Chapter Text
Holy shit.
Harry sat up on his bed, staring at the wall in front of him and processing. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape and it was very much 3 am and Harry was very much still in his pyjamas.
He shot up from where he was sitting.
He was the guy. How could he possibly not notice? Malfoy was into someone who spoke a different language that couldn’t be spoken by anyone else and holy shit, holy shit,
Holy shit.
That was him.
What did he do now? Should he keep speaking parseltongue and pretend like it’s accidental until Malfoy snaps? Should he tell Malfoy he knows? Should he go to Malfoy’s place?
It’s 3 AM.
But Harry is the guy.
Merlin’s saggy tits he’s the guy.
He should definitely go to Malfoy’s place right now.
Like right now.
Harry apparated straight to Malfoy’s flat after the impulsive thought had convinced him, pausing in nausea and surprise when he landed in the middle of the living room. Malfoy seemed to have adjusted his wards to let Harry in.
Well obviously so, he’s the guy.
Harry started walking towards the first door he saw in the house, still in his sweatpants and a faded red t-shirt. He raised his hand and wondered if he should knock, then decided against it since he was already in Malfoy’s flat and there was really no point to it.
He turned the doorknob and walked in the room to see Malfoy fast asleep. It made sense that there weren’t any alarms set to wake the blond up when someone came through the wards since Pansy liked frequently popping into places then leaving.
Harry walked to the side of Malfoy’s bed and crouched to look at his face better. Malfoy was asleep on his side, his face relaxed and soft with his hair glowing from the moonlight that leaked through the window. Harry ignored how creepy he was being.
Fuck. Okay, Malfoy was a lot more than pretty.
The Auror reached a hand out to comb through Malfoy’s silk-like hair, pausing when the blond made a small moan that travelled straight to Harry’s cock. He swallowed an audible gulp and decided it was high-time to wake his partner up.
“Malfoy?” Harry whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Malfoy?”
Malfoy stirred, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before relaxing again.
“Malfoy?” Malfoy sighed and opened his eyes, blinking sleepily before focussing on Harry when his eyes flew open.
“WHAT THE F-” Malfoy shot up and scooched back on his bed, Harry climbed on it and placed a hand on the blond’s mouth to shut him up and another hand on his arm to keep him from moving further.
“Are you trying to wake your whole building up?!” Malfoy went from shocked to glaring daggers at Harry, he removed the hand from his mouth but didn’t let go of it and whispered-shouted.
“I’m not the one who broke into someone else’s house in the middle of the night!”
“For your information, I didn’t ‘break into’ your house, I apparated to the building and was surprised myself to find your wards let me in.”
“Why would my wards let y-” Malfoy paused, realization sinking into his features. “Pansy. That cow!” His head was turned, now glaring at his sheets rather than Harry, who was horribly aware of how close they were and Malfoy’s hands that moved from holding his other hand to resting them on Harry’s chest. He cleared his throat, Malfoy’s attention went back to him.
“Well?”
“What?”
“Potter you couldn’t have apparated into my flat for the sole reason of giving me the fright of my life.”
“Oh, right.” Harry took a deep breath. “I’m the guy.” Malfoy squinted his eyes.
“What?”
“Okay, so don’t get mad-”
“That definitely means I’m going to get mad.”
“-But I kind of accidentally heard one of your conversations with Pansy.”
“You eavesdrOPPED ON ME?!”
“ACCIDENTALLY!”
“HOW DO YOU ‘ACCIDENTALLY’ LISTEN IN ON AN ENTIRE CONVERSATION?!”
“I DIDN’T EVEN SAY IT WAS THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION!”
“YOU IMPLIED IT!"
“HOW DID I IMPLY IT?!”
“YOU LITERALLY TOLD ME TO NOT GET MAD!”
“I D-” Harry buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “ Could you please just let me say what I’m trying to say?” Harry looked up to find Malfoy in the same state he was every other time he spoke parseltongue, ‘must’ve slipped out again.’ Harry thought. ‘Well, that’s one way to shut him up.’
But damn, Malfoy was quite a sight, his long blond hair messy from waking up, framing his face and giving him a bit of a ‘just shagged’ look, his mouth gaped and his cheeks flushed to bright pink. Harry didn’t realise he had paused just to look at Malfoy until he felt the blond hands move from his chest, he grabbed Malfoy’s wrists to keep them in place. Maintaining eye contact Harry started speaking parseltongue again.
“ You like this. I thought you didn’t, I actually thought you hated this but you like this.” Draco whimpered, and Harry made it his goal right that second to make sure his partner made more of those noises. “God you make the prettiest noises, I have no doubt the rest of you is just as pretty.” Harry raised one of Draco’s hands to his mouth and kissed it softly, satisfied when he heard the other boy’s breath hitch. He smirked.
“Will you show me?” Harry leaned forward until they were centimetres apart, whispering the phrase. One arm snaked around Draco’s waist as they lay down, Draco on his back and Harry on top of him. “Please?” The brunet nuzzled his neck, feeling his partner shiver under him as legs wrapped around his waist and the free arm wrapped around his neck.
“Potter…” Draco let out weakly.
“Come on baby, call me by my name.” Draco moaned at the command.
“Potter… please-” Harry cut the other boy off with a roll of his hips, pleased when he saw Draco’s eyes roll back.
“Wrong one.”
“Po- Harry, please.” This was euphoria, with a few simple words and touches Harry had Draco melted and pliable under him. He shivered with anticipation of what that meant for the future.
“Well… since you asked so nicely.” Harry thrust against Draco again and received a loud moan.
~^*^~
Harry opened his eyes and blinked with bleary eyes, looking around at a, though blurry, unfamiliar room. He looked around for his glasses and spotted them perched on top of the nightstand, he stretched one arm over to grab it and place it on his face. Blinking again he suddenly became very aware of a very warm, very human body lying beside him and currently wrapped in his arms.
The night of impulsive decisions sped into his brain like a car crash. Holy shit. He fucked Draco Malfoy. He, Harry James Potter, fucked, Draco Lucius Malfoy, while speaking parseltongue.
Jesus Christ fucking Merlin upsidedown ho w on earth did he succeed in that?
Draco stirred in his arms and groaned softly, Harry turned his wide eyes to look at the blond.
And really is that ever a good idea.
Life was fine before Harry knew how Draco looked the morning after he got shagged.
“Mmh… Harry?” Voldemort could burst through the door and AK him right now and he’d honestly be fine with that because his life has just reached its peak.
“Marry me.”
“What?”
“Marry me.”
“Harry it’s 7:00 in the morning, at least wait until 10:00.”