word count: 9.6k
tags: eighth year, enemies to fwb to lovers, copious amounts of alcohol to cope, being terrible at anything that involves speaking to each other, supportive ron even tho he never wants to see that much of Harry’s ass EVER again thank you very much
rating: E, no warnings
summary:
“Christ, Draco, get your mouth back on me, I need you, oh God, Jesus fucking Christ,” and Draco can’t help how he shivers, the words dripping down his spine like molasses, sticky sweet blasphemous prayers in the heat of the moment. It’s enough to bring him closer to the edge, and when Harry spills down his throat, hot and bitter and musky, Draco comes with a muffled cry, his cock spurting weakly as he spills all over the floor.
(Later, Harry will tease him, will whisper Christ, Malfoy, look at you, so hot for me, Jesus and Draco will come undone a second time, shaking in the safe bracket of Harry’s arms around him.)
OR: Draco and Harry are not-quite-friends, but then they are. it is A Time. Ron just wishes he had bleach.
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just realized I never did make a tumblr post for this one!
this was my first proper exchange fest, and honestly, I must have messaged a trillion people to ask them to check whether this sounded okay or if i just vastly overestimated my abilities to write something for the darling @veelawings and her absolutely fucking amazing fic Into the Potter-Verse (which, by the way, is a MASSIVE rec on my side, as is everything she writes because heck yeah, that stuff is pure pure serotonin for my soul.)
a huge mega MASSIVE thank you to @ladderofyears @gnarf @crazybutgood @fantalf (it’s been so long LMAO y’all probs don’t even rmb) but you guys are the best. your encouragement truly helped me get to the finish line. i owe y’all my firstborn or something. love y’all 💖💖