I Need A Drink
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ustorycollectorTitle: Chapter 17: In Which Harry Makes The First Move
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and associates are the legal owners of these characters and settings. I am writing for pleasure not profit
Warnings: None?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,125
Summary: Harry and Draco are colleagues, who become friends who become... A simple love story about two not so simple boys.
Author's Notes: This is my first Drarry fic, and also my first Drarry series... obviously! I hope I'm doing it right. This fic is also available on AO3 Enjoy!
Chapter One
Chapter Sixteen
He’s been thinking about it all day. Well, actually if he’s being honest with himself, he’s been thinking about it since Hermione told him to make the first move. Actually, if he’s being really honest with himself, he’s been thinking about it since Auror training when Draco had apologised to him, Hermione and Ron, and Ron had beaten him at chess.
And that’s as far back as he’s allowing himself to be honest.
“Anyone want another?” Ron’s voice cuts through Harry’s thoughts and he starts, staring at his best friend. Beside him Draco shifts, his long solid thigh pressing against Harry’s and Harry takes a deep breath, trying to stop his heart from pounding in his ears. He needs to be sober for this.
“No thanks.” Harry shakes his head and Ron raises an eyebrow, clearly shocked. Harry opens his eyes slightly wider and glances at Draco and Ron, thank fuck, gets it. He nods and smiles, moving away before anyone else can answer. If they notice they don’t say anything. Harry looks around the table, at Ginny and Dean laughing with each other, their heads bent low and speaking in whispers, at Hermione talking with Hannah and Neville about Hogwarts, at Luna trying to explain to Seamus why he always loses at darts.
“Harry…” Draco says, his voice smooth and low and Harry realises he’s been clenching his hand around the chair next to him. He needs to get Draco alone.
“Come outside with me for a minute?” Harry asks, surprising himself as much as Draco. Draco looks shocked for all of one second before his face smooths over and he raises one eyebrow. Harry can feel Hermione’s eyes on him and he smiles slightly, trying to tell her he’s ok. She’s Hermione. She’ll figure it out.
“Ok,” Draco says eventually, and Harry sighs before standing up and sidling out from his spot. He feels Draco move behind him, not making a sound. Harry’s heart pounds in his chest, his fingers numb and his mouth suddenly very dry. Maybe he should have chewed some gum before he did this. He casts a discrete breath freshening spell as he rounds the table.
“Where are you two going?” Seamus shouts and Luna places a hand on his arm. He looks at her and she shakes her head very slightly. Seamus’ eyes open wide and his mouth makes a little ‘o’ shape. He looks back at Harry and gives him a wink. Harry groans and moves towards the door.
The air outside is cool even though it’s the middle of the summer and Harry takes a deep breath, clearing his head. He turns to see Draco leant against the wall of the pub, his hands in his pockets, a sly smile playing on the corner of his lips. The low light from the lamp shines off his hair, his stupid hair falling into his stupid eye, and Harry forgets for a moment that he had a plan and that plan wasn’t to stare at Draco.
“So…” Harry starts, running a hand through his own hair, sure that he’s making it a mess, but knowing it’s probably a mess already. Draco fixes him with a strong gaze, his grey eyes piercing into Harry and his smile becomes a smirk.
“So.” He sounds bored, but his eyes are shining and Harry thinks he’s blushing. Harry takes a step closer and Draco raises an eyebrow into a perfect curve. His skin is flawless and Harry wants to touch him, to run his hands over Draco’s jaw, to feel that hair running through his fingers like silk. Harry suddenly feels strong, his pulse so hard he can feel it in his throat, adrenalin flowing through him. He moves until he’s standing so close to Draco that their toes bump together. Draco continues to look down at him, not moving.
“Am I… Is this…” Harry tries and Draco scoffs, his tongue darting out to lick at his lip, leaving it pink and slightly shiny and Harry can’t breathe. He lifts his eyes to Draco’s and sees them almost black. “Oh, fuck it,” Harry breathes, grabbing at Draco’s shirt and tugging him forward, his lips clashing against Draco’s.
Draco makes a small noise but doesn’t move away and Harry lets out the breath he was holding, relaxing into the kiss as he feels Draco respond, his lips soft and warm and moving against his. Harry lets go of Draco’s shirt and runs his hand through Draco’s hair, the strands slipping through his fingers, as the other arm wraps around Draco, pulling him closer to Harry. Draco’s hands leave his pockets and move to wrap around Harry’s jaw, one on the back of Harry’s neck, the other running through Harry’s hair, holding him close.
Draco’s mouth opens first and Harry opens with him, his tongue slipping into Draco’s mouth, tasting mint and whiskey and something warmer, sweeter. Draco, he realises and his body melts against the other man. His whole body feels warm and alive and he can’t help the moan that escapes from the back of his throat. He feels Draco smirk into his mouth.
Harry starts to move his hands, running them over Draco’s back, feeling the hard muscles and pointy bones and he wants to kiss them, to lick at Draco’s skin. Draco pulls Harry closer, claiming him completely and Harry gives himself over to the probing tongue, the slight clash of teeth, the way Draco nibbles at his lip before taking his mouth.
After what seems like a completely too short amount of time Draco pulls away, his hand still on the back of Harry’s neck, the other sliding down Harry’s chest, lightly grazing Harry’s nipple through the soft fabric. Harry’s breath hitches and he looks up at Draco, completely lost in him. Draco’s lips are pink and plump and wet, his eyes clouded and dark, his hair messy and still falling over one eye. He’s fucking beautiful.
“Took you long enough,” Draco drawls and Harry laughs, untangling himself from Draco’s limbs so he can step back and think.
“Yeah, well… if we’d waited for you, it never would have happened.” Harry grins and Draco scowls, a small smile playing on his lips. They stand for a minute, looking at each other and then a loud noise from in the pub makes them jump.
“We should probably go back inside,” Draco says and Harry nods. There’s only so long Dean can keep a curious Ginny at bay.
“Ok,” Harry sighs, watching Draco has he doesn’t move. After a moment Harry realises he’s going to have to take the lead again and he steps forward, pressing a light kiss to Draco’s lips before taking his hand and leading him back inside.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and associates are the legal owners of these characters and settings. I am writing for pleasure not profit
Warnings: None?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,125
Summary: Harry and Draco are colleagues, who become friends who become... A simple love story about two not so simple boys.
Author's Notes: This is my first Drarry fic, and also my first Drarry series... obviously! I hope I'm doing it right. This fic is also available on AO3 Enjoy!
Chapter One
Chapter Sixteen
He’s been thinking about it all day. Well, actually if he’s being honest with himself, he’s been thinking about it since Hermione told him to make the first move. Actually, if he’s being really honest with himself, he’s been thinking about it since Auror training when Draco had apologised to him, Hermione and Ron, and Ron had beaten him at chess.
And that’s as far back as he’s allowing himself to be honest.
“Anyone want another?” Ron’s voice cuts through Harry’s thoughts and he starts, staring at his best friend. Beside him Draco shifts, his long solid thigh pressing against Harry’s and Harry takes a deep breath, trying to stop his heart from pounding in his ears. He needs to be sober for this.
“No thanks.” Harry shakes his head and Ron raises an eyebrow, clearly shocked. Harry opens his eyes slightly wider and glances at Draco and Ron, thank fuck, gets it. He nods and smiles, moving away before anyone else can answer. If they notice they don’t say anything. Harry looks around the table, at Ginny and Dean laughing with each other, their heads bent low and speaking in whispers, at Hermione talking with Hannah and Neville about Hogwarts, at Luna trying to explain to Seamus why he always loses at darts.
“Harry…” Draco says, his voice smooth and low and Harry realises he’s been clenching his hand around the chair next to him. He needs to get Draco alone.
“Come outside with me for a minute?” Harry asks, surprising himself as much as Draco. Draco looks shocked for all of one second before his face smooths over and he raises one eyebrow. Harry can feel Hermione’s eyes on him and he smiles slightly, trying to tell her he’s ok. She’s Hermione. She’ll figure it out.
“Ok,” Draco says eventually, and Harry sighs before standing up and sidling out from his spot. He feels Draco move behind him, not making a sound. Harry’s heart pounds in his chest, his fingers numb and his mouth suddenly very dry. Maybe he should have chewed some gum before he did this. He casts a discrete breath freshening spell as he rounds the table.
“Where are you two going?” Seamus shouts and Luna places a hand on his arm. He looks at her and she shakes her head very slightly. Seamus’ eyes open wide and his mouth makes a little ‘o’ shape. He looks back at Harry and gives him a wink. Harry groans and moves towards the door.
The air outside is cool even though it’s the middle of the summer and Harry takes a deep breath, clearing his head. He turns to see Draco leant against the wall of the pub, his hands in his pockets, a sly smile playing on the corner of his lips. The low light from the lamp shines off his hair, his stupid hair falling into his stupid eye, and Harry forgets for a moment that he had a plan and that plan wasn’t to stare at Draco.
“So…” Harry starts, running a hand through his own hair, sure that he’s making it a mess, but knowing it’s probably a mess already. Draco fixes him with a strong gaze, his grey eyes piercing into Harry and his smile becomes a smirk.
“So.” He sounds bored, but his eyes are shining and Harry thinks he’s blushing. Harry takes a step closer and Draco raises an eyebrow into a perfect curve. His skin is flawless and Harry wants to touch him, to run his hands over Draco’s jaw, to feel that hair running through his fingers like silk. Harry suddenly feels strong, his pulse so hard he can feel it in his throat, adrenalin flowing through him. He moves until he’s standing so close to Draco that their toes bump together. Draco continues to look down at him, not moving.
“Am I… Is this…” Harry tries and Draco scoffs, his tongue darting out to lick at his lip, leaving it pink and slightly shiny and Harry can’t breathe. He lifts his eyes to Draco’s and sees them almost black. “Oh, fuck it,” Harry breathes, grabbing at Draco’s shirt and tugging him forward, his lips clashing against Draco’s.
Draco makes a small noise but doesn’t move away and Harry lets out the breath he was holding, relaxing into the kiss as he feels Draco respond, his lips soft and warm and moving against his. Harry lets go of Draco’s shirt and runs his hand through Draco’s hair, the strands slipping through his fingers, as the other arm wraps around Draco, pulling him closer to Harry. Draco’s hands leave his pockets and move to wrap around Harry’s jaw, one on the back of Harry’s neck, the other running through Harry’s hair, holding him close.
Draco’s mouth opens first and Harry opens with him, his tongue slipping into Draco’s mouth, tasting mint and whiskey and something warmer, sweeter. Draco, he realises and his body melts against the other man. His whole body feels warm and alive and he can’t help the moan that escapes from the back of his throat. He feels Draco smirk into his mouth.
Harry starts to move his hands, running them over Draco’s back, feeling the hard muscles and pointy bones and he wants to kiss them, to lick at Draco’s skin. Draco pulls Harry closer, claiming him completely and Harry gives himself over to the probing tongue, the slight clash of teeth, the way Draco nibbles at his lip before taking his mouth.
After what seems like a completely too short amount of time Draco pulls away, his hand still on the back of Harry’s neck, the other sliding down Harry’s chest, lightly grazing Harry’s nipple through the soft fabric. Harry’s breath hitches and he looks up at Draco, completely lost in him. Draco’s lips are pink and plump and wet, his eyes clouded and dark, his hair messy and still falling over one eye. He’s fucking beautiful.
“Took you long enough,” Draco drawls and Harry laughs, untangling himself from Draco’s limbs so he can step back and think.
“Yeah, well… if we’d waited for you, it never would have happened.” Harry grins and Draco scowls, a small smile playing on his lips. They stand for a minute, looking at each other and then a loud noise from in the pub makes them jump.
“We should probably go back inside,” Draco says and Harry nods. There’s only so long Dean can keep a curious Ginny at bay.
“Ok,” Harry sighs, watching Draco has he doesn’t move. After a moment Harry realises he’s going to have to take the lead again and he steps forward, pressing a light kiss to Draco’s lips before taking his hand and leading him back inside.
