“He’s gone,” he muttered, glancing over his shoulder.
“I thought you had a problem with disappointing people,” Draco said quietly, feeling more confused than ever.
“He was being a dick,” Potter said with a frown.
“Was grabbing me really necessary, though?” Draco grumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“He didn’t even acknowledge you!” Potter said, heatedly. “It’s obvious you’re my date, but he was ignorant on purpose. He talked about you as if you weren’t standing right next to me.”
Draco blinked. Was this what it felt like to be on the receiving end of Potter’s chivalry? Even though Draco wanted to point out he was more than capable of fighting his own battles, he had to admit, it didn’t feel too bad to have Potter defend him like that. Not bad at all.
“You’ve got to stop doing that,” Potter murmured. His voice sounded raspier than before.
“What?” Draco knitted his brows together in confusion. What was he doing?
“Biting your lip like that.”
Draco couldn’t suppress the shiver that seized him at hearing the longing in Potter’s voice. This time, he was absolutely sure he wasn’t imagining things. Potter wanted him. Merlin, if only he knew how much Draco wanted him!
“You want to get out of here?” Potter whispered.
“But the ceremony hasn’t even started yet.”
Potter stepped closer, until their bodies were almost touching. Draco felt his breath on his face and shivered in spite of himself. It took everything in him to hold still when Potter slowly trailed his fingers across Draco’s cheek and then —Draco gulped —down his neck.
“But…won’t Chang be mad if you—”
“You really want to talk about Cho right now?”
He really, really didn’t.
“Okay, let’s go,” Draco croaked.
“Yours or mine?”
It was hard, trying to form coherent sentences. Yours or mine? Merlin, his knees were getting weak. This was it, wasn’t it? He’d finally have Potter to himself. Desire flared up inside him, mingling with an undeniable rush of nervousness. Potter was experienced, at least far more experienced than Draco. Maybe it would at least help to be in the familiarity of his own home?
“Mine,” he finally said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Potter nodded and Draco felt his fingers on his arms. Bracing himself for the uncomfortable suction of Apparition, he squared his shoulders and balled his hands into fists. He startled when warm fingers suddenly closed around his right fist. Instinctively, his muscles loosened. Potter lost no time intertwining their fingers.
“Before we go…”
Draco let himself be lead into the house, into the hallway, where Potter stopped and pulled him close.
“This is your chance to get out of this,” he murmured, his eyes searching Draco’s.
“What?” Draco breathed. He was too dizzy for a clever response.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Potter whispered, his gaze flicking down to Draco’s mouth. Merlin, why would he want him to stop? “Draco, do you want me to—”
“Don’t stop,” Draco croaked, feeling like he was melting in Potter’s arms. How long had he wanted this? How often had he dreamed about this? How long had he yearned for Potter, wanting him so badly it had driven him insane?
Every fiber of him seemed to be prickling, his heart jigging around in his chest in anticipation. Would reality be able to keep up with his dreams? Would Potter be really as good as Draco had imagined? Would he be gentle? Rough? Would he—Sweet Mother of everything that is holy!
If Potter hadn’t held him securely in his arms, Draco was sure he would have floated away. The press of Potter’s lips against his, the soft scrape of his beard against Draco’s skin, his intoxicating smell, the way his hands were digging into Draco’s back, trying to pull him closer still…Dreams really couldn’t keep up with reality.
He blinked when Potter slowly pulled back, his breathing ragged and uneven. His eyes were soft and unguarded and Draco’s heart skipped a beat when the dark skin around them crinkled and Potter gave him a shy smile.
Seized by something that was coiling in the pit of his belly, Draco threw his arms around Potter’s neck. He felt Potter’s lips part against his as he let out a little gasp. Next thing he knew, he was the one gasping as Potter started sucking on his bottom lip. Sweet, sweet Salazar! Draco made a gurgling sound at the back of his throat when Potter released his lip, only to caress Draco’s tongue with his own. He curled his fingers around the back of Potter’s neck, feeling certain he would fall over if he didn’t clutch at him as tightly as he could. Potter groaned in what seemed to be approval before Draco suddenly felt the violent jerk of being Apparated without warning.
It was mere seconds before they had solid ground under their feet again and Draco felt something hard against his back. A wall? Oh, no, it was a door. Before he got the chance to snap at Potter for not giving him any warning, he was pinned against said door, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh, Merlin,” he gasped, as Potter sucked his earlobe into his mouth. That man had some serious skills with his tongue.
“Fuck, you smell bloody fantastic,” Potter growled, pressing his body even more firmly against Draco’s. The door handle was digging uncomfortably into his side, but Draco couldn’t be bothered with that. He let his head fall back against the door as Potter kissed his neck, eliciting all kinds of obscene sounds from him.
“Where are we exactly?” Potter murmured against Draco’s skin.
Draco cracked open one eye, internally smirking when he realised where Potter had Apparated them to. The prat had never even been to this part of the Manor, but of course he had almost perfect aim.
“Outside my bedroom,” Draco whispered.
Potter pulled back, an odd expression on his face.
“What?” Draco asked, taken aback. Potter seemed to consider something, but didn’t answer before lowering his head to kiss Draco’s neck again. “Oh!”
“You let me Apparate inside the Manor?” Potter muttered.
“Yes?” Draco said, distracted by Potter licking his collarbone.
Potter hummed in response and pushed Draco’s shirt out of the way to suck on the spot where his neck connected with his shoulder.
“Fuck, Potter!”
Draco felt him smile against his skin, sending a tingle down his spine.
“I like the sound of that,” Potter said, his voice low.
Draco inhaled sharply and instantly grabbed Potter’s face with both of his hands, pulling it back to eye level. He stroked his beard with his thumb, remembering how unnerved he had been when he had first seen it, how much he had wanted to touch it…It was overwhelming, finally being able to, being allowed to touch it…
Slowly, he pulled Potter to him, his heart giving a violent jolt when their lips brushed against each other. Potter made a noise that went straight to Draco’s groin. His hands flew up to tangle in Draco’s hair and his leg was suddenly wedged between Draco’s thighs, rubbing deliciously against his cock.
“Merlin, I want you so bad,” Potter mumbled between kisses. Draco could only groan in agreement.
Intent on not breaking the kiss, he clumsily fumbled for the door handle. He almost fell backwards when the door suddenly opened, pulling Potter along with him. They both blinked, the sudden brightness of the chandelier in Draco’s room piercing their eyes.
Draco swallowed hard when he noticed the way Potter was looking at him.
“Merlin, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, brushing a few strands of hair out of Draco’s face.
