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Light Drarry Angst
Harry couldn’t stop thinking about those gray eyes and platinum hair. The very sight of green and black robes made him quiver. The thought of how Draco would taste and how his breath would feel on his neck. Draco…. No Malfoy, he was Malfoy now. Harry couldn't like Malfoy anymore, the selfish prat that now was carrying around the very symbol that the light is fighting against . Just looking at him now with his smirks and scowls that could rival Snape's. He is the face of a true pureblood heir.
If only those feelings could arise when he sees Malfoy laughing instead the whole world stops. It was impossible not to admire the prat with the way he tilts his head back and roars with such a heavenly sound or in potions when he hides his smile behind his hand, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Merlin how he wished that everyone could just disappear and all that is left in the world is him and Malfoy laughing together like first years. But that could never be with his scar burning and the Dark Mark that he knows is under Malfoy’s sleeve.
His head hurts at the slight chance that one day Malfoy and him would someday duel on a battlefield, trying to kill one another. What would happen if one of them would succeed? All the possibilities that could end up with him and Malfoy faking their deaths and leave the wizarding world behind to fix their own mess while they just run away to some remote island where no one there knew the name Harry Potter. His scar and Draco’s Dark Mark long gone, and they are holding on to each other, never letting go. Just pure bliss as they lay in bed forgetting about the war, Voldemort, and all the responsibilities that fell on them.
“Harry hello. HARRY!”, screamed Ron, “blimey mate what the bloody hell is up with you”.
“Nothing” replies Harry “nothing is wrong, just tired is all”.
Ron turned to Hermione unconvinced and whispered something that made her frown, suddenly platinum hair entered his view with two goons on both sides.
The figure says his name with less venom than before, but Ron doesn’t seem to notice, “oh piss off Malfoy can’t you see that Harry has other things to do instead of dealing with your spoiled arse.”
He finds himself pleading with Ron “mate let it go let’s just leave.”
"No Harry for six years this prat has been walking around like he can do whatever the bloody hell he wants.”
Malfoy finally butts in “Nice guard dog Potter.”
That’s when he snapped “shut the hell up Malfoy why don’t you and your goons go fuck yourselves.”
A flash of hurt was appears in Malfoy’s eyes and all Harry could think about was those late nights in the room of requirement looking in each other's eyes promising to love each until the end of time. But now he hears Ron’s barks of laughter as Malfoy’s face fell from his usual pureblood smirk to a face mixed with shock and sadness. With that Malfoy huffed out a few curses and walked away with his goons in hand.
The rest of the day was a blur until he was on his way to potions, and he saw Malfoy walking up to him face full of fury.
“You satisfied Potter, you left me and now you talk to me like we never.”
“Never what Malfoy. We did nothing together. I loved Draco not this Death Eater in front of me, I loved the Draco that would never take that damned mark or…or make me feel like shit.”
Tears rolled down his cheeks as his voice grew bolder, “I loved my Draco not this shell of him. Do you know how badly I just want to take you and leave this bloody place ? I want nothing to do with this war and yet here I am. Screaming and crying in the middle of this bloody hallway when I just want to rip that mark off your arm and kiss the hell out of you, but I can’t.”
Malfoy paled in front of him, reached out to his hands and put them on the forearm where the Dark Mark was.
“I did this for you, having this mark makes the Dark Lord trust me and I can protect you by telling what he could be planning. I know that you might not understand it now but this mark protects us.”
Harry’s voice thundered out of him after hearing the last sentence,” How in the fuck could that protect us. What if you are forced to kill somebody or betray me, what exactly would you do?”
“I would kill Voldemort himself or die trying, but now me having this mark makes me trustworthy in his eyes and that gets the target off my back for some time .”
Malfoy continued speaking while looking into his eyes and spoke slowly. “I would take this mark a thousand more times if it meant protecting you and I hope that.”
Harry cut him off with a kiss, rough and full of want. He could feel Draco, his Draco, relax into him then return the kiss with even more roughness than Harry could ever imagine and just like that he got his wish. The world disappeared around them all that was left was him and Draco even with his scar and that damned Dark Mark, he could feel himself let go of more tears that he wasn’t aware he was holding back.
They separated both of them panting and all that filled the halls of the dungeon was the sound of their breath until his love spoke.
“You really should stop interrupting me, Potter.”
“I just kissed the hell out of you. I think you could go back to calling me Harry.”
Draco snorted out, “whatever you say Potter.” And with that he leaned in for another kiss just for Harry to meet him halfway. Both lost in each other now forgetting all about what would happen next, but they knew now they had each other.