“I guess you’ll just have to remind me.”
“I suppose I shall.” The film pyed to itself in the bakgrouely as Malfoy slid into a sitting positiing to straddle Harry’s thighs. Harry’s hao Malfoy’s waist on instint, pulling him in loser and bringing their jeans roins into oh hissed at the sudde’s see,” Malfoy whispered, lea kisses into the skin of Harry’s nek. “Five years and one week aginormous prat and stepped over a spell trigger in aer house ahe basement.”
Harry wae on the five years ago part of that expnation, but he was having trouble; Malfoy was now moving his hips in maddeningly light irles, sending sparks of white hot pleasure up and doine and bak to his dik.
“Then,” Malfoy ontinued, moviher side of Harry’s nek, “Five years ago yesterday, you woke up frial oma and kissed me.”
“I imagi was somerise,” Harry mao say. His fingers were lenhing and unlenhing round Malfoy’s waist, a seem to make himself stop. Nor ould he stop himself fr into the feel of Malofy’s lips against his skin.
Malfoy hukled. “It was, but I had been fantasising about you doing just that for years already, I wasn’t too put out by it.”
He ground his hips down onto Harry’s eretion, and Harry gasped out, “Malfoy!”
Malfoy stopped m his head and looking down at Harry, a strange look on his fae. “Did you just all me Malfoy?”
Oh shit. Hermione had warned him about that. “Sorry,” Harry mumbled quikly. “I was just…er, remembering.”
Malfoy smiled and leaned bak in. “I’ve en,” he whispered, aured Harry’s mouth in a searing kiss.
It was all s, and mai so dam. Harry didn’t think he’d ever beehe way Malfoy was kissing him now; it was so breathtaki Harry’s heart broke a little at the thought that it wasn’t really meant for him. This Malfoy, this Drao, beloo a different Harry, o was used to being kissed like he was the other persoire world. Drao kissed Harry like he was starved for him; his hand shaking slightly where it ed around Harry’s heek, his toive but desperate at the same time. Harry felt as though he was drowning in it, and it was o that this wasn’t his that stopped him from givio it ompletely.
The words ame bak to him: ith Drao, when he kissed you, did you like it?
Yes, Harry liked it. He’d thought about it before, if he was ho with himself. Whe in the field and Harry ould see Malfoy’s lips moving soundlessly as he traed urse magi bak to its soure; whehemselves aloher in a lift or aime he’d seen Malfoy in the Leaky, lips shiny with firewhisky a and open as he gazed over at Harry. He’d thought ab Malfoy up against the wall of the lift and slottiht about pulling Malfoy lose so that he his mouth felt moving against his skin; thought about sliding his tohose damp lips ahey taste…
Five years ago…
If what Malfoy had said was true, thehe future? His owhat inluded anniversaries aiful houses and eveiful little girls and making out on the sofa in front of a film. If that was the ase, then it wasn’t really wrong, was it?
Malfoy pulled bak, trailing his fingers over Harry’s heek. “Still lost in the memory?”
Harry looked up at him and thought fast. If this really was his owhen he ould have this, ould wouldn’t be like he was stealihing from somebody else, beause it was his. It wouldn’t be wrong, would it?
“Harry? You okay?” Harry’s body made the deision for him, takling Malfoy bak onto the sofa and nding down on top of him. Malfoy hukled a Harry’s shirt, lifting it up over his head and throwing it aross the room. Harry pulled at Malfoy’s shirt, snarlitoo undo themselves.
“You and your bloody buttons,” he mumbled, smiling slightly beause he khis about Drao, knew he would something so simple as a t shirt, even when lounging around the house.
“You like my bloody buttons,” Draing Harry’s hips with his knees and arhi Harry ould th his mouth onto a newly exposed olrbone.
“I like them better when they’re open,” Harry replied, grinning in triumph as the st oo his fumbling fingers and he ould finally run his hands over reamy soft skin and taut musles. Drao lifted up so that Harry ould slide the shirt down over his shoulders, the material athi was folded to the elbows. Harry didrying to help him get untangled; he’d already moved on to the fly of Drao’s jeans.
Drao ughed. “I khe st three years rushing this in ase Lissa hing, but she’s now, remember. We doo go quite so fast.”
“Yes we do,” Harry kissed the words into the skin of Drao’s hip, his fingers pulliband of his jeao be inside you, now.”
Drao suked in a sharp breath and lifted his hips, hands oming down tle him out of his jea—yeah, yes, please.”
&hey pulled at their jeans, yankiiff fabri and kikio get free. Harry was hrown off the sofa when Drao buked his hips up, trying to remove his briefs, and was only saved by Dra onto his arm just ihey kn