“Just the tip” Harry promises, trying to ease a delicate Draco.
Draco side-eyes him, but still spreads his legs.
5 minutes later, he’s whimpering, Harry buried to the hilt.
“Oops,” Harry pants, grinning against his neck, already knowing he’ll get away with it next time too.
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- Draco knows he’s loud. Tries to hide it. Harry notices. “Why are you biting your lip?” he murmurs, pinning Draco down. Draco doesn’t answer. Harry leans in. “Let me hear you.” One deep thrust, and Draco screams. After that, Harry makes it his mission: no silence. Ever.
- Draco jokingly says “yes sir” to Harry. Harry’s jaw tenses, his pupils are dilated, and he has the hungriest look that Draco has ever seen. That’s when Draco knows he has discovered one of Harry’s kinks
- Draco thinks he’s in charge…until he’s not. “I don’t bottom,” Draco sneers the first time they kiss. Five minutes later, he’s flat on his back, wrists pinned, legs wrapped around Harry’s waist, gasping as Harry fucks into him. “What was that about not bottoming?” Harry mocks
- Draco is a trophy omega, pureblood perfection, meant to be married off to a pre-approved Alpha. Then there’s Harry. Unruly. Improper Forbidden. Harry shows up to Draco’s engagement party. “Say the word and I’ll take you away.” Draco gasps, “Please.” The wedding never happens.
- Draco tries to Dom Harry once. It goes poorly. He pushes Harry down and rides him. Tries to look smug. Harry lets him for a minute. Then he flips them, grinds down hard, and whispers, “Is this what you wanted?” Draco comes instantly. Never tries it again. Doesn’t need to
- Omega Draco's suppression potion wears off at the worst possible place, a Ministry event. His sweet, unmistakable scent fills the room. Every alpha turns. Alpha Harry's already moving. “Get behind me." Draco presses into Harry's side, feeling safe in the arms of his enemy.
- Draco sitting on Harry’s lap at a group hang out at their favorite bar. He is facing the group and talking, with his back resting comfortably against Harry’s strong, buff chest. Harry is teasingly tracing his fingers up and down Draco’s thighs
- Omega Draco’s nesting instincts kick in because of Alpha Harry. He hoards Harry’s clothes: shirts, sweaters, boxers. Harry finds the nest, smirking. Draco flushes, mortified, until Harry pulls him in. “I didn’t mean to,” Draco whispers. Harry: “You needed me.” Draco: “…Yes.”
- Before sex: Draco is a nightmare—sarcastic, whiny, rolling his eyes at everything Harry does. After sex: He’s soft, pliant, blinking up at Harry like he’s the only person in the world. Harry figures out quickly—if he wants peace and quiet, all he has to do is fuck Draco stupid.
- Harry dates no one. Because he’s waiting. For one person. Everyone knows. “What’s your type, Potter?” “Blonde. Sharp-tongued. Mean.” “So… Malfoy.” “Yes.”
- Ron throwing Draco into the lake during 8th year. Draco is furious and doesn’t understand why Ron would do it. They made up and were becoming friendly. The reason Ron did it is bc he was being a good friend to Harry, who wanted to see through Draco’s white shirt bc he is a perv
- Everyone at work calls Draco “Harry’s boyfriend.” They’ve never made it official. Until someone flirts with Draco in front of Harry and he deadpans: “He’s taken.” Draco blinks. “Am I?” Harry looks at him like he’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. “You always have been.”
- Harry doesn’t even realize how territorial he’s being until Draco tilts his head, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips “You don’t own me, Potter,” Draco teases, his tone laced with mock indignation, though the sparkle in his eyes gives away his amusement

