The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.Summary:
Harry's romantic urges don't quite work out.Author’s Notes:
Written for dracoharry100
's challenge fire
Harry smiled, and cuddled Draco closer. Having fed his posh boyfriend cordon bleu, Harry’d wracked up enough brownie points for Draco to consent to this: contented snuggling on the hearthrug, in front of a blazing fire.
A coal spat, and Harry felt Draco flinch under his arm. He looked down to see Draco almost quivering with tension, eyes fixed on the flames.
“Harry, maybe we should put the fire out. What if the rug catches on fire?”
Harry paused. “Sweetheart…” Draco looked up in surprise; Harry only used endearments when he was feeling protective. “Are you afraid of fire?”
“What?” Draco jerked away. “Typical, I don’t like stupid danger so I’m a coward – ”
“I didn’t say that.” Harry’s soft voice sounded odd after Draco’s spikiness. “Tell me.”
Draco shifted, looking down. Harry wanted to touch him, but contented himself with sitting close. “I’ve always had nightmares about being burnt by Muggles. Father told me about it.” At this, Harry gave in, curling a protective hand over Draco’s nape. “And after…” he swallowed, “what happened to Vince…”
Harry’s heart twanged. He pulled out his wand and doused the flames. Draco curled into him, seeking Harry’s warmth instead of the fire’s.
Harry led him upstairs, and Draco followed willingly; his grey eyes were storm-dark with memories, and Harry’s hand in his hair was a benediction.
They collapsed into bed together, and warm hands insinuated themselves under Draco’s robes, hot against his skin. Then he was bare, and Harry was crawling up his body, dropping kisses on his chest. Heat curled in Draco’s stomach; he reached for Harry, pulled him into the kiss.
He arched up as Harry warmed him from within.
They pressed close in the aftermath, sweat-sticky and panting into each other’s mouths. The darkness was safe, quiet and warm.