pato-roldnart: drarrily-we-row-along: pato-roldnart: Imagine Harry dropping by at Draco’s house late

pato-roldnart: drarrily-we-row-along: pato-roldnart: Imagine Harry dropping by at Draco’s house late at night and catching a glimpse of him in his sleep wear.uff boy what a crush  Ahh! It’s so perfect. I couldn’t help myself.It had been a half-arsed plan at best but it was the only shot that Harry had at solving the case tonight and frankly he just wanted the whole thing over.Besides, he’d been here before and they were friends. Sort of.He was sure Malfoy wouldn’t mind.Harry knocked on the red door to Draco Malfoy’s flat and waited. After a beat a burst of magic opened the door and Harry stepped through, “Malfoy, sorry to pop up unexpectedly,” he said as he stepped inside and then he froze as his entire body was consumed by flames.Because there Malfoy sat clad in dark green satin pajamas and Harry was lost. His top was split open, revealing far too much (and far too little) of his creamy pale skin. Seeing him like this, with all of his guards down, made Harry ache with longing; the desire to crawl over to him and cover him in kisses, taste every inch of exposed skin, was hot and bright on the back of his tongue.“Potter,” Malfoy said, snapping his fingers but making no move to adjust his shirt or look up from his book. “Why are you here?”“Err,” he said. “What?”At that Malfoy looked up, an amused smirk at the corner of his mouth, and Godric but Harry wanted to kiss him. “You came to my flat at 9:30 at night, I assume you came for a reason.”“Right!” Harry said, fumbling in his pocket for the vial, “Right! Yes,” he said, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole. “I wondered if you,” he said as he finally yanked the vial free of the folds of his jacket, “Can you tell me what this is?”Malfoy raised an eyebrow, “Doesn’t the Ministry have people for this sort of thing?” he asked even as he closed his book and held out a hand.“They’re all idiots,” Harry said as he placed the vial in his hand.Malfoy smirked, “Can’t argue with you there,” he replied before looking at the potion. His brow furrowed, “At first glance it looks like a beautification potion.”Harry sighed, “That’s what they said, too.”“But,” Malfoy said, stepping past Harry and down the hall, “There’s something else.”Harry’s heart beat a little faster, anticipation surging through his veins.Opening the first door on the right, Malfoy stepped over to his work space, pushing aside parchments and books he had set out. “Look,” he said, as he slid a pair of glasses onto his face.And fuck but that shouldn’t be as hot as it was. Harry stepped closer to look at the phial under the light with Malfoy.“Do you see how there’s something shimmery threaded through?” he asked. “It’s not quite fully incorporated?”Harry nodded.“I have a feeling that I know what that is,” Malfoy said. “May I use a small sample?”“Yeah,” Harry said, nodding, “Yeah of course.”He reached across the table and opened a drawer, pulling out a basil leaf that looked like it was all but dead. Then he opened the phial and dripped a tiny amount on the leaf. Harry watched as the spot on the leaf was revived and turned back to it’s healthy original state.Malfoy inhaled sharply through his nose. “What?” Harry asked, “what is it?”“Can you smell that?” Malfoy asked. He looked over at Harry, “It’s unicorn’s blood.”“What?”Malfoy nodded and handed him the phial back, “I’m sure it’s working very well in the beautification potion in terms of restoring beauty,” he said. “But there must be an awful lot of bad luck going around.”Harry nodded, “All sorts of accidents and unfortunate events, the potion was the only common thread. Why isn’t it effecting them more?” he asked. “Firenze told me that to drink a unicorn’s blood was to live a cursed life, if I recall correctly.”“But they’re not consuming it,” he said. “They’re just applying it to their skin so the effects are more mild.”“Brilliant,” Harry breathed and he couldn’t help but admire the way a light flush colored Malfoy’s fair skin. “You are brilliant.”The column of Malfoy’s neck turned pink as well, trailing down as far as his still exposed collarbones. He looked away, tucking his hair behind his ear.“Circe, you’re beautiful,” Harry blurted.Malfoy’s eyes snapped to his.“Err,” Harry said, scratching the back of his head, “Sorry.”The corner of Malfoy’s mouth tilted up before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth.Harry stayed frozen, afraid if he so much as blinked he would wake up and find this had all been a dream.“You should go catch your criminal,” Malfoy said.He blinked then, remembering why he’d come here in the first place, “Or maybe it could wait?”The other man laughed, “It seemed very urgent when you came banging on my door fifteen minutes ago.”“But I think I’ve found something even more important,” Harry said as he reached up and trailed his fingers down the side of Malfoy’s neck.“Hmm,” he replied, eyes drifting shut at Harry’s light touch, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Potter.”Harry cupped Malfoy’s cheek, “Can I kiss you?”“I thought you’d never ask,” Malfoy replied.And as Harry leaned in to kiss him he was sure that there was nothing more important than this. OMG OMG !!!!!!!! AAAHHHHH I can’t stop crying, this is so beautiful!!!! You capture the scene just right, I love it SO MUCH Thank you thank you I wish I could hug you (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ -- source link

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