Chapter 34
Immediately after class Draco pulled Harry into his back office and set a timer. He wastes no time latching onto his boyfriend, sinking his hands into his hair.
Harry lets out a noise of surprise before melting into the kiss, hands wandering down to find Draco’s waist to pull him impossibly closer.
Draco trailed kisses down Harry’s jaw with a bruising heat before landing just underneath Harry’s collar, lingering there for several moments before pulling back up to Harry’s lips, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away.
“You really should stop leaving this unbuttoned.” Draco lets his hands linger where they had fallen on Harry's neck and smiles coyly.
Harry blinked dazedly looking down at his shirt, “Oi.”
He pulls the buttons together covering the hickeys.
Draco cackles and heads back into his classroom.
***
Harry know’s he should not leave the hickeys. He should glamour them, or heal them, or literally do anything but leave them where they are.
But he kind of likes them. They serve as a nice reminder and Draco did seem quite proud of them.
On the other hand, they serve as a nice reminder. Maybe a little too nice of a reminder, as everytime he remembers that they’re there he goes a little red.
Harry figures it’s okay to leave them. It’s not like anyones first thought if they see Harry with a couple of hickeys will be, ‘Oh my Professor Potter is having an illicit romantic tumble with Professor Malfoy’.
Yeah, leaving them won’t hurt anything.
***
The Veritaserum test didn’t work nearly as well as they had hoped. It gave them no concrete proof at all, mostly concepts and vague descriptions much to everyone's chagrin. However, Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy themselves had given them plenty.
By the end of that day, there was a general sense of outrage. It was just under the amount of evidence needed to make any solid decisions on the bets. Screams could be heard across Hogwarts. Friendships were being destroyed. People were dumping their partners over this. No one was safe.
All the while the professors in question seemed completely oblivious to the chaos right in front of them. Everything they did sent the school into a frantic state and they didn’t even flinch.
***
Harry was once again stealing from Draco’s plate and this time didn’t even have anything to offer in compensation this time. As Harry reached over to steal yet another bite of broccoli his collar shifted just slightly to expose a spattering of purple making Draco gasp.
“You didn’t wave those away?” Draco hissed into his ear, trying his best to be subtle while he tugged Harry’s collar up.
Harry immediately went red, “Erm- I kind of like them.”
Draco hears a plate smash into a wall from the Slytherin table. He ignores it, for now, he has more important things to worry about.
Namely, Harry likes them. He actually likes them. Draco blinks.
***
As soon as dinner is over, Draco speed walks to their room. Harry nearly has to run to keep up with him.
The second they’re back to the safety of their own room Draco has him pinned to the wall.
“That, was very hot.” Draco says pressing a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth, “I think I’m going to suck you off.”
“Excuse me?” Harry splutters.
“Are you averse to this?” Draco asks raising an eyebrow.
Harry coughs, “No.”
“Fantastic,” Draco drops to his knees and unzips Harry’s jeans.
Draco pulls Harry’s cock free from his boxers and watches as it springs free. Draco takes it into his mouth without hesitation.
Harry groaned and his hands reflexively found their way into Draco’s hair. Draco hollows his cheeks and inches his way down the length of Harry's cock.
Draco pulls off for a moment, voice raspy, “Calm down love,”
The couch crashes to the floor and Draco dives right back in.
“Oh Jesus, fuck, you have a hot mouth.” Draco moans around him and Harry’s hands tighten their grasp in Draco’s hair almost without Harry's permission.
Harry watches as one of Draco’s hands starts palming his own hardness. Draco’s teeth scrape his shaft and Harry thinks he sees Merlin.
With his unoccupied hand, Draco reaches up to tug on harry’s balls and it brings Harry over the edge. He thrusts into Draco’s mouth and cums hard. Draco swallows without hesitation and cums moments later.
The walls crack slightly and Hogwarts shakes irritably. Harry waves them back to pristine condition.
Harry thinks he may be a changed man after that.
“I’m going to have to bake you something for that,” Harry mumbles thoughtfully.
Draco wipes a stray drop of cum from his lips and magics away the mess in his own pants, “Do not.”
“No, I think I’m going to.” Harry slides down the wall to sit on the floor, “What do you want?”
“I don’t want you to bake me a thank you for a blowjob, Harry,” Draco says exasperatedly.
Harry asks it in the language of magic, and to his bewilderment, the language of magic answers him.
“Eclairs?” Harry asks.
“Did you just divine my favorite desert?” Draco stares bemusedly at him.
“Maybe, I’ll make you some when I can feel my legs again,” Harry says sitting with his legs crossed.
Draco groans and drags himself into Harrys lap where he leans his face against his shoulder, “You’re an embarrassment.”
“Not just normal eclairs either, strawberry with caramel rum sauce…” Harry hums, digging for the recipe in all the information the language of magic just forcibly provided him with, “Oh, this will be a challenge,”
“You could just not make it.” Draco suggests hopefully.
Harry grins into his hair, “I like challenges, I may owl the little cafe you usually get these from and ask for advice,”
“Not sure how I feel about you being able to look into my head like that.” Harry Draco frowns slightly.
“I’ll stay out of it from now on,” Harry promises letting go of the information before the language of magic tells him anything else.
“Hmm.”
***
They fall asleep on the floor, just like that.