More by Luck Than Sense - Drarry RP iamcrystalqueer+Nymeria

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 6:54 am

A shiver went through Harry at the clear truth laced through Malfoy’s curse, drunk on the way Malfoy’s frustration overlapped with his desperation, feeling the sting of his bite all the way in the pit of his stomach.
It bubbled over as a huffed grin, a sound knocked out of Harry as he was pushed back against the bathroom vanity. Whatever Malfoy was trying to convince himself of, it couldn’t dismiss the criminality of his actions, making his words sound like something else entirely, here and now.
Stretching to chase them, Harry caught Malfoy’s lips in another starved kiss.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:31 pm

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As embarrassing as it was for Draco to admit, and he never would anywhere other than in the privacy of his own mind, he found that he was actually looking forward to seeing Potter. He desperately wanted to tell himself that it was simply the sex, which was good and something that Draco had deprived himself of for a long time, but deep down he knew that it was a lot more than that.
It was far from every event that Draco attended that Potter was invited to as well, but he had been told that he was supposed to be present at this one. Apparently though, Potter himself had not gotten that memo, and Draco had had a few more drinks than he normally would to drown the bitter taste of disappointment.
Draco was tipsy by now, still feeling disappointed and unresolved, and had made his goodbyes with the ones he was meant to say goodbye to. He hadn’t wanted to show up in the first place, but with the wine he had been drinking and with Potter not showing up, Draco honestly just wanted to go home and nurse the headache he could feel creeping up through his temples.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 2:12 pm

By the time Harry arrived back to the Ministry through the street entrance, he had yet to make up his mind on whether to just head home or whether it was worth the hassle to swing by the reception at the odd chance that Malfoy might have stuck around despite the late hour.
Harry had thought about Malfoy incessantly. It was a dangerous itch that had gained foothold at the very back of Harry’s mind weeks ago, obsessive and overpowering in the way it overshadowed everything else. Away from him, Harry felt free enough of the influence of Malfoy’s felix felicis, and Harry was aware that the reasonable thing for him to do was to go home and push it all aside.
As luck would have it, someone else seemed to have made that decision for him. Harry couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased.
“Are you leaving already?” Harry asked as casually as his grin would allow, having watched Malfoy exit one of the lifts at a distance.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 3:10 pm

Having spent most of the evening hoping that Potter would suddenly manifest at the party, Draco was woefully unprepared to actually come face to face with him. For the first time since they had gotten reacquainted, Potter was wearing his auror’s robes, and Draco could barely find it in himself to feel embarrassed when his eyes roamed over his figure.
“I’ve been here long enough,” he stated simply, his head swimming from the sudden change of course in his evening, and Draco couldn’t help but regret the glasses of wine he had had.
“Disappointed?” He asked, finding it easier to accuse Potter of the disappointment he had felt so deeply in his bones for most of the evening.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 3:36 pm

As the distance between them diminished, it became apparent that Malfoy had been drinking more than other times Harry had seen him. It was visible in the way he unabashedly allowed his gaze to dip, making something smug and full of anticipation flush through Harry.
“I think you’re being a bore, yeah,” he corrected, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Coming to a stop several yards away from Malfoy, Harry shoved his hands in his trouser pockets, an intentional way to keep him from reaching out for Malfoy; around them, the emptiness of the Atrium was astounding.
“Can’t tempt you to another drink?”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 4:00 pm

“I’m not going back in there,” Draco stated matter of factly, unsure how much of his bluntness was the wine, how much was the felix and how much was simply Potter’s presence, but he found himself completely unable to filter the words coming out of his mouth.
Draco desperately didn’t want to go back to that dreary party, but he was equally desperate to get to take that uniform off of Potter, so he was going to have to make a decision.
“If you want another drink, I guess it’ll have to be at mine,” Draco said, his tone not changing despite knowing exactly what his proposal would entail.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sun Jan 05, 2025 4:22 pm

Harry had specifically phrased it with little intention of bringing Malfoy back to the reception, figuring they were just as well off having a pint at the nearest pub with the roomiest available loo. The offer to go back to Malfoy’s took him by surprise, however, though not a bad one.
It must have shown in Harry’s expression, the way his smile twitched, his interest piqued by the change of pace. It was hard not to feel a little smug, like Malfoy was inadvertently admitting to something.
“Alright,” Harry said, unable to not sound a little pleased.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Mon Jan 06, 2025 4:08 pm

Normally that smug look on Potter’s face would have driven Draco up the ****ing wall, however, he knew that he would soon get to remove it so he could live with it.
“Come on then,” Draco said as he offered Potter his arm, having every intention of simply apparating back to his place, and he figured that it would be easier if Potter just hung unto him.
“Before someone sees you’re here and wants to make small talk.”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Mon Jan 06, 2025 5:21 pm

Harry smiled at the implication that Malfoy was unwilling to share him in conversation, knowing it probably hung in the air between them regardless of whether or not Harry commented on it.
Withdrawing his hands from his pocket, Harry went to Malfoy, grabbing a hold of his arm instead.
It barely felt like they had firm ground under them before Harry grabbed for Malfoy’s collar too. Vaguely aware of the fact that they had apparated to Malfoy’s home, Harry didn’t even spare himself a moment to look around, finding that he didn't care. Much more pressingly than looking for Malfoy's choice of pillows, or what drink he stocked, Harry immediately pulled Malfoy in a greedy kiss, egged on by the absolute solitude around them.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Tue Jan 07, 2025 3:43 pm

There really was no beating the feeling of how Potter reached for him.
It was pathetic, but Draco had been so socially sheltered for so long by now, especially in regards to sex and touch, that it was enough to make him head spin; feeling certain that he had never before been kissed the way that Potter kissed him.
Draco didn’t hesitate in kissing him back, hands finding Potter’s hips and running them up to his waist, realising in that moment just what taking Potter back to his flat was going to mean.
Not wanting to waste their time in his living room, Draco used his hold on Potter’s waist to push him backwards to towards the door to his bedroom, lavishing at the thought of getting to hook up with Potter somewhere that wasn’t a public toilet for once.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Tue Jan 07, 2025 4:58 pm

In an act of blind trust, Harry allowed himself to be directed backwards with no reservation, though they had done little to justify that development between them. In fact, for most of his life, Harry had considered Malfoy to be a selfish prick.
It didn’t change the way Harry’s hands dropped, grabbing for the waistband of Malfoy’s trousers through the bulk of his robes, however. Whatever impression Harry had of Malfoy didn’t stop him from grinning into the kiss, made sloppy by their movements, nor did it stop him from pulling Malfoy along with him. Harry was smitten with it, perhaps specifically because his perception of Malfoy had changed so little, feeling a deep sense of familiarity between them.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Wed Jan 08, 2025 2:59 pm

As they barged through the door to Draco’s bedroom, both of them unnecessarily hurrying despite the fact that they were completely alone and unlikely to be disturbed, Draco moved his hands to the buttons of Potter’s robe, desperate to get it off him.
Juvenile as it was, Draco couldn’t deny the added thrill of actually having Potter in his flat and on an actual bed for once. Sure, the bathroom hook ups did a lot of work to make the different parties and arrangements bearable, but this was going to be way better.
When they reached the bed, Draco wasted no time in pushing Potter down on it, allowing himself just a moment to take in the sight.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Wed Jan 08, 2025 4:11 pm

Having barely made any progress in undressing him, Malfoy shoving Harry onto the bed reeked of an indulgence that made Harry’s stomach flip. Getting together at the Ministry had neither allowed nor required much undressing for either of them, barely allowing them anything more than the limited view of their mirrored reflections.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Harry was shamelessly itching to look at Malfoy, too. Towering above Harry, the sight of him was really growing on him, a seemingly endless pit of attraction.
“Take your robes off,” he encouraged, a grin pulling at his lips.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Thu Jan 09, 2025 1:54 pm

While they were definitely unnecessarily rushing each other, Draco could feel a distinct difference in the rush; less about not being discovered and much more about an eagerness to finally see.
Despite not being one to normally take orders, Draco dutifully did as he was told, glancing up at Potter occasionally as he unbuttoned his robes. He was neither rushing nor leisurely in his opening the buttons, wanting to get to see Potter’s reactions but also not keen to make a huge show of it.
Once the robes were off and Draco was left in a vest and slacks he moved to the bed to straddle Potter, a flicker of a grin making its way to his face as he leant in to kiss him.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Thu Jan 09, 2025 3:56 pm

Playing no part in taking the first layer of clothes off of Malfoy, there were a few long moments where they weren’t actually touching, leaving nothing to offer any distraction or to dilute the heady anticipation building between them. Harry was watching Malfoy with great attention, drinking him in, eyes wandering as the tailored wool revealed bare arms, a much thinner cotton vest.
It took Malfoy shifting forward for Harry’s gaze to return to Malfoy’s face, the sight of his grin sending a thrill down Harry’s spine. He couldn’t help but grin, too.
Inviting the proximity with a greedy impatience, Harry grabbed Malfoy's hips, drawing him closer before Malfoy even settled himself. Stretching to meet the kiss as best as the angle allowed them, Harry’s hands pushed beneath the fabric of Malfoy’s shirt, running his palms flat up Malfoy’s sides in search for bare skin.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Fri Jan 10, 2025 3:04 pm

Potter’s hands directly on his bare skin sent shivers down Draco’s spine, realising that this was probably the most that they had ever touched, despite how close they had otherwise been. It made it all new and thrilling in a way, and Draco honestly cherished the fact that they could take their time this time around.
Eager to see more of Potter as well, figuring that the auror training had to have done some good, Draco continued his work on the buttons on Potter’s robe.
Somehow being in Draco’s flat and still rushing and tearing at each other felt even more juvenile than rushed hook ups in a Ministry bathroom. It made Draco’s head swim with the implications, even if he tried not to think of it too much, blaming the wine in his system on his thoughts.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sat Jan 11, 2025 5:56 am

The kiss grew increasingly hard to maintain as they both tore at each other's clothes, faltering into several shorter, bitten kisses, making something build in the pit of Harry’s stomach with almost giddy anticipation.
Having pushed Malfoy’s vest up, bunching at his ribs, Harry changed his grip around the fabric to pull it off of him. Tossing the shirt aside, Harry once again grabbed Malfoy’s waist as he relaxed back against the mattress, eager to get a proper look at Malfoy.
He didn’t stay down long, almost immediately pushing himself up on his elbows again at the sight.
“Oh, ****,” Harry startled, the sound escaping him like a punched out laugh.
Cutting across Malfoy’s torso were several raised scars, and despite having long healed over, it was a brutal sight; Harry couldn’t help a nervous grin from pulling at his lips. “Was that me?”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Mon Jan 13, 2025 4:25 pm

It took Draco a moment to place exactly what Potter was talking about, until he remembered the absolute battlefield that was his chest. Most of the time, Draco himself could forget just how scarred he was, not spending a lot of time in front of mirrors and it wasn’t like there was anyone around to see him shirtless and remind him.
Rationally, Draco knew that Potter’s reaction should probably have infuriated him, typical of him to take something this serious so lightly, but in another way it was such a huge relief that Draco really couldn’t find it in himself to mind it. After all, it seemed better than Potter apologising for it, as Draco wasn’t sure if their relation could bear an intimacy like that.
“No, it was a different 16-year old who decided to test out a spell he found in an old book,” Draco said with a roll of his eyes, not exactly keen to linger on the mistakes they made while young.
“Now, take your’s off,” he commanded, desperate to be rid of the attention of the vicious, raised scars that marred his chest so distinctly.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Tue Jan 14, 2025 12:58 pm

Grinning and eager to oblige, Harry sat all the way up, allowing him to indelicately strip off his coat and shirts in a tangle of cuffs. He once again reached for Malfoy’s hips, despite the angle between them having changed, diminished; Malfoy was so close.
"What do you make of it?" he asked with interest.
In a caress that was heavy with a mean sort of appreciation, Harry leisurely ran his hands up Malfoy’s scarred stomach. There was something inherently intimate about this, feeling tied together by blood and violence, in a way that made some complicated emotion pool in the very pit of Harry’s stomach.
“Do you hate me for it?”
For years, Harry had had nightmares about that day, reliving it, but never thinking past doing it, of the fact that Malfoy had lived with it. By now, it had been decades since Harry had even thought of it.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Thu Jan 16, 2025 4:48 pm

“I don’t really think about it,” Draco stated, answering both of the questions at the same time.
It was one of few times that Draco was completely and utterly honest with Potter, having really not given his scars many considerations in the past many years, and even with Potter running his hands over them Draco still didn’t really think of them.
Not wanting to linger on their past mistakes, much more interesting in the ones they were making right in that moment, Draco bridged the gap between them with a kiss, liking Potter so much better when he talked less.

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