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Harry met the kiss grinning but willingly, the knowledge of why Malfoy had invited him home buzzing just beneath the surface; considerably more sober than previous times, Harry was not surprised to find that he didn’t feel any less drunk.
“What does everybody else say?” he grinned into the narrow space between them, before ducking his head to press an open mouthed kiss to Malfoy’s throat, almost a bite.
Regardless of whether or not Malfoy thought of it, Harry doubted he had been spared of comments made by others who had seen him in any state of undress.
He placed the next kiss at Malfoy’s collarbone, over the raised ridge of a scar. “Do you think of me, then?”


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If Draco had known that Potter was going to show up he likely wouldn’t have drank as much as he did, feeling his head swimming with Potter’s touch and all of his questions.
It was completely honest when Draco said that he hadn’t really thought about it, however, back before he had gotten into regular use of felix it had been a question and it had occasionally made him think of Potter whenever the question arose.
“No one really says anything,” he stated, a blatant lie but he felt vulnerable enough in front of Potter as it was and he didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction.
“We’ve been through a war, we all have scars,” Draco added as he ran his hand over Potter’s chest, which too was littered with different scars, the most prominent one right on his chest.

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Harry exhaled a little huff, a disinterested laugh as he found it to be such a lie. By all accounts, most people had scars inflicted onto them by the oppressive party; if Malfoy had wanted to, he would willingly and rightfully have made Harry responsible for the scars on his chest. Now, it probably wouldn’t matter, but had he spoken up then, it might have had Harry expelled from the Academy.
“Maybe you’ll start,” he suggested with a grin, the scars so much more than a war between the two of them, anyway. Even without a war, there was a fair chance that it would have had no influence on whether or not they ended up in that bathroom that night.
With the easement opening the fly allowed, Harry pushed his hands down Malfoy’s trousers, grabbing his hips.
“I think they look pretty good on you,” Harry admitted before biting another indulgent kiss to Malfoy’s chest. If it was honest, that had probably been his very first reaction upon seeing it, but as it became increasingly apparent that nothing about it made Malfoy recoil away from his touches, it made it easier to admit.


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PostPosted: Mon Jan 20, 2025 2:28 pm 

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While Draco had gotten many different comments on the scars during the years he didn’t think that anyone had ever told him that they looked good.
Obviously, Draco knew that it wasn’t true, the scars angry and raised and very distinctly marring his chest in a way that he could never truly hide, yet it still sent a chill down his spine to hear Potter utter those words. Probably exactly because he knew that they looked awful, so he knew that it had to be something entirely different that Potter saw and the implications were enough to make his head swim.
“That makes one of you,” Draco stated, trying to keep his tone uncaring but he couldn’t deny that there was something about the way that Potter was pressing harsh kisses to his skin while he said it, almost as if he only now had the opportunity too lay claim to his handiwork.

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Harry grinned at that, a mean-spirited impulse to say that it was all that mattered, anyway. Regardless of whether other men in Malfoy’s past found it ghastly, something in the very pit of Harry’s stomach knew it wasn’t for them, anyway.
To Harry, it was a closed circle, an inevitability, a slice of each other's lives carved out for the other to fill, and Harry had such difficulty pretending he wasn’t allowed to indulge in it.
Pressing another fleeting little kiss to Malfoy’s chest, he stretched the last few inches to catch Malfoy’s lips in a kiss, greedy with it.


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When Draco had invited Potter home to his flat he had done so with precious little thought about the exact implications of that.
Sure, he had known that it would lead to sex, which he had been correct about, but he had never gotten further than that in his thought process, a fact that he almost regretted now that they were both further in chronological way of events.
It had been simple enough to offer Potter a shower, even to join him in it, not wanting to be a rude host, but now that all avenues of physical intimacy had been explored between them for the time being, Draco found himself woefully unprepared as to what to do next.
As it were, he simply leaned against the counter in his open concept kitchen and living room, grabbing a cigarette from the box he had there for the exact purpose, and waited for Potter to actually exit the bathroom.

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Harry had been halfway dressed when he figured he might as well head back to the Ministry, something about the midnight shower and the uniform trousers rewiring his mind enough to keep the exhaustion at bay for a little while longer. He was pulling his coat on when he exited Malfoy’s bathroom, finding him in his living room.
Despite Malfoy’s willingness to let Harry’s stay drag, there was no illusions as to whether that extended to an invitation to stay the night. Frankly, Harry had no interest in that. Still, he met the sight grinning, such an odd thing to experience Malfoy in his house coat.
Harry almost laughed, adjusting the pinch of his shirt collar beneath the coat. He had had a great time, fearing it transparently showed on him, the way he indulgently let his gaze skim over Malfoy. “Alright, well - ta.”


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No matter how much Draco saw of Harry and how much he talked with him he didn’t think that he was ever going to get used to it. There was something about his nonchalance served to both drive Draco crazy but also pulled him in, wondering what it would take to make the facade crack.
“Who knew you were so good at household charms,” Draco stated as he reached for his lighter, a zippo with an elaborate serpent design on it, and took a moment to take Potter in as well.
There was no denying that Potter use have run an ironing charm over his clothes, because Draco had seen the state of it when he threw it on the floor; the thought brought a slight smirk to Draco’s lips as he huffed out a breath of smoke.

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While Harry managed to forgo pointing out that he was, in fact, a grown up capable of dressing himself, his expression betrayed him, halfway between a grin and rolling his eyes. It felt especially daft given the fact that he highly doubted Malfoy had dressed himself beyond putting on the house coat, leisurely as ever.
Watching as Malfoy exhaled into the small space between them, Harry could taste the smoke at the very back of his throat, an itch to partake, for more.
“Can I have that drink, now?” he asked, a grin pulling on his lips with a delay as he cocked his head towards Malfoy’s cabinets. It felt like ages ago that Malfoy had even offered up one, and even then it had probably been something closer to a euphemism, Harry figured he must have something stocked.


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Draco arched his eyebrow at that, having figured that their talk of having a drink had been entirely hypothetical, however, he figured that they could probably both use a drink as a come down before going to bed.
“What’s your poison?” He asked as he slid his ashtray more within reach, balancing his smoke on the rim as he turned around to the cabinet in which he kept his bottles. He didn’t necessarily keep a super stocked bar in his home, finding that alcohol had never really been his drug of choice.
“Scotch?” He offered up, it being one of the few spirits he did tend to indulge in at times.

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“Sure,” Harry accepted, not usually picky with his liquor.
Taking an absentminded step to the side, turning to look into the room. Harry didn’t care any more about Malfoy’s choice of decor now, than he had upon arrival, and glancing around, he soon realised there really wasn’t much for him to learn, anyway.
Neat and classical, the place was otherwise devout of personality. Despite what Harry might have expected upon coming home with him, it didn’t feel intrusive to be here, offering no peek into Malfoy’s personal life.
“You’ve just moved in?” he asked, though he thought maybe Malfoy just lived like that. Glancing back at Malfoy, a tease pulled at the corner of Harry’s mouth.


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Draco grabbed two glasses from the neighbouring cabinet and started pouring as Potter was clearly taking in his flat. It wasn’t really anything special and Draco really didn’t feel any special kind of attachment to it, mostly just needing a place to sleep and eat.
Still, it surprised him when Potter asked him if he had just moved in, fully aware that he hadn’t done much to personalise it, however he felt that it still looked somewhat lived in.
“Lived here for seven years I think,” he stated as he slid one of the glasses towards Potter, only then spotting the grin that was teasing at the corner of his mouth, which made Draco feel stupid for having elaborated.

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Though Harry had anticipated that Malfoy had probably lived here longer than it appeared, seven years still sounded like a lot. It made Harry’s face scrunch with a poorly hidden disapproval, making him glance into the living room once more. Harry hadn’t decorated much more himself, but in that he figured that Malfoy mustn’t keep a lot of company, either, adding another facet to this interaction.
Harry decided not to comment on it, accepting the tumbler as his attention returned to Malfoy.
“Do you -” he moved his finger in a circle, a small pantomime of stirring a cauldron with a playful glint in his eye “- here, too?”


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Draco picked up his cigarette again and went back to leaning on the counter, only now getting to take a moment to take in just how Potter looked in his flat.
In many ways, the flat felt no more personal than a hotel room to Draco, having purposefully not made much of an effort to decorate it with his personality in mind. The few trinkets he did have were mostly because he found them convenient or even just serving as reminders as to why he was doing what he was doing.
“I live in the middle of muggle London and this is my official address in the ministry,” Draco stated, taking a drag from his cigarette and using the pause to consider just how mad it was going to be that he was getting entangled with Potter like this.
“So no.”

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Having apparated here, Harry had no idea where they were, but found it interesting that Malfoy had decided to settle in a Muggle area of town. The fact that he didn’t brew his potions here was less surprising to him, more used to Malfoy being secretive than amicable to Muggles.
“Good to know,” Harry mused, a childish smile being obscured by the glass as he downed the rest of the scotch.
Despite what his uniform might allude to, Harry was keenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t here for work, and whatever few details he uncovered about Malfoy’s use of felix felicis simply catalogued somewhere in his mind, an old habit of keeping tabs on him.
Placing the glass back onto the counter, Harry glanced at the watch on his wrist.
“Anyway, I’m gonna head back,” he said, assuming Malfoy wouldn’t be bothered by the fact that Harry hadn’t stayed and indulged in the drink.


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By now, Draco had decided that Potter really had no interest in handing him in to his superiors for his illicit potion brewing, something that probably should be way more of a relief than it actually felt like. After all, it was a known song and dance for them to not really want the other in trouble, just needing to know what they were up to and there was a part of Draco that was pleased to know that that hadn’t changed in their years apart.
Potter had already finished his scotch by the time that Draco took his first sip, needing to unwind so he would be able to get some sleep; thus it surprised him when he heard Potter say that he was heading back, making Draco arch an eyebrow at the statement.
“You’re going back to the ministry?” He probed, feeling weird about having just served Potter a glass of scotch if he intended to go back to work.

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Harry looked back at Malfoy, trying to figure out what he meant by that question, not putting it past Malfoy to say it as a thinly veiled criticism. It made Harry smile, inevitably rising to the provocation.
“Yeah, why?” he asked, clearly not seeing the issue.
Malfoy had seen Harry arrive at the Ministry just some hours ago, though it felt like a poorly concealed fact between them that Harry had probably just gone through the Ministry at the odd chance he might run into Malfoy. It didn’t feel outside the realm of possibility for Harry to head into the office after a patrol, no matter what distractions that had occurred between the two things.
Looking at Malfoy, in his robe in his kitchen, the darkness coming through the windows made it instead seem like an early morning departure. The ridiculousness of it all, such a weird and awkward intimacy, made Harry’s smile widen slightly.
“Gonna kiss me goodbye?”


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It constantly amazed Draco how Potter seemed to enjoy being obtuse, probably having many years of experience in the matter, but he tried not to let it get to him. After all, whatever it was that they were indulging in together, they both knew that this would never amount to anything more serious than just that, so maybe Draco should just mind his own business.
“Is that why you’re lingering?” Draco asked with an arched brow as he inhaled the last of the tobacco on his smoke, looking at Potter as he put it out in the ashtray.
“Do you want me to kiss you and tell you that you’ve done a good job?” He asked in a tone so dry that there couldn’t be any doubt about his intentions with the question.

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Harry wouldn’t say he was lingering. The half-hearted conversation he had strung up barely prolonged his exit by more than a few minutes, something that paled to Malfoy having invited him to shower there. Though Harry didn’t say it out loud, the thought showed in his smile as it widened, grinning at the knowledge that, if anything, they were both equally ****ing.
He watched Malfoy with great interest, eyes dipping to his hand as Malfoy put out his cigarette.
“Well, only if it's true,” Harry replied, and though he was aiming for a taunt, the lingering effects of either Malfoy’s felix felicis or his attention softened the mean bite of his tone.
As he said it, Harry felt the words settle and flip in the pit of his stomach, to no real surprise. His gaze found Malfoy again, unabashedly. “I wouldn’t want you to lie.”


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It was, of course, incredibly juvenile all of it, a proof of just how little had changed in the dynamic between himself and Potter, even with them being two decades older and having added sex into the mix.
It was comforting in a way, because it meant that Draco knew exactly what to do and how to act, not needing the golden glow of felix to guide his every moment.
With a roll of his eyes, Draco crossed his kitchen and moved back into Potter’s orbit, reaching out with one hand to ruffle the already unruly black locks with a crooked grin on his lips, as his other hand found Potter’s jaw.
“That’s a good boy then,” he stated before leaning down to kiss him goodbye.

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