Whoops?

When Hermione finally arrives back at the school its with a ziplock full of Harry's hair in tow. Parkinson had insisted she take it back with them and this time when she got to their room she pointedly knocked. Draco answers the door with Harry draped lethargically over his shoulders only half clothed. Draco on the other hand was flushed, his hair much more than ‘lightly tousled’, with a shirt that most definitely was not his, which looked like he had thrown it on in the dark, with it being inside out and more wrinkles than Draco would ever had stooped to wear himself. Several dark purple mark on his neck was visible through the low slung neckline on the shirt.

“Ah,”

***

When Harry wakes up after the dream and sees a sleepy Draco rubbing his eyes, he all but pounces on him. He flips their position smoothly pressing Draco into the mattress and kissing him fiercely,

When he pulls back he runs a thumb over Draco's cheekbone, he had always loved them, sharp as ice. Draco looked frazzled, a pleasant contrary to the aristocratic mask he often wore. Harry could get used to that. He kissed him softer now, slow, taking him all in. His hands slip under Draco's shirt roaming freely, raking gently against his back and tracing the Sectumsempra scars. Draco makes a low whine that had Harry's prick perking excitedly.

He pulls away from Dracos mouth for a moment, he watches Dracos face as he hesitantly unbuttoned the first button.

“Oh, hurry up Potter,” And with that Draco impatiently ripped the buttons of the shirt before staring in mild horror, “That was AVC,”

Harry chuckled, “Back to Potter now are we Draco, love.”

Harry shoots a nonverbal wandless repair charm in the general direction before allowing his lips to drift down. Harry scrapes his teeth against Draco's pulse briefly, being sure to leave a dark bruise before pressing his nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply.

“You're so beautiful, darling.” Draco squeaks audibly.

Harry brings himself to pull away from Draco and removes his own shirt, trousers, and pants. He rests his thumbs in Dracos belt loops.

“Are you sure?” He can hear his voice is scratchy and deeper then usual.

Draco’s pupils were blown out, almost entirely consuming the token blue-grey.

Instead of replying, Draco pulled his trousers and pants down in one fluid motion exposing his cock which sprang up now unconstrained by the layers.

Something hit the ceiling and Draco somehow managed to look just as sophisticated as usual despite the flush when he raised an eyebrow and stared at the floating books behind them. Harry had to put effort into willing them down.

Harry wandlessly summons a vial of lube and coats his fingers with some of it before easing a finger gently in to his hole.

Harry waited for Draco to get used to it before slipping another finger in, eventually Draco leaned back on to it and Harry took it as his cue to start moving them gently.

***

Draco was holding back the whines that were constantly threatening to escape but when Harry pulled his fingers out, he couldn’t hold back a need filled whine.

Harry’s darkened eyes look down on him fondly for a moment before pressing a hard kiss to his lips. Draco pressed into it and while he was distracted Harry slipped his cock in, causing the little whines to turn into a full blown moan.

Harry groaned too. His head falling backwards and his jaw tight. He whispers a few protection spells despite his obvious distraction.

“You feel so good darling,” his voice was deep and scratchy and Draco couldn’t help but think that he looked like he came straight out of a wet dream.

“Just tell me when you’re ready alright?”

The slight sting that had happened when he’d started didn’t take long to become an intense pleasure and Draco nodded.

Harry moved slowly at first, pausing for only a moment to press another heated kiss to Draco’s lips before he started to thrust in and out of Draco.

Suddenly a burst of pleasure courses through him and Dracos back arches involuntarily accompanied by a loud moan.

Once Harry finds it he doesn’t let it rest, pounding relentlessly into it until Draco’s a quivering mess and on the edge of what he can already tell will be a powerful climax.

Sweat beaded on Harrys temple. As his thrust get more erratic, he groans, “I’m gonna cum,” He shifts to pull out and jerks Draco’s prick and his own together, pre-cum leaking heavily from both. With a couple last strokes, Draco jerks and cums in large spurts over their chest, a couple of seconds later Harrys mixes with his own and he slumps down on top of him.

Floating objects crash to the ground around them.

Five minutes later a knock sounds at the door. Harry does a half effort Scourgify and lazily pulls on a pair joggers on of Draco fumbles for his own wand managing to pull his trousers back on but accioing a new shirt and pulling it on with out checking it or patting himself down.

Harry drapes himself over Draco’s shoulders on the way out.

***
Pansy looks on at the mess that is Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and does her best to suppress her snickers. She probably would’ve failed too if not for the content werewolf sprawling himself over her best friends shoulders.

A smoothness that Pansy only has seen when Harry’s wolf is fronting is clear in his demeanor, but it is still obviously Harry.

Even when he grins and lets himself get stomped on my Draco.

Hermione collects herself, and shoved past the two freshly shagged boys in the doorway, going to sit herself down on their bed before thinking better of it and conjuring a chair.

Pansy laughs again and modifies Hermiones chair into a bench, joining her.

Harry indiscreetly toes a very nice shirt under the bed, wait a second, “Draco that’s Aurelia Verum Couture,”

Draco shifts his gaze sheepishly patting down his hair consciously.

“Do I even know you?” Pansy snatches the shirt in horror at the poorly done repair spells, casting a few more experienced ones.

Hermione looks around with unveiled disgust at the objects that had obviously fallen to the ground and the rumpled bed.