Five years. Not too long. Not too short. Just enough to gradually pick up the pieces of his life. Just enough to push the painful memories of his past to the back of his mind. Just enough to somewhat rebuild the walls that had come crashing down those last two agonizing years at Hogwarts. Just enough to finally dull the ache that constantly plagued him whenever he saw emerald-green eyes and raven-black hair. Just enough. Until... *I do not own Harry Potter. All Rights belong to JK Rowling. Drarry / Post-Hogwarts / Angst / Some fluff / Smut (you've been warned!)

Now Draco's cock is stirring, and he can't breathe because all he can think of is screaming Harry's name while Harry pins him down and mindlessly fucks him into total incoherency. Because hell yes, that would be sexy as fuck and Draco is officially in so much trouble.