Tonight, Draco takes the reins; Harry yields, willingly.

They haven't fucked in over three months now; or maybe it's been longer. The last time they fooled around at all was a week ago when Harry woke Draco up by sucking him off, before promptly getting interrupted when Scorpius came banging at their bedroom door. It's always worth the wait when it's been a while.

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

"We can be friends, if you like," he says instead, nonchalant and careless. "What I'd like," Potter says seriously, "is to kiss you." Draco feels his jaw drop, feels the way his hair tumbles into his eyes when he whips around to stare at Potter. "What?" he breathes. "I think I'd like to kiss you," Potter repeats sombrely, no hint of mirth evident. "You think?" Draco says steadily, proud of himself for holding himself together. Potter's eyebrows slide up briefly but then Draco can't think or act or speak or breathe because Potter is leaning in and cupping his cheek gently. "I know," Potter says simply, and kisses Draco.

The survivors of the Second Wizarding War return to Hogwarts after a summer of rebuilding and healing. Harry had been offered a position for Auror Training, which he quickly declined in favor of one final year with his friends at Hogwarts. He hoped that the year would bring nothing but normalcy and quiet as he begins to move on. Draco had been pardoned after Harry Potter testified in his and his mother's defense during the Trials. He had been released from Azkaban on the condition that he return to Hogwarts and complete his final year. It would serve as part of his probation. With his father awaiting the Kiss and his mother a permanent prisoner in their own home, Draco struggles to find himself as he picks up the pieces of his life. This chronicles their Eighth and Final Year at Hogwarts. *I don't own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling. This is a fan-fiction. Drarry / Eighth Year / boyxboy / fluff / angst / smut (you've been warned!) 😘

Harry is living his perfect life: the Golden Trio is still going strong, he works as a successful auror, and he's still the saviour of the wizarding world. Except he's going insanely stir crazy, which may end up involving moving to Muggle London, plenty of disguises, even more one night stands, and possibly Draco Malfoy. A Drarry ficlet. ______________________________________________ •Written December 2017• [Complete, 5.5k words] ______________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Title, chapter titles, & original inspiration from 'Save A Prayer' by Duran Duran. (Photo featured on cover by Phil Maxwell via philmaxwell.org; 'Two men kissing, 1990' ̶ link to original post in chapter 1. Art featured on cover via Painting Valley; 'Sketch Magic Wand' ̶ link to original post in chapter 2. Canva Creative Studio [@canvacreativestudio]; 'Asymmetrical Heart Shape'. Micaela Crocce [@crearedg]; 'Line Stroke Illustration'. Moon Project [@moonproject]; 'Line Stroke Illustration'. All edits mine.)

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

Harry and Draco are both starting as Hogwarts professors at the same time. Their students quickly start to get a slightly different impression about their relationship than Harry and Draco have.