Drarry Drabbles

Draco Malfoy loves dancing. Not the classical, ballroom dancing he’d been raised on- no, he loved the dirty, grinding up on a stranger type of dancing.

He mainly went to muggle nightclubs or gay bars, the men there were always enticed by him- his shoulder length hair that seemed to glow in the neon lights, his slim hips that were usually clad in tight jeans that hugged his rather plump arse and a black thong that rode on his hips.

He liked to get lost in the music, and some mornings he’d find himself lost in a strangers bed, but tonight as the loud club music pounded overhead, he couldn’t concentrate on anything, except for the leather jacket and green eyes that were staring at him from across the bar.

He had to get out of there, how he’d found him he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to know. For nearly four years he’d been away from the Wizarding World, and he’d been happier for it, for the most part.

Just as he had pushed his way out of the club and was pulling in lungfuls of air, he felt two burly arms pull him into an alleyway, and he knew he was done for.

The arms pushed him up against the wall and his attackers leg pushed between his thighs, he closed his eyes as he felt sharp stubble against his neck.

“Malfoy, fancy seeing you here” The man growled. Draco shook his head.

“No, Potter, what are you doing here?” It came out as a whimper as sharp teeth nipped at his neck. He couldn’t help the feeling of bliss that rippled over him in that moment.

“Draco, look at me”. Harry whispered. Draco shook his head, he couldn’t bear to. “Draco, please, look at me”. He opened his eyes, the teary grey pleaded with the sharp green that were staring back at him. He couldn’t help it, as much as his brain was screaming at him to run away, his heart couldn’t contain itself- being so close to the man he loved.

Kissing Harry after so long apart felt magical, he wrapped his fingers in those chaotic curls and pulled him in for a heart wrenching kiss. He felt one of Harry’s arms wrap around his waist, the other snaked around his neck. Harry tugged at his lip, asking for entrance to which Draco obliged. He could never deny Harry anything.

“God, Harry please, fuck me” He moaned as they broke apart.

“Not here” he chuckled in reply, and that was the only warning Draco got before he felt the familiar tug behind his navel and he was spun into an all too familiar bedroom.

Between fierce kisses they managed to make it over to the bed, where Harry pushed them both down into the sheets. They scrambled at each other’s and their own clothes, desperate to be closer to one another.

“Off! Get this thing off!”. Draco heard himself shout as he tugged at Harry’s shirt. The raven haired boy pulled it over his head effortlessly and threw it somewhere across the room, to reveal miles of tanned, toned skin that was laden with scars.

When they were both finally undressed, Harry lowered himself in between Draco’s obscenely wide legs and they continued to let their hands roam over each other’s bodies.

Harry attacked Draco’s neck, and sighed happily into his chest. “I’ve missed this so much, missed you, baby”. Draco whined at his words.

“I want you to fuck me, fuck me until all I can remember is your name, please, Daddy” Draco’s words wavered as he felt Harry shift his legs, he lifted them onto his shoulders and he murmured the charm that filled Draco’s entrance with slick.

When Harry’s fingers breached him, he couldn’t help but scream at how good it felt, how good this felt. “Daddy please, oh God” Harry just kissed him, working a third finger into him, stretching him out after so long. “Baby, are you sure about this? You’re ready?” Draco looked him in the eyes and nodded.

“I don’t want anything else but you, Daddy, not ever”. He heard Harry growl at his words, and then the tip of his cock of his cock breach his quivering hole and he screamed out in ecstasy again.

Harry fucked him hard, just as he promised he would. He slammed his hips forward, grunting into Draco’s shoulder that was littered with love bites. He wrapped a hand around the blonde’s neck, who gasped at the pleasure. “I’m close, Daddy please I’m so close” he sobbed at the feeling of Harry’s huge member as it abused his prostate. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you”.

Draco came not thirty seconds later- screaming Harry’s name- with an enraptured moan as his climax hit, and Harry followed suite with a roar. They lay wrapped up in eachother, panting through smiles.

Finally, Harry pulled himself out of Draco with a mutual grown, and rolled onto the other side of the bed before pulling Draco onto his chest, and wrapping his arms around him in a way that would suggest he was scared he’d disappear otherwise. He stroked the blonde’s hair and closed his eyes. He could feel Draco tracing the deepest scar across his upper chest, and he knew there were too many words unsaid between them.

“Why did you do it?”. It was barely a whisper that escaped his flushed lips but it sounded so loud as it broke the silence.

“Because I had to, you know I had to.”

“But you didn’t. You’re Harry Potter. If you really wanted to not do it, they wouldn’t have been able to make you”.

He didn’t know how to answer that.

“We can talk more about it in the morning, if you promise to stay with me now?” He tried to stop the fear invading his voice. Draco didn’t say anything, only nodded.

That night was the best nights sleep either of them had had in three years.

••

(Flashback to 3 years ago)

Draco and Harry had only been dating for about 6 months, but Draco knew he was falling in love with the other man, he could feel it. That was why he was screaming at him now in Harry’s flat, as the taller man screamed back with even more frustration.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO! YOU CAN’T, IT’S TOO DANGEROUS! WHAT IF THIS TIME, IT’S THE TIME YOU DON’T COME BACK TO ME?” He was trying to force the tears back, but to no avail.

“I HAVE TO GO, DRACO. THERE’S NO GETTING OUT OF IT! I TOLD YOU 6 MONTHS AGO THAT THERE WOULD BE TIMES I HAD TO DO THINGS YOU WOULDN’T LIKE!”.

Harry had joined the elite force of Aurors that fought off physical forces of dark magic, and last time he’d only been gone for 3 days but had come back with an array of scars, he’d looked so badly bruised and damaged when he’d limped back into his flat that Draco had screamed at the sight of him.

Draco didn’t know what to do. He threw another book at Harry from across the living room. “That’s not fair, Harry! You told me it’d be another year, at least, until you had to back, not a fucking MONTH!”.

He fell to his knees, the rage inside of him turning into terror. Harry sunk down beside him, and lifted the Slytherin’s tear strewn face up to his own, pained face.

“If you go now, Harry, I will not be here if you get back”. The voice was harsh, but disheveled. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Draco”. And he stood up and walked to the floo, grasped a handful of powder and readied himself for the journey. Draco screamed again, this time out of grief. He picked up the framed photo of the two of them and threw it to the floor, smashing the glass into a thousand shards of anguish, as Harry shouted “The Ministry!” And was gone seconds later.

Twenty minutes after, after gathering all of his things, Draco was gone too. When Harry finally came home a week later, the only thing that remained of his love was the torn picture on the ground.

••

It was strange, waking up in Harry’s bed. Even though It’d only been a few years. Draco hadn’t moved that far away- about 90 minutes of you’re driving. He knew Harry had been looking for him, he’d hounded Pansy and his other friends for Draco’s location, but he never thought the Gryffindor would actually find him.

He managed to slip out of Harry’s firm grasp without waking him, and crept around the room picking up his clothes as he went into the living room to dress, in the hopes of not waking Harry up.

The place was the same, par for some pots of paint in the corner and a pile of files on the old oak coffee table. As he walked into the middle of the room to pull on his clothes, he noticed something as he tugged his shirt onto his shoulders.

Harry had reframed the picture Draco had destroyed, but instead of it being on the side table it now sat on the end of the mantle piece.

Draco picked up the frame to inspect the picture more closely. He could see faint lines on the photo from where a reparo had been used to fix the tears. The photo didn’t move anymore, now it was still like a muggle had taken it, the picture had obviously frozen at the point where Harry had kissed Draco. Happiness filled the faces of their passed selves, who probably had no idea what would come mere weeks later.

He heard Harry’s heavy footfall and rushed to place the photo back on the mantle.

“Draco?! Draco where are you?!” A distraughtly ruffled Harry paced into the living room and sighed in relief when he spotted Draco. “I was worried, what are you doing?” He frowned at the sight of Draco’s mainly dressed form.

“I’m going home, Potter.” He said in a bored tone. Harry’s eyes widened erratically.

“What? No! You can’t! Draco, please love, stay”. He made his way towards Draco but stopped at the blonde’s raised hand.

“No, Potter. This was a mistake, okay? Letting you fuck me was a mistake, so I’m going to leave. Forget this happened, Potter, please”.

“NO! I will not lose you again! Leaving on that mission was the biggest mistake I have ever made, alright? I quit as soon as I got back and, and I’ve been trying to find you to tell you how sorry I am”.

Draco turned and looked at him then, his face scrunched in anger. “Sorry for what, Potter? Telling me you loved me? Or sorry that I’m not as much of a lap dog for you as you hoped? Did you really expect me to stay when you left me?”.

Harry was stunned. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Draco tutted and turned away from him.

“I’m not sorry for telling you, telling you that I loved you. Because I did, I still do, baby. I love you so so much, and I don’t want to have to spend any longer away from you”. Draco’s heart was pounding.

“I have loved you every day since we were 14, and when you told me you loved me I thought you might actually mean it. But you left me, you left me and broke my heart!”. He reached out to the wall to steady himself. Harry rushed forward and pulled a reluctant Draco into him.

“I know, Draco. I know and I’m sorry. Please, please stay and let me love you?” As the green eyes bored down into his, filled with desperation, Draco knew he’d say yes. Like he said before, he could never refuse Harry.

He nodded his head shakily, and harry pulled him in for the most passionate kiss the two had shared since their first, all that time ago. “I love you too, Harry. I have never stopped”.

Harry scooped Draco up into his arms and lead them back into the bedroom. It was different this time. Harry kissed every inch of Draco softly, savouring every second of him.

“You still wear these lacy panties that I love?” He said with mischief in his raspy voice.

“Of course I do, Daddy. Only for you”. Draco moaned the words as Harry lifted his legs up to extract the thong.

Draco moved softly onto Harry’s lap, slowly lifting himself onto Harry’s hard cock. The other man ran his hands up and down Draco’s thighs as they both sighed at the pleasure of their bodies connecting.

“I missed you so much, Daddy”. He cried as Harry started lifting his hips upwards.

“Gods I missed you more, Darling”. Draco leant down and kissed him, his hands clasping the sides of his lover’s face. He adored the feeling of Harry’s beard on his own smooth skin, and couldn’t wait to feel it between his thighs.

They both came happily, and Draco smiled as he slid off of Harry.

“I love you” They both said at the same time. And they both knew it was true.