Malfoy had never thought of himself as a dumb person. Oblivious, maybe. Perhaps even slow at good social interactions, but dumb? No, that was something he was sure he wasn't. Harry on the other hand had heard from many different people over the years just how insufferably stupid he could be from time to time. Yet, as they stood there, drenched from the rain and staring at each other in the dimly lit corridor, Malfoy couldn't shake the sinking realization that maybe - just maybe - he had been an idiot all along.
Because of course Potter, the git who had saved the wizarding world more times that he could count, had run after him in the rainstorm. That 's what he does. Harry saves people. Even if, right now, the only person Harry is saving Draco from is himself. And Draco hated it. Hated the way it made his chest tighten, the way it stripped away every carefully built wall until all that was left was the unbearable weight of being seen.
-Why would you do this? - Harry asked atop of all the voices on Draco's head.
Draco could see the tiny droplets of water falling from Potter’s hair onto his cheeks.
-You-You… You kissed me! - Draco whispered-shouted, short of breath, feeling his face flush at the reminder of what had happened.
-And your next thought was to flee during a thunderstorm straight to the dark forest?!
Draco felt utterly exposed, his robes hanging off his shoulders, drenched and mud-streaked from his sprint. His hair, usually immaculate, was a dripping mess, sticking to his temples and the nape of his neck. Chest rising and falling too fast, breath catching between panic and something dangerously close to hope.
Draco swallowed hard, crossing his arms as if that could hold him together.
-I panicked.
Harry let out a sharp, incredulous laugh.
-You panicked. - He ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking his head. - So your grand solution was to bolt into a bloody forest in the middle of a storm?
Draco scowled, shifting on his feet.
-Well, excuse me for not having a step-by-step guide on what to do when Harry Potter kisses me! - He said not looking at Harry's eyes, his voice faking sarcasm.
-It's not that complicated, Malfoy. - Harry muttered, pushing his wet hair back and drying his hand in his trousers.
-Oh! It 's not? - Draco snorted. - Enlighten me then! Tell me how uncomplicated it is.
-Well at least it wasn't complicated when you looked at me like you wanted it as well. - Because hell, Harry would never forget those silver eyes being so up close, pale thin lashes going up, and down.
-But i didn't! - He said, crossing his arms across the soaked fabric covering his chest.
Harry made his way across the short distance between them, standing a foot away from the blond.
-If i ask you to be truthful, - Harry's voice came out low, he wasn't sure if he was being heard. - would you still say you didn't want it?
He cupped Draco’s cheek, his thumb wiping away the dampness that laid in the soft skin, waiting for any sign that meant his answer. Then Malfoy shook his head no, if he was asked truthfully he wouldn't lie again, and Harry wasted no time.
Harry closed the distance between them in an instant, his lips crashing onto Draco’s with desperation. Draco’s fingers twisted into the fabric of Harry’s shirt, gripping him like an anchor. Harry’s hand slid from Draco’s cheek to the nape of his neck, pulling him in deeper, humming into the kiss. The storm raged around them, wind howling through the trees, and as Harry moved his mouth to Draco’s neck that was the only sound that muffled the little puffs of air and pleadings of ‘Harry’ that he made.
Tangling his fingers in Harry's hair and holding him in place was when Draco remembered he had something to say.
-How did you… hmm- Harry, how did you knew where i was in the middle of the night? - He said, though he didn't know if what he said made sense, too lost to think.
-I could smell you. - He spoke into Draco's throat, open mouthed.
-Stop joking around. - Draco mumbled, throwing his head back as, he was sure, Harry worked a bruise on his neck.
Potter’s mouth returned to his for a kiss, timed intentionally to shut him up, and Draco forgot what he was going on about.
Harry smirked against Draco’s lips, clearly pleased with himself, and when he pulled back just enough to look at him, Draco could barely breathe. His silver eyes were hazy, his cheeks flushed. Harry ran his thumb over Draco’s swollen bottom lip, tilting his head slightly.
-Not joking, - he murmured, watching Draco’s expression shift from disbelief to something else, something unguarded. - Ok, maybe I am about the smell thing but..I just… knew.
Draco swallowed, his grip on Harry’s shirt tightening, but he didn’t push him away. He didn’t run. He only started, heart pounding as Harry traced a slow path down his arm, fingers brushing against his wrist like he was memorizing the shape of him.
Oh, he was getting dangerously close to his forearm. Where the most shameful part of him laid.
Harry seemed to feel his body tensing up and moved both hands to Draco’s waist, holding him in place as if afraid he would try to flee again.
-How do you just… say stuff like that?
Harry huffed a quiet laugh, his grip firm but not forceful, grounding Draco rather than trapping him.
-Stuff like what? - he asked, tilting his head as if he genuinely didn’t know.
Draco exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching against Harry’s chest.
-Like it’s easy. Like it’s nothing. Like… - He hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek. - Like you’re not afraid of what happens after.
Harry’s expression softened, the teasing glint in his eyes giving way to something steadier, something that made Draco feel unbearably seen.
-Because I’m not. - He squeezed Draco’s waist, just enough to make him feel it. - I didn't learn to live with the fact that I find you incredibly attractive and fun and witty for way too many years. Not that I can admit that, why would I not say it? I don't pretend to know you. There’s a lot I don't know. But that doesn't discredit the thing I do know.
Harry maneuvers them so that Draco can lean on him, face to his neck.
-Like the fact that you have an absurd sweet tooth, or that you used to get a letter from your parents every week and now they don't arrive anymore. The way you take pride in you calligraphy but when you’re in a rush it all turns to mush. Also how i'm pretty sure you use the same body soap since fifth year, the caramel apple one?
Draco laughs into his neck and the sound is muffled against Harry’s skin, warm and unexpected, like something slipping loose inside Draco’s chest. He exhales, his breath ghosting over Harry’s collarbone as his fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.
-You find me incredibly attractive? - Draco looks up, his smile crooked.
-That's what stuck with you? Of all i've said? - He said, playfully pushing the blond away.
Draco stumbles back half a step but doesn’t let go, his fingers still loosely gripping Harry’s shirt.
-Well, you did say ‘incredibly. - His smirk is all sharp edges, but there’s something softer in his eyes, something teasing but not cruel.
Harry rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward.
-Merlin, Malfoy, your ego is insufferable.
-And yet, - Draco tilts his head, pressing just a little closer again. - you’re still here.
—
The door slammed behind them, echoing in the dimly lit dorm as the storm raged outside, but inside the room, there was nothing but heat and tension. Draco stumbled as Harry yanked him inside, his body pressed flush against the taller boy's chest. The flickering light from the candles cast shadows across Harry’s face, his eyes dark, the intensity of the moment reflected in their depths.
Before Draco could even think to protest, Harry’s lips were on his, rough and demanding, pulling him into a kiss that sent sparks straight to his core. Draco’s heart skipped, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he melted into it, his mouth parting against Harry’s, his breath hitching as Harry deepened the kiss, his hands gripping Draco’s waist, forcing him closer.
The world around them blurred, the storm outside nothing compared to the heat building between them. Draco’s fingers dug into Harry’s shoulders, pulling him down, feeling every inch of Harry’s body pressing into his. He felt dizzy, his head spinning from the intensity of Harry’s touch, the way his hands moved over him, exploring with a hunger that matched his own.
Harry’s lips trailed down to Draco’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, making Draco shiver and gasp.
-You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. - Harry muttered against his skin, his breath hot and ragged.
Draco moaned, a wave of warmth flooding through him at Harry’s words, his pulse racing in anticipation.
-Then stop talking. - Draco breathed, his voice hoarse, his hands tangling in Harry’s wet hair as he pulled him back up to meet his lips.
Harry complied, kissing him harder, his hands moving to unbutton Draco’s soaked shirt with swift urgency. Draco’s skin burned where Harry touched him, each movement sending jolts of desire racing through him. When Harry pulled back long enough to strip off his own wet clothes, Draco didn’t hesitate, reaching for Harry’s belt, his fingers trembling slightly with the anticipation of what was coming.
Harry’s hands were everywhere, tugging at Draco’s pants, pulling him closer, his body pressing him back against the bed. Draco let himself fall onto it, his chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, the weight of Harry’s presence overwhelming in the best way. His legs parted instinctively as Harry hovered over him, and Draco felt a surge of excitement flood his chest at the thought of being with Harry like this, completely vulnerable but equally eager.
Harry’s lips trailed down Draco’s chest, pausing at the soft spot just below his ribcage.
-You’re perfect.- Harry muttered, before capturing Draco’s mouth once more in a kiss that stole the last bit of coherent thought from his mind. Draco let out a breathless moan, his hands running over Harry’s back, urging him on.
Every part of Draco’s body ached, but it wasn’t from discomfort. It was from wanting, from the way Harry touched him with a tenderness that was almost maddening, followed by an insistent dominance that sent his head spinning. He wanted more, wanted Harry in every way, wanted to feel him claim him, to lose himself completely in this moment.
-Harry, please. - Draco gasped, his voice almost pleading as he pulled him closer, his body arching into the touch.
Harry grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
-You don’t need to ask. - he said, his voice low and steady as he carefully positioned himself between Draco’s legs. Draco’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as Harry lifted both his legs to his tanned shoulder.
-Have you ever- Harry started, but Draco cut him off.
-Only by myself. - He panted, closing his eyes and focusing on breathing.
Harry paused, his hands steadying Draco’s legs on his shoulders as his gaze softened. Draco’s words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw, and for a moment, the storm outside seemed to fade into the background. Harry’s chest tightened, but he didn’t move, taking in the vulnerability in Draco’s voice, the way he had said it so plainly, so unguarded.
-I’ll go slow. - Harry murmured, his voice quieter, more controlled. - Just tell me if it’s too much.
Draco’s chest rose and fell quickly, his fingers curling into the sheets as his legs rested on Harry’s shoulders. His body tensed, but not from fear—no, it was anticipation, the kind that only grew stronger with the closeness between them.
-Just… don’t stop. - Draco whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he opened his eyes to meet Harry’s gaze. - I don’t want you to stop.
Harry’s lips curved into a faint smile, his thumb brushing against Draco’s thigh as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his inner leg.
-I’m not going anywhere. - he promised, before slowly moving forward, his movements deliberate but gentle as he pushed inside.
Draco gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets as his back arched, the sensation of Harry stretching him almost overwhelming. It wasn’t entirely new, but it had never felt like this—there was something more to it, something that made his heart race and his body tighten with every inch Harry moved deeper.
-You okay? - Harry asked, his voice low but concerned as he paused, waiting for any sign from Draco.
Draco swallowed hard, his breath uneven, but he nodded, his eyes flickering with a mix of pleasure and something more vulnerable, more raw than he’d ever let anyone see before.
-Yeah, keep going. - he breathed out, his voice strained but steady.
Harry’s lips quivered in a smile, and he didn’t waste any time, gradually building a rhythm, his hands gripping Draco’s hips, pulling him closer with every thrust. The feeling of Draco beneath him, his body responding so perfectly, it was almost too tight, was almost too much to handle, but Harry focused, keeping his pace steady, his gaze locked on Draco’s face, watching every expression shift as he moved.
Draco’s fingers dug into Harry’s shoulders, his body undulating to meet Harry’s movements, a gasp escaping his lips each time their bodies came together.
-You feel so— Draco started, but the words caught in his throat as Harry adjusted his angle, hitting just the right spot, making his vision blur for a second.
Harry smirked, leaning down to kiss Draco fiercely, his tongue sweeping into his mouth in a hot, desperate kiss.
- I know. - he muttered against Draco’s lips, his movements growing faster, more urgent.
Draco could only hold onto him tighter, his whole body consumed by the way Harry touched him, the way he made him feel like nothing else in the world mattered.
-Harry— Draco gasped, his chest heaving, the pleasure mounting inside him at an unbearable pace.
The storm outside raged on, but inside Harry’s dorm, everything else faded as their bodies moved together, creating a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing, as though it was always meant to be this way. Harry’s name slipped from Draco’s lips again, and this time, it wasn't just a plea, it urged him to open his eyes, even if he hadn't even realized he had closed them.
Draco looked down, making Harry look down too, just to see his outline on Draco’s lower stomach.
-Am I-
-That deep? Yes i guess so - Draco choked out a giggle. Closing his eyes again and pressing his palm on it.
Harry hissed on the spot, hands stilled on Draco’s waist, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared back, feeling the weight of Draco’s gaze draw him in. He tested moving, and drowning out the sound of Draco screaming and humming, he could see the bump moving too. So deep inside him that he could poke his insides.
-You can feel it, yeah? - He asked, breathless.
-Yeah aham- ahh! - Harry cut Draco’s sentence short with another staccato movement, making his back arch off the bed.
-You’re incredible, you fit so well. - Harry breathed, his voice hoarse but sincere. His hand brushed against Draco’s cheek, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary, as if grounding them both in the reality of the moment.
Draco swallowed, his lips trembling ever so slightly. The words were stuck in his throat—he couldn’t quite make sense of what he was feeling. His body felt alive in a way it never had before, and he couldn’t tell if it was the storm outside or the storm between them that made his heart race.
He reached up, his fingers brushing through Harry’s damp hair, pulling him closer. The touch was a silent invitation, a wordless plea to deepen everything that had just started. He felt Harry’s lips descend upon his once more, hot and insistent, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His chest rose to meet Harry’s as the kiss deepened, and his body responded as though it had been waiting for this moment, every inch of him yearning for more.
With each movement, each kiss, they grew closer, Harry moved faster, harder, until they both reached the edge together, the world spinning as everything inside them broke apart.
—
The storm outside had finally calmed, leaving only the soft rhythm of raindrops against the window, a distant echo of the chaos that had raged not long ago. In the dim light of Harry’s dorm, the world felt still, almost sacred in its quiet. The room smelled like the rain, their sweat, and something else, something undeniably theirs. They lay tangled together, Harry’s arm draped lazily across Draco’s waist, his fingertips brushing the damp skin of his side as he traced idle patterns. Draco’s chest rose and fell slowly, the steady rhythm matching the pulse of Harry’s own heart.
Draco’s voice, low and barely above a whisper, broke the silence.
-You know, - he started, his fingers curling around Harry’s hand where it rested against his hip, - this... this is real, right?
Harry’s eyes flickered to his, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
-Yeah. - he murmured, as if the simplicity of the word held more weight than it ever had before. He didn’t need to say more—everything that had happened, every moment between them, had already spoken volumes.
Draco shifted slightly, tilting his head back to look at Harry fully. His grey eyes were dark, still glazed from the intensity of their earlier activities, but there was a clarity in them now, a sharpness that made Harry feel like he was seeing him for the first time.
-I thought I had to be something else, - Draco continued, voice hushed as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from Harry’s forehead. - That maybe if I was anyone but who I am, I could survive... the war, everything. - He paused, his breath shaky as he searched for the right words. - But now... with you... I don’t have to pretend, do I?
Harry’s thumb brushed over Draco’s knuckles, his grip tightening slightly as if to answer without speaking.
-No pretending, Draco. - he said, his voice soft, but steady. - Not with me.
Draco smirked, a familiar glint returning to his eyes, though this time, there was no malice behind it.
-Good. - he murmured. - Because, believe me, I wouldn’t know how.
The weight of their shared past hung silently between them, but there was no need for more words about it. The war had shaped them both, but it was not going to define what they had now. Harry didn’t need to be the savior of the wizarding world anymore. Draco didn’t need to carry the legacy of his family’s choices. They were here, together, in this room, and that was enough.
Harry’s lips brushed against Draco’s ear, a smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
-I’m yours now. - he said, his voice a mixture of certainty and warmth. - We’re in this together, Malfoy. And I’m not going anywhere.
Draco’s breath hitched slightly, a quiet laugh escaping him.
-I’ve known that for a while. - he whispered, his fingers threading through Harry’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss that was tender, almost reverent. - I always had the impression you were meant to be mine, Harry Potter.
As the last remnants of the storm faded into the night, Draco rested his head against Harry’s chest, a contented sigh escaping him. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. And he knew, without a doubt, that Harry felt the same.
They belonged to each other now. The rest of the world could wait.