Giving In (Wanting More)
Title: Giving In (Wanting More)
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: Prompt 107 for hogwarts365
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Unbetaed. Happy Birthday birdsofshore
Summary: Malfoy didn't give any other bloke the chance with Harry. He grabbed Harry by his shoulders, kissed him, and pulled him to the dancefloor. Harry had to remember which one of them was the Gryffindor.
Harry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Thinking something didn't make it real. He only thought that Malfoy might not have wanted him back, but when he was in that club, surrounded by darkness save for the strobing lights, and the loud music that thumped lighter than his heart, he'd kissed Malfoy.
And Malfoy had kissed him back.
He'd been stupid to waste, weeks, months, even years, pining over him thinking it wasn't a possibility. His cock hardened at the thought of kissing Malfoy, and when their lips had actually met, his heart was the thing that had exploded in pleasure. His cock just begged to be touched.
Wanting something does not make it real. Except for the case of Malfoy.
Harry wanted Malfoy, and that was real. Malfoy wanted him back, and that was unbelievable.
They had kissed, they had danced, and they had rutted against each other right on that dancefloor, in front of all those people. And that was real. Malfoy had offered to take him home that night, and that was real.
Harry wasn't sure what he would've done if Malfoy had just fucked him for the night and then didn't want him again. Having that -- the thing they'd had in the club -- was enough. It would allow Harry to just move on. It would have been enough, anything more than that, if didn't amount to anything substantial, would have crushed him.
So Harry left.
Until the night he was back to the club and Malfoy was waiting for him.
Malfoy didn't give any other bloke the chance with Harry. He grabbed Harry by his shoulders, kissed him, and pulled him to the dancefloor. Harry had to remember which one of them was the Gryffindor.
That night, Malfoy didn't offer to take him home.
They met, night after night, on the dancefloor, and Harry wanted Malfoy to offer again, and he never did. Eventually, Harry's resolve broke and he took Malfoy out into the alley, pushed him against the wall and kissed him so hard their lips bruised. Then he Apparated them to his flat.
"It's about time, Potter," was all Malfoy said, before Harry Vanished their clothes.
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Created for: Prompt 107 for hogwarts365
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Unbetaed. Happy Birthday birdsofshore
Summary: Malfoy didn't give any other bloke the chance with Harry. He grabbed Harry by his shoulders, kissed him, and pulled him to the dancefloor. Harry had to remember which one of them was the Gryffindor.
Harry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Thinking something didn't make it real. He only thought that Malfoy might not have wanted him back, but when he was in that club, surrounded by darkness save for the strobing lights, and the loud music that thumped lighter than his heart, he'd kissed Malfoy.
And Malfoy had kissed him back.
He'd been stupid to waste, weeks, months, even years, pining over him thinking it wasn't a possibility. His cock hardened at the thought of kissing Malfoy, and when their lips had actually met, his heart was the thing that had exploded in pleasure. His cock just begged to be touched.
Wanting something does not make it real. Except for the case of Malfoy.
Harry wanted Malfoy, and that was real. Malfoy wanted him back, and that was unbelievable.
They had kissed, they had danced, and they had rutted against each other right on that dancefloor, in front of all those people. And that was real. Malfoy had offered to take him home that night, and that was real.
Harry wasn't sure what he would've done if Malfoy had just fucked him for the night and then didn't want him again. Having that -- the thing they'd had in the club -- was enough. It would allow Harry to just move on. It would have been enough, anything more than that, if didn't amount to anything substantial, would have crushed him.
So Harry left.
Until the night he was back to the club and Malfoy was waiting for him.
Malfoy didn't give any other bloke the chance with Harry. He grabbed Harry by his shoulders, kissed him, and pulled him to the dancefloor. Harry had to remember which one of them was the Gryffindor.
That night, Malfoy didn't offer to take him home.
They met, night after night, on the dancefloor, and Harry wanted Malfoy to offer again, and he never did. Eventually, Harry's resolve broke and he took Malfoy out into the alley, pushed him against the wall and kissed him so hard their lips bruised. Then he Apparated them to his flat.
"It's about time, Potter," was all Malfoy said, before Harry Vanished their clothes.