malfoy manor
Harry was standing in front of Malfoy Manor, heart pounding in his chest.
He was excited—so excited—to see Draco again. His boyfriend. His soulmate. The one person who made everything feel right.
So what if he had gotten angry and blown up his aunt? She deserved it. So what if he had received an angry letter from the Ministry? It wasn’t like he had meant to lose control. He had nowhere else to go, and honestly, Malfoy Manor was the only place that had ever felt anything close to home.
The grand, towering estate loomed before him, the dark stone catching the glow of the enchanted lanterns that lined the path. He adjusted his grip on his trunk and took a steadying breath. Before he could lift a hand to knock, the doors swung open.
Draco stood there, arms crossed, silver eyes gleaming in the dim light. He looked as effortlessly elegant as ever, but the smirk on his lips was unmistakably fond.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the Chosen One, gracing my home with his unruly presence,” Draco drawled, but before Harry could even roll his eyes, Draco's mask cracked, and he grabbed Harry by the front of his robes, pulling him inside.
The door shut with a quiet click, and then Harry was being kissed senseless.
It was only when Draco finally pulled back, slightly breathless, that he muttered, “You’re a menace, Potter.”
Harry grinned. “You love me for it.”
Draco huffed, but his grip on Harry’s robe never loosened. “Unfortunately.”
Harry felt warmth bloom in his chest. No matter what happened next—no matter what fresh disaster awaited them at Hogwarts—at least he had this.