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Harry didn’t exactly know why he had decided to take up driving, especially after being more than well acquainted with the convenience of magical travel. But after the whirlwind that was the Wizarding World that dominated the majority of his life for the past decade, he wanted a sense of normalcy from everything magical, so he stood his ground, and requested that he start living in Muggle England.

It wasn’t like he was completely cut off from the Wizarding World, in fact, Harry has been working up the ranks as an auror. By all means, he was still the savior of the Wizarding World or whatever moniker they had imposed on him nowadays, only now, just exclusively during work hours. Furthermore, he appreciated the clear division between his work life and his personal life. It allowed him to box things together which lessened the probabilities of being overwhelmed. There was a gratifying nature of leaving the heavy burden of being the hero once he had stepped foot in his Muggle home as he was just Harry Potter, a regular bloke and not a beloved hero.

In turn, he had to become acclimated into living with Muggles again as he relearned how he used to live without magic. Although surprisingly tedious, he had enjoyed every step of the way, as he finally learned how to use a smartphone and learned how to drive after buying a modest second-hand car as a bargain.

To his absolute surprise, most of his friends decided to try living with Muggles as well, but most shocking was his former rival, Draco Malfoy. The blonde had been living in a surprisingly modest Muggle townhouse, which was somewhere near Harry’s own address. Apparently, it’s one of the few properties the Malfoys were allowed to keep, and what business did the Malfoys have in owning Muggle property, Harry wasn’t exactly sure.

See, Harry has always had a complicated relationship with Draco. From the moment he saw those silver eyes and platinum blonde locks when he was just a small boy, he always knew in the back of his head that Draco Malfoy would be somebody impactful in his life akin to somebody who he was destined to meet.

However, as years have gone by and he has formally met the Malfoy heir, he couldn’t help but think of the blonde as a massive posh prat. The pureblood heir always wore a sneer on his face akin to a favorite pair of pants. To say the least, Draco was an acquired taste, and off-putting would be a generous way to describe the Malfoy heir.

Draco seemed to equally despise Harry if not even more as he always took the chance to put down on him at every possible moment. In retrospect, Harry could clearly discern that it was some indirect way of Draco forcing Harry’s attention on him, but in the moment, it truly felt like the Slytherin boy loathed his entire being. Furthermore, he wasn’t going to entirely wash the blood of his hands as their squabbles were nowhere near one-sided as he even began to secretly develop a taste for tormenting a peculiar blonde.

However, it all changed when the war started. It had seemingly brought out the worst of everyone as things quickly changed for the worst. Despite all the turmoil that plagued the Wizarding World, Harry couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in Draco. Gone were the rosy lips that let out a barrage of arrogant barbs and bright eyes that formed haughty sneers replaced by sunken eyes that perpetually sported a look of suspicion and a frail and shivering demeanor.

His heart ached thinking about what happened in that sixth floor boys’ bathroom all those years ago, Draco’s almost lifeless body bleeding out on the floor because of his carelessness and paranoia. If it weren’t for Snape, he could have truly killed Draco, and that mere thought still horrifies Harry to this day. Inappropriately, this was also the instance where it dawned on Harry that what he had felt of Draco was more complex than simple loathing as instead of relief or joy, all Harry felt was regret, horror and dread upon the prospect of actually killing Draco.

In the last battle, Draco had a change of heart and decided to help them out. Secretly, Harry attributed much of his victory due to Draco’s assistance. In the back of his mind, he always knew that Draco couldn’t be entirely evil, and this just confirmed it for Harry. Sure, Draco was capable of terrorizing others, but he seemed to be uncomfortable with actual cruelty, preferring mischief rather than brutality.

After the final battle, Harry did everything in his power to try to clear Draco’s name when he was in trial, which was met with vast criticism from the rest of the Wizarding World and his peers. In truth, he saw a kindred spirit inside Draco as sometimes it felt like they were just mere pawns in this never-ending war.

At first, his reaching out to Draco was met with justified suspicion from the blonde, but after proving his sincerity in getting to know the blonde, Draco managed to warm up to him to an extent. Justifiably, Draco was apprehensive about living in the Muggle World, so Harry offered to be his impromptu guide as they lived nearby each other. When Draco accepted his offer, even Harry couldn’t conceal his own disbelief. However, this began the start of their new connection.

To both of their pleasant surprise, they even manage to form a hesitant friendship that seemed to develop naturally. Their personalities seemed to complement one another as Harry saw again first-hand how Draco’s usual snark and sass was entirely harmless. Blissfully, Harry was confident enough to say that there was no more lingering animosity between them, but rather just playful banter. They had even reached the point where they could easily joke about the past without any discomfort between them. Sometimes, it even felt like they were meant to be friends for all these years. 

In truth, Harry had also long accepted that he had felt some form of attraction towards the blonde, even during the time where their relationship was at its worst. There was just something so magnetic and captivating about the blonde that Harry couldn’t resist for years, even when they both had truly despised each other. He can even now admit that he may have had a peculiar fixation on the blonde boy years ago as if his best friends didn’t remind him constantly enough.

Harry liked to think that this peculiar feeling of fascination was mutual as Draco was nothing but a willing participant in this decade-long game of provocation between them. Regardless, despite his affection, it’s not like anything will come out of it, so right now he’s content with keeping his feelings to himself. If a certain blonde pureblood heir was also in close proximity, well, who was he to complain?

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“You can’t be serious, Potter.” Draco’s silver eyes widened upon seeing Harry’s vehicle. It was a decently sized Muggle automobile, covered in a warm maroon paint. It looked like it could accommodate around four passengers, not counting the driver. Despite the scratches and the dents, Draco could tell that Harry put in a lot of care into this vehicle. Some might even describe it as quaint, but Draco couldn’t help but be cautious about entering the vehicle.

Harry gave him a hearty chuckle. “It’s not like we can just hop on a floo network here, Draco.”

“Don’t be facetious, Potter.” Draco shot Harry an irritated glare. A more than common look that the blonde had always directed towards Harry, but now he can’t help but find it quite adorable. “Granger more than informed me about these Muggle death machines.”

Harry raised his hands in surrender as he tried his best to conceal his amusement. He offered the blonde his hand and a comforting smile. “I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

Draco took his hand as Harry guided him near the vehicle, Draco was wary akin to approaching a dangerous magical creature in slumber.

However, Harry immediately noticed how he reached for the door handle in the backseat. He managed to clutch Draco’s small wrist in the nick of time, startling the blonde. Harry tried to flash Draco a convincing comforting smile. “Keep me company in the front seat?”

Draco stared at him with wary eyes. “Statistically speaking, it’s far safer in the backseat.”

“Well, statistically speaking, it’s a 100% guarantee that I’ll feel lonesome by myself in the front.” Harry insisted as he opened the passenger seat just for him. The man, ever so shameless, even dared to pout at Draco as he pleaded. “Please?”

Draco let out a heavy sigh, but didn’t put up much of a fight. He entered the door and sat on the surprisingly comfortable yet worn leather seat. “Fine.”

Harry couldn’t help the excited jog and the bright grin on his face as he made his way into the driver’s seat. “Ready for a ride?”

“This isn’t the time for fun and games, Potter!” Draco snapped back, his nerves getting the better of him.

Suddenly, Harry’s face was all that Draco could see as the emerald-eyed boy leaned over into Draco’s space, their lips just inches away from each other’s. 

“What’s gotten into you, Harry?!” Draco asked, his voice a pitch higher than usual.

There was a loud click as Harry strapped him into his seat. “Relax, Draco. I’m just trying to put the seatbelt on for you.” Harry chuckled as he finally pulled back as Draco’s spine tingled at the proximity of the rich deepness of Harry’s voice. “I’m glad to know that you at least know how to say my name.”

When Harry began to accelerate the car, Draco couldn’t help but yelp and wrap himself around Harry’s arm. Catching Harry by surprise, he immediately hit the breaks as he looked at Draco with a wide-eyed expression. “Err, Draco?”

Draco finally realized his tight grasp around Harry, hastily pulled away as his cheeks burned in embarrassment. “I’m sorry that I don’t have a death wish, Ha- Potter.”

Harry let out an amused chuckle at Draco’s unusual jumpy reaction, which only infuriated the blonde even further. “I will not be ridiculed for being concerned for my safety,” said Draco with a pout.

“Come here.” Harry offered his hand, to which Draco only looked in suspicion. After a beat of silence, Draco put his hand on top of Harry’s, to which the savior replied with a gentle squeeze. “I promise I’ll go slow, and we’ll be safe, Draco.”

Harry began to accelerate the car again, which caused Draco to flinch, but the comforting warmth and movement of Harry’s hand against him was enough of a distraction to keep his mind off the road. Never in his life would Draco ever expect to be in such close contact with the prat that he swore he despised, but in truth, he also can’t say he minded the way Potter held him so gently.

Before Draco knew it, they had reached their destination, as the car came to an eventual halt, and Harry’s emerald eyes were once again turned towards Draco. “And just like that, you had just survived your first car ride.” He smiled at Draco fondly as he announced. “Welcome to Muggle Living, Draco.”

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“You know I’ve expected you to have a bigger car like all those Muggles on the telly.” Draco casually told him one day as sat beside Harry. “Although, I have to say I have grown fond of your baby.”

“Baby?” There was a teasing glint in Harry’s eyes. “Where did that come from?”

“That’s what those blokes on the telly call their automobiles so I just assumed that it’s some Muggle colloquialism,” informed Draco with a slight furrow on his brow.

“I guess technically this is my baby,” proclaimed Harry as those emerald eyes never left Draco, his gaze lingered far too long. He then let out an amused laugh. “You’ve been well acquainted with the telly then?”

“I suppose Muggle technology does have its purposes.” Draco admitted with a bashful expression. “Anyway, I’m quite sure you have more than enough galleons to afford a flashier automobile.”

“Well, size isn’t always everything, Draco.” Harry gave him a cheeky wink as he gestured to the backseat. “I prefer performance over anything. Besides, there’s more than enough room in the back.”

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“Must you really listen to that horrid Muggle music at such a high volume?” Draco chided with a scoff. Despite this, he made no movement to change the channel of the radio, instead opting on scowling towards the speakers of the car.

Currently, there was a pop song on the radio as a Muggle artist unabashedly sang about having intercourse with her lover likening it to a sports car. This was far from Harry’s usual music tastes, but he admitted that it did get stuck in his head. Besides, listening to the radio, allowed Draco to experience another aspect of Muggle culture, no matter how vapid and nonsensical.

“I might be focused on the road, but don’t think I don’t catch glimpses of you nodding along to the music, Draco.” Harry teased back with a wide grin, his emerald eyes never leaving the road.

“I suggest you get your eyesight checked out again, Potter, or at the very least upgrade those spectacles of yours.” Draco scoffed out as his cheeks reddened in mortification at being caught.

Harry could only respond with a hearty laugh. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

It was amazing how drastic Draco had changed from a petrified kneazle to a whiney yet surprisingly calm brat within the span of a few short car rides. The only habit that didn’t change was the fact that their hands seemed to find each other naturally throughout the car ride. Not that either of them voiced any complaints about this peculiar little habit of theirs. Would driving me easier for Harry if he didn’t have one hand perpetually intertwined with Draco’s? Yes, but he’s going to keep that information to the grave.

Truth be told, Harry had been vastly enjoying their little impromptu trips. Being able to spend time with Draco was a delight for his pining heart, and the more that he got to know the blonde, the more smitten he had gotten. Draco also seemed to open up more to Harry whenever he would be in the passenger seat of his car. 

In his defense, the blonde never said no whenever Harry would invite him for a ride. In fact, Draco seemed to be pretty amenable about living with Muggles and Muggle culture in general which was a stark difference from the pureblood supremacy that was ingrained in him.

It seemed that every time they went for a ride, they managed to become even closer as if Draco lowered his guard around him. There was an intimate nature to their drives as if they were the only two people in the world. Harry also perceived Draco’s company to be a testament to his growing trust in him, so he made himself constantly available for Draco.

Consequently, Harry cherished each and every piece of information he's given as he intently listened to every account, rant, gossip and confession that came out of Draco’s mouth.

He found out that what Draco truly loved the most about Malfoy Manor were his father’s Albino peacocks that roamed the gardens, despite being petrified of them when he was younger.

He thought about how Draco had sorely missed his mother and even worries about her from time to time after her divorce from his father even if she’s apparently in good spirits traveling the globe. He even promised to be her guide when she visits Muggle England, despite his still limited knowledge on Muggle culture. Consequently, Harry offered to drive them around if they were willing.

Draco spoke about his new budding yet hesitant relationship with Ron after the sudden marriage of their fathers. How obvious it was that his father’s pure distaste for Weasleys was a clear overcompensation for his true feelings in retrospect. Even if their relationship was far more complicated than what it was, he still wished happiness for both of their fathers.

Draco even told him a humorous story about an old ex-boyfriend from Durmstrang offering to take his hand in marriage during the time when he was on trial after the war as a means to save him. It was clearly meant to be a funny recount of a silly memory, but all Harry could focus on was the direct confirmation that Draco liked boys. However, that was quickly overtaken by the realization that Malfoy had managed to get a Durmstrang boyfriend back in Hogwarts, when Harry was busy dealing with the Triwizard Cup.

One day, Draco admitted that one of the reasons why he started living with the Muggles was for his own safety as the public opinion of the Wizarding World was still against him. His parents were worried that a vigilant citizen might take matters in his own hands. Harry silently swore to be more attentive whenever he’s with Draco upon hearing this information.

Furthermore, Draco softly confessed that taking the dark mark was the biggest mistake of his life, and had contemplated on actually cutting off his arm, just to have it removed. However, he stated that recently, he had started to see it as a constant reminder of what he vowed never to be again.

The blonde also easily forgave him for the Sectumsempra incident in the boys’ bathroom that occurred years ago in a casual manner, which led to some sleepless nights for Harry as the guilt-ridden thoughts still lingered. He felt conflicted on how easily forgave him, on one hand, he was ecstatic that Draco genuinely didn’t hold it against him, but on the other hand, he was horrified that Draco could easily let go of an act of harm against him. Nonetheless, Harry had long promised to himself that he would never hurt Draco ever again.

Currently, Draco was telling him some news about Pansy Parkinson, his fellow Slytherin who he had been rather close with in Hogwarts. Apparently, she had been dating this Hufflepuff boy in secret for years, only going public with their relationship after the war had ended. Despite being together for a little over a decade, he had only decided to ask for her hand in marriage recently, which led to some rumors circulating within the Slytherin alumni circles.

“Listen, I’m ecstatic that she found the love of her life, and that they’re finally getting married.” Draco commented after he had retold Harry what he just heard, unaware of those emerald eyes staring right at his animated figure. “But I’d simply die if the love of my life made me wait that long for us to be together.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Harry spoke under his breath.

“Hm, did you say something, Harry?” Draco briefly stopped talking to ask.

Harry flashed him a cheeky smile. “Oh, nothing. Please continue.”

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There was even an instance where Harry and Draco found themselves driving late at night, so there weren’t any other cars on the road. A comfortable silence fell between the two boys as they cruised in the dead of night. It was the type of peacefulness that Harry never expected to experience in his turbulent life, and a part of his mind wanted to attribute it to the body in his passenger seat. Suddenly, Draco had suddenly rolled down his side window and put his head out the window.

“Draco!” Harry couldn’t control the volume of his voice after being surprised by the blonde’s unexpected and reckless action.

“Don’t be dense, Potter!” Draco shouted back but his voice was muffled by the wind. He ordered with a grin. “Speed up!”

After a quick scan of his surroundings, ensuring that there were actually no other cars nearby, Harry couldn’t help but to indulge the blonde’s request. He sped up the acceleration, to which the blonde responded by sticking his head out further out the window.

His platinum blonde strands danced in the wind as Draco had an unabashed exhilaration on his face. Recklessness was a good look on Draco. Admittedly, Harry had never found Draco more attractive than this very moment. Sure, despite his impaired vision, he was well aware that Draco was more often than not considered to be gorgeous. Especially if you take into consideration his acquired taste of a personality, his physical looks had always softened the blow for years.

After a minute or two, Draco finally sat properly in his seat again as he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“So much for safety and caution in this supposed Muggle death machine, right Draco?.” Harry snickered to himself as he finally slowed down the car, closing Draco’s window for him.

“It felt like I was playing Quidditch again.” Draco softly admitted with a completely satisfied smile.

“You miss the Wizarding World?” Harry asked earnestly.

“I do, but I found that I don’t mind living here as much,” confessed Draco with a fond smile.

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“Ron, you mind sitting in the back?” Harry said instead of a greeting as Ron had tried to open the passenger seat of his car. “We’re about to pick up Draco.”

“What the hell?” Ron whined as he suspiciously looked at Harry. “Why can’t the ferret sit at the back?”

“C’mon, we’re about to be late!” Harry warned.

“This is ridiculous!” Ron argued with his voice raised. “I thought I was your best mate! You were in the passenger seat when we took our first ride in my dad’s car.”

“You’ll be able to sit with Hermione in the back.” Harry tried as a last resort to convince his best friend, by bringing up his girlfriend. “You’ll have all the privacy you need back there.”

After a beat of silence, Ron finally obeyed but not before shooting Harry a bitter look. “Fine, but I won’t forget this, Potter.”

“You’ll survive,” responded Harry as he drove towards Draco’s home, going faster than usual. Once they had arrived in the street of a charming townhouse, they spotted a familiar blonde figure standing outside. Draco was dressed in casual Muggle attire, a small white t-shirt and some ripped blue jeans, which was a stark difference to the posh blonde who always seemed to be dressed in robes.

“Merlin, is that Malfoy?!” Ron asked in disbelief at the sight of the blonde. “The Slytherin Pureblood Princess, Draco Malfoy?”

“Draco, sit here in the front!” Harry rolled down the window and called him over with a jovial grin as he motioned to the seat beside him. “I kept it warm for you.”

“Oh, I see what’s going on.” Ron scoffed out loud as he rolled his eyes at his best friend’s ridiculousness. He never expected his best mate to sideline him to chase some tail, but then again, Harry has been single for so long. And something told him that Malfoy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. However, he won’t make it so easy for his best mate as Ron started to plot what he could do to mischievously mess with them.

“Harry, you seriously need to be more careful with-” Draco began in a noticeably playful aggravated tone, but stopped mid sentence as he noticed the other presence in the car. His voice returned to that normal snooty tone. “Oh, Ronald, I didn’t see you there.”

“Hello, Princess.” Ron snarked in a petty manner. “You have my absolute sincerest thanks for gracing us with your presence.”

“Did you seriously convince Ronald to start calling me that too, Harry?” deadpanned Draco as he shot them both a quick glare with no real heat. “Being referred to as royalty is no insult to me, but both of you brutes might not be able to comprehend that.”

“Oh, we’re Harry and Ronald now, huh?” Ron let out a mocking chortle. “Whatever happened to Potty and Weasel?”

“Knock it off, Ron,” warned Harry as he looked at his best friend. Draco just eyed him wearily as he turned all his attention back to Harry who explained his best mate’s behavior. “Don’t mind him, he’s just in a mood.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that pet name, Mate.” Ron commented with a quick sly grin directed at Harry. Those blue eyes began to trail the blonde’s figure. “Anyway, you look different, Ferret.”

“Well, I thought I might as well blend in since I’m living here.” Draco explained as he looked at Ron through the rear-view mirror. “Harry helped me pick out some appropriate clothes.”

“Oh I’m sure.” Ron commented as he couldn’t help but notice the blonde’s tight arse in those jeans. He then shifted his amused gaze back at his best mate before he sing-songed. “That’s our Harry, the Muggle expert despite living underneath the stairs all his life before joining us in the Wizarding World.”

“Hey!” Harry raised his eyebrow at him as a warning, perhaps he underestimated his best mate’s petty streak. “Stop your preening or I’ll tell your girlfriend you’re thinking about following in your father’s footsteps.”

“Merlin, I forgot that we’re technically step-brothers now.” Draco groaned out as he shifted his gaze at his window, preferring to focus on the moving scenery.

“Don’t talk to your older brother that way, Draco.” Harry jested with a laugh, his eyes briefly pulling away from the road to look at the blonde.

“Hm, Malfoy, have you familiarized yourself with Muggle customs?” Ron asked in a saccharine sing-song voice with a wide grin on his mouth.

“I’m afraid not, but Harry’s been teaching me a couple of things.” Draco earnestly answered.

A giant shit eating grin formed on Ron’s face. “Really? Then I’m sure you must know what a passenger prin-”

“And we’re here!” Harry loudly announced, interrupting Ron’s sentence. Somehow, they were already outside of Hermione’s family home. “I think I see Hermione. Ron, you sure you want to look like that?”

“What’s wrong with what I look?” Ron frantically asked as his eyes widened.

The two boys in the front only shared an amused grin as they remained silent, leaving the ginger boy to spiral. Suddenly, the backseat door swung open revealing Hermione’s figure.

“Oh, this is an unexpected development.” Hermione commented, surprise evident in her face. “But a pleasant surprise, nonetheless. Hullo, Draco.”

“Hello as well.” Draco replied with no hint of malice or mockery. “Granger, you look well.”

“Please call me Hermione. You look great as well.” Hermione matched his sincerity. “Casual clothing actually suits you.”

“Do you mind if we stopped by a drive-thru?” Hermione then asked Harry. “I’m starving and it might be a good learning experience for Ron and Draco.”

“That’s a bloody great idea.” Harry cheered in agreement. “Prepare to get your minds blown by the greatest Muggle invention to ever be created.”

“You say that about everything, Harry.” Draco rolled his eyes at Harry’s excitement.

“And when have I ever disappointed you?” Harry retorted cheekily with a wink.

They stopped by a nearby fast food chain restaurant as they went through the drive-thru, dictating their orders to a box which still confused Draco. He had a basic grasp on Muggle technology, but it feels akin to magic more often than not.

“Are you sure you only want some chips, Draco?” Hermione asked as the blonde only ordered a side of chips.

Draco gave her a small grin. “It’s alright, I’m not that peckish anyway.”

“He can share with me if he’s still hungry.” Harry naturally added, to which Draco only hummed in agreement. “We’ll take a burger meal with a large diet Pepsi, Hermione.”

When they finally had gotten their food, they resumed their journey to the seaside. However, Draco began hand-feeding Harry some chips as the boy drove. Ron and Hermione shared a look of disbelief at this oddly intimate sight. Harry didn’t even have to ask Draco to feed him as the blonde started doing it after taking his own bite. Despite the two other people in the car, the pair seemed to be in their own world in the front seat.

“Surely, you can eat your own meal, mate?” Ron commented with a voice pitched higher than usual as his eyes followed the motion of Draco’s fingers towards Harry’s mouth. Both of their gazes shifted to him through the rearview mirror as Draco briefly halted his movements.

“I’m not sure if you could see but I’m a little preoccupied at the moment, besides Draco doesn’t mind.” Harry raised his shoulders gesturing to the wheel of the car. Draco only hummed in agreement as he offered another chip to Harry’s willing mouth.

“Are you excited to see the seaside, Draco?” Hermione cut in on their conversation.

“Harry told me that it’s quite windy there, so I wanted to dress simple.” Draco replied politely. “Oh, and he warned me about the seagulls.”

“Why because they might think you’re also a bird?” Ron snidely jested which was met with a disapproving glance and a smack from Hermione. “Ow.”

“So… is there anything new with both of you?” Hermione asked as she looked at both of them incredulously. 

“Not much, pretty much business as usual with the aurors.” Harry easily answered, not even sparing her a glance. He takes another greasy chip in his mouth courtesy of Draco’s slender fingers.

“St. Mungo’s keeps me busy but apparently not busy enough for Harry to stop monopolizing my free time.” Draco added after taking his own bite as he offered the fizzy drink to Harry to drink.

“Hey!” called out Harry as he raised an eyebrow at Draco paired with a sly smile. “Last time I checked you came here willingly and in good spirits.”

“Oh, hush now, Harry,” chided Draco with an eyeroll. “It’s uncouth to chew with your mouth open.”

“What about your love lives?” Hermione pressed on, uncaring of the bluntness of her question. “Has anybody caught your eye lately?”

“I’m far too busy to think about that.” Harry answered with a laugh. “Besides, I like how things are right now.” 

“Right…” Hermione trailed off before shifting her focus on the blonde. “What about you, Draco?”

“If I had a lover, trust me, I wouldn’t subject myself to this Muggle death machine.” Draco had scoffed out as he nursed on their drink, the couple in the back silently noted that they were both perfectly fine with sharing the same straw. “Hm, This actually isn’t so bad.”

There was a subtle awkward silence after Draco’s answer as Harry was rendered silent, all amusement gone from his face. This silence lingered for a few minutes while everyone ate their meals, only Draco seemed to be ignorant to the now awkward tension in the vehicle.

“Did you really mean what you said?” Harry softly asked after a bit of hesitation, loud enough for only Draco to hear.

“It was merely a jest, Harry.” Draco was caught off guard by Harry’s sudden solemn demeanor. He then immediately placated him with a comforting smile. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to.”

“And I do want you here.” Harry returned with a wide smile as he squeezed Draco’s palm. “Err, if it wasn’t obvious enough.” They shared a quick laugh, ignorant to the invested conversation happening behind them.

“Do you think they’re aware?” Ron whispered to Hermione his eyes not leaving the two wizards in the front seat.

“Apparently not.” Hermione let out a giggle.

“Why don’t you feed me like that?” Ron asked in a low voice with a pout. “Aren’t we supposed to be the actual couple here? We should be making them uncomfortable, not the other way around.”

Hermione’s eyes crinkled in amusement as she replied. “If you want somebody to feed you, you better owl your mother.”

“Alright, I can take a hint.” Ron’s gaze was now directed at Harry and Draco’s hands being linked together. “Should we help them out?”

Hermione wrapped her hands around Ron’s as she gave him a warm smile. “I think they’ll figure it out soon enough.”

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After a bustling day of sight-seeing around Muggle England and other consequent tourist activities, they both found themselves completely fatigued from the day’s activities. Before they knew it, it had become nightfall as the sky slowly shifted into that familiar ebony abyss. Despite this, Harry and Draco were still on the road, far from their homes.

“You could doze off if you want to, we’re still far away from home.” Harry offered with a comforting smile. “You must be exhausted after today.”

The absence of the specification of which home Harry was pertaining to wasn’t lost on Draco, but he decided to keep this information in the back of his mind. “Leave the hero act behind in the Wizarding World, Harry. I can tell that you’re tired.” He shot Harry an unimpressed look. “We’re both exhausted, I’ll keep watch in case you doze off.”

“You wound me, Princess,” retorted Harry in a playful manner. “Besides, do you even know what to do in the event I actually doze off?”

“Trust me, Harry.” Draco scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “When you’re with me, you’re not getting any sleep.”

The suggestive nature of his statement only dawned on him a minute too late as Harry was already belly-laughing at the implication of Draco’s retort, but not before giving him a wink. “I look forward to it.”

Draco averted his gaze as his cheeks heated up with mortification. “Oh, shut your gob. You need to focus on the road since it’s already dark out.”

Harry couldn’t help but to oblige Draco’s request as his hand naturally found Draco’s as he shifted his focus back on the road. Before he knew it he could start to hear the calming sounds of Draco’s rhythmic breathing as the blonde had finally succumbed to sweet slumber. Harry intentionally began to drive slower to not wake him up, and to prolong their time together to keep on admiring Draco's serene face illuminated only by the pale moonlight and street lamps. 

There was an ethereal nature to Draco that only shined whenever the blonde was in a restrained and tranquil state which were rare and far between the blonde’s typical expressive and dramatic character. It’s jarring to think that this delicate being is the same as the blonde prat that wore his heart on his sleeve that Harry had grown to be fond of. Frankly, Harry wasn’t quite sure which part of Draco he even preferred as he was completely enamored with almost every facet of the Malfoy heir.

He knew he promised to himself that he was alright with keeping his feelings to himself, but seeing Draco so openly vulnerable and trusting towards him made his heart flutter and his affections even stronger. Sure, he was briefly placated by these small moments of intimacy, but to what end? What if Draco falls in love with another person? Could he really let go of Draco, especially when he was never his to begin with?

These thoughts plagued Harry’s mind as he pulled up in the driveway of his own home. He was originally going to drive Draco back to his place, but it had gotten so late that he had made the executive decision just to take him home with him.

“We’re home, Draco.” Harry tried to wake the blonde up with a soft voice as he lightly tapped on the boy’s soft cheek. “Come on, you can finally go to bed, Princess.”

Draco, still drowsy, just grumbled in retaliation while keeping his eyes closed. “Don’t call me princess.”

Harry couldn’t help but grin over the sight as he chuckled to himself. “Wow, somehow you’re lucid enough to reprimand me, but sleepy enough to fall right back to sleep.”

For a moment too long, he just fondly stared at the blonde boy in peaceful slumber before silently chastising himself for being a creep. He quietly muttered to himself. “Get it together, Potter.”

He got out of the car, went over to the other side and opened the passenger door. Ever so gently, he carried Draco in his arms, making sure not to wake the blonde, and easily carried him into his home. “Alright, sweetheart, hang on tight.”

Ironically, Harry had Draco in a princess carry, which he found amusing yet he had a sneaking suspicion that the blonde wouldn’t be as delighted as he was. Almost instinctively, Draco snuggled into his touch as he found solace in the crook of Harry’s neck. This stopped Harry in his tracks as his mind tried to process the sudden intimate gesture from Draco. He had felt his heart beating faster as it just now registered in his mind that he finally had Draco in his arms.

He took Draco into his home and brought him into his bedroom. Harry had decided to give Draco his bed as his mind already started to wander where he had put the spare linens, so he could at least make the couch more comfortable for himself.

“Could you let go for a second, sweetheart?” Harry softly requested as he made an attempt to pull away from the blonde.

“No!” Draco grumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of Harry’s shirt. “I want to go to sleep.”

Harry chuckled which made his chest vibrate. “How can you sleep properly if you don’t let go?”

Draco, who was nearly half his size in both mass and height, managed to pull him down directly on the bed with him. “Shut up and go to sleep, Harry.”

He couldn’t help but indulge the spoiled blonde. He gladly resigned to his fate as he gently maneuvered both of them in a more comfortable position without letting go of the blonde. “Goodnight, Draco.”

If Draco woke up the next morning, in between Harry’s large arms, and his burly torso, he made no complaint about it as Harry offered him breakfast later on. In fact, when Harry awakened that morning, he found the blonde still in slumber cuddling against him as he pulled him even closer.

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Despite all his incessant denial, Draco was privy to the fact that Harry Potter was bloody attractive. He had been subjected to the Wizarding public’s incessant hero worship for the entire duration of both of their stay in Hogwarts, so he begrudgingly knew that it was widely accepted fact.

Sometimes, he can’t fathom the reality that the once shaggy little boy that was once the bane of Draco’s entire existence had turned into a fine young man who had now easily eclipsed Draco’s stature. Admittedly, he did find Harry adorable many moons ago, but he was so caught up in his ego that he couldn’t really separate Harry from his distaste.

Being in constant close proximity to Harry, it was inevitable for Draco to finally notice how bloody attractive Harry had gotten. His previously untamed bird’s nest hair now coiffed effortlessly into a hairstyle that flattered his face. His obnoxiously oversized glasses now sat on his face comfortably as it framed his features perfectly, particularly accentuating his mesmerizing emerald eyes.

Don’t get him started on the major transformation of Harry’s physique as if that scrawny short prat Draco had known for years had never existed as Harry gradually filled his body with layers of bulk and muscle. However, there was a softness in Harry’s physique that Draco appreciated as if his body was built on well-deserved indulgence and strength and not purely vanity. Now, Harry easily towered over Draco’s impressive height as he practically doubled in size overnight.

Growing up with his father who proclaimed that having a clean-shaven look is the most dignified way, a notable wizard should present himself. Draco had never really understood the appeal of facial hair until he saw Harry sporting some hair on his face. Frankly, it made him look somewhat older which an innate part of Draco’s subconscious liked, much to his own dismay.

The worst part of this whole situation was that Harry was genuinely ignorant about his appeal, despite everyone he had encountered singing his highest praises. Draco was still conflicted about his feelings on this. Surely, Harry wasn’t blind to how he looked and consequently his effect on everybody else, but alas, Harry remained steadfast in his humility.

But before he could daydream more about Harry’s transformation, he was met with a massive bicep just inches away from his face, which effectively broke him out of his reverie.

“Sorry about that, I need to park.” Harry apologized with a cheeky grin as he further closed the already small distance between him and Draco. He hung his massive elbow on the crook of Draco’s seat as he turned his upper torso to look at the rear window of the car.

‘Bloody hell, of course this prat also smelled good’ Draco thought to himself as the faint scent of sandalwood registered in his nostrils.

Draco’s silver eyes are irresistibly drawn to the movement of Harry’s impressive physique. The subtle flex of his impressive muscles greatly aroused Draco despite the innocent movement, paired with Harry’s tight shirt that hugged against the bulk of his upper torso. Harry draped his wrist over the steering wheel as he easily maneuvered the automobile into the tight parking slot in reverse. His tight grip on the stick shift highlighted the veins of his larger hands as he slowly drove the car into the tight parking slot. He had handled the death machine with so much precision and gentleness that Draco couldn’t be helped but to be impressed, and the view was an added bonus.

This was an unusually tantalizing sight for the blonde. There was nothing particular sexual or even suggestive about this action, but Draco couldn’t help his blatant ogling as he sneaked glances at Harry’s focused state. A pit of arousal made itself known in Draco’s loins as his mind wondered what else could Harry do with his bulk.

By all means, Draco had long accepted that Harry Potter was fit, and seemed to check all the characteristics of his ideal type perfectly. However, he also knew that anything with Harry is futile, so he’ll sit here and relish the fleeting time they have together.

“I think I’m getting the hang of parallel parking,” cheered Harry but once his emerald eyes laid on Draco, his expression changed into one of pure concern. “You alright, Princess?”

“Don’t call me that, you brute!” Draco slipped into that comfortable scowl in an effort to conceal his fluster as he hastily exited the vehicle.

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“Bloody hell!” Harry swore which caused Draco to flinch, as he slowly drifted the car near the side of the road. Draco knew that road rage existed, but he had never seen Harry lose control while on the road.

“Is everything alright?” Concern was evident in Draco’s tone as he warily scanned Harry’s visage for any indication of panic.

“I just need to check something under the hood, you mind waiting inside?” Harry tried to flash the blonde a comforting smile, hoping to placate Draco’s nerves.

“It’s the middle of summer, Harry. The sun is scorching outside.” Draco playfully reprimanded as he felt the cool air on full blast from the air conditioner. “What if you get a heat stroke, leaving me stranded here in the middle of the road?”

“It’s alright, I don’t think this will take that long. Besides, I got a spare shirt in the back.” Harry responded as he smiled at Draco’s concern before he gave him a good-natured wink. “Glad to know you’re actually looking out for me.”

He then stepped out of the vehicle underneath the rays of the scorching summer heat. Draco has a full view of Harry surveying and tinkering underneath the hood of the car. His figure became sweatier by the second as his tight shirt began to get damp with sweat.

Guilt started to pool around Draco’s stomach as he couldn’t help but compare his comfortable condition with the air conditioner on full blast and his arse planted into comfortable leather seats with Harry sweating like a harlot in church or whatever Muggle sayings Hermione had told him that other day.

While Harry slaved away underneath the hood, Draco couldn’t peel away his silver irises from Harry’s hardworking figure. He found himself staring at Harry’s figure more often than not lately. Ever since that day, where Harry’s transformation made itself evident to Draco, he can’t help himself.

Why Potter refused to use a simple cooling charm, Draco didn’t know exactly why. In fact, the famed wizard seemed to prefer to do everything the Muggle way, not that Draco was complaining. In fact, he found it commendable that Harry was determined to separate magic from his personal life.

But before Draco’s thoughts and conscience could battle it out. He was met with the sight of Harry taking off his tight sweat soaked shirt, as ripples of those hard muscles exposed themselves for the world to see. His broad chest covered with patches of hair, his large arms and his tight abdomen rendered Draco absolutely speechless. He couldn’t help his blatant ogling as his silver irises drank up the sight of Harry’s bulky body.

It was clear that Harry was no longer the boy who lived, but to see him for the man that he had become rendered Draco speechless. Draco’s type always fell between the brutish and bulky if his previous infatuation and secret trysts with Durmstrang boys were any indication. He was so entranced with Harry’s impressive physique, he didn’t even notice the body in front of him disappear and appear beside him.

“Sorry about that, I’ve been meaning to take my baby to the shop. But all our drives have been keeping us busy.” Harry hastily apologized as he got back into the car, still bare and sweaty “I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

Draco was now directly in front of expanses of Harry’s glistening skin, and the impressive chiseling on his hairy torso. In fact, Harry’s body seemed to take up most of Draco’s vision. Apparently, he had been staring for a moment too long as Harry called his attention with a sly smirk. “Draco?”

“You’re a sweaty mess!” Draco tried his best to avert his gaze as he offered him a water bottle. “Here, have some water to cool yourself down.”

“You sure?” Harry offered the bottle right back at him after taking a huge gulp. “Take a sip for me since you’re looking a little red as well.”

Being the good and reformed man that he had become, Draco graciously abided by taking a sip directly from where Harry’s lips had been.

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“Why the long face, Draco?” Harry greeted the blonde as he went to pick him up from the shops. The blonde had on a scowl as he entered Harry’s car, which was a stark difference to his recently common warm grins.

“I’m sorry, but could we go?” Draco requested with a tight voice, to which Harry obliged. The silence lingered in the ride as Draco refused to answer Harry’s question, which only made him more worried.

“I believe I got into an altercation with a Muggle.” Draco quietly admitted.

Harry’s eyes widened as he scanned Draco’s figure for any injuries. “I’m unharmed if that’s what you’re wondering. I didn’t mean to worry, I was just concerned that he might’ve been nearby,” supplied Draco with an exhale of relief.

Harry couldn’t help the tight grip of his fist around the steering wheel. “What happened?”

Draco let out an annoyed scoff. “This Muggle boy kept on asking for my number.”

Harry immediately stepped on the breaks, causing the vehicle to immediately stop. Thankfully, they were in a residential area so there weren’t other vehicles around. “What?!”

“I tried to tell him I didn’t have one of those tellyphones, but he wouldn’t believe me.” Draco continued, slightly suspicious about Harry’s reaction. “He called me a slag for leading him on.”

“Do you remember what he looks like?” All emotions were gone from Harry’s voice as he had begun to silently plot if he should drive back once he took Draco home.

“It’s fine, Harry.” Draco brushed him off. “Trust me, I gave him a piece of my mind.”

“Were you flirting with him?” Harry couldn’t help but to ask, but regretted it instantly the moment those words left his lips. Draco shot him an incredulous look as he raised his eyebrow. “Not that it matters since what he did is never justified.”

“For your information, I wasn’t flirting with him…” Draco deadpanned, but added after a beat of silence in a softer voice. “At least, not intentionally.”

“Draco…” Harry started, he knew the blonde had a habit of subconsciously coming off as suggestive and interested whenever he tries to be friendly as a means to curry favor to build connections with people.

Draco rolled his eyes as he let out. “I just asked him where he got his spectacles from!”

“What the hell do you have to do with glasses, Draco?” Harry was just confused further.

“I thought it looked nice, and I wanted to know where he got it from.” Draco turned his gaze away from Harry as he answered. “I wanted to give it to you as a birthday present since your birthday is coming up.”

Harry felt his heart soar at that very moment. “Oh.”

“That’s right, so you could keep your criticisms to yourself, Perfect Potter.” A teasing grin formed on Draco’s face, ignorant to the explosion of emotion inside Harry’s chest. “No good deed goes unpunished I suppose.”

Harry swerved off the road and parked the car nearby as he carefully chose his words. He looked directly at Draco. “You know you don’t have to go through the effort of getting me a gift.”

“Of course, you’d be the type to say no to a gift.” Draco commented with a playful eyeroll. “Why did you park the car?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Harry let out a fond chuckle before he earnestly requested. “Spend my birthday with me, that could be your gift.”

“We practically spend every day with each other, Harry.” Draco jested as his cheeks heated up. “Aren’t you sick of me yet?”

“Never.” Harry confidently answered, those piercing emerald eyes honed at Draco’s gaze, and Draco couldn’t help but to truly believe his words.

“Tone it down, Savior, or I might start getting the wrong idea.” Draco tried to jest his way out of it again, but this time Harry won’t beat around the bush anymore. Harry immediately retorted. “What makes you say that you have the wrong idea?”

“Harry.” Draco warned as he slipped back into that familiar skittishness that he was so well acquainted with.

“I’m serious, Draco. I think we’ve been skirting it for months, and it’s done us no favors.” Harry pressed on, determination unwavering. “I thought I could endure it, but I can’t hold it in any longer.”

“Harry, this isn’t funny.” Draco hastily replied in a panicked voice as his silver eyes scanned Harry’s face for any malice or deception. “Don’t you have any sympathy?”

Harry knew this was the opportune moment, so he steeled all his Gryffindor courage and said those words he had longed to say. “I love you, Draco.”

“Please don’t.” Draco quietly pleaded as a last resort, holding back his tears.

“I love you in all your flawed glory.” Harry made sure to stare deeply into Draco’s eyes, hoping to convey the earnestness and sincerity of his words. “I love you despite our past, and nothing will change that. Not that mark, not your faults and certainly not your misplaced guilt. I love every aspect of you, when the ones that get on my nerves. In retrospect, I think I liked you for years, that's why I always couldn’t help but to zero in on you back in Hogwarts.”

“You’re bloody brilliant, flaws and all.” Harry took a deep breath as he started to lose himself to those silver pools. “I love you, Draco Malfoy.”

Draco’s silence was deafening as he just stared at Harry. Harry tried to blabber to conceal his mortification of pouring his heart out. “I know it seems a little too sudden since we’ve only gotten to properly know each other for a short while. But we’ve known each other for most of our lives, and even if it wasn’t in the best circumstances, I felt like I’ve known you for so long that I can discern my feelings properly.”

“I love you too, Harry.” Draco solemnly admitted as his silver eyes grew wet with tears. “However… I don’t deserve your love.”

“But you have it,” responded Harry instinctually as he wiped away the tears of the boy that he loved. “You have all of me, Draco.”

“I wish I was the way you say that I am, but we both know that I’m not the one that you need, Harry.” Draco’s voice wobbled as he endured speaking. “To love me is to suffer me.” 

“Don’t you think I’ve endured enough suffering at your hands for more than a decade to build a healthy resistance to it?” Harry shook his head as he jested, hoping to break the blonde out of his sorrow.

“Harry, I’m not joking around.” Draco tried to avert his gaze away from him once again, putting back his guards up.

“I’m not either.” Harry gently cupped Draco’s face back towards his direction. “If you really believe what you say. Who else is equipped to deal with you? Who else but me? Abandon your caution, Draco.”

Their faces were now just mere inches away from each other as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Harry was ready to answer any of Draco’s lingering apprehensions, as he had justified his love for the blonde more times in his head than he could possibly count. He was confident he could easily placate any of the blonde’s worries and apprehensions. However, what he didn’t anticipate was Draco capturing his lips in a desperate kiss, one that he enthusiastically returned with the same vigour.

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“I can’t believe I’m actually kissing you right now.” Harry couldn’t help but to admit with the dorkiest smile on his face. “I feel like it was only yesterday that you absolutely hated my entire existence.”

Draco only smugly smiled at him, looking directly into those emerald irises. He then playfully jested with a wink. “When did I ever give you an indication that I like you now?”

Both of their lips met again in a desperate kiss, more passionate yet sloppier than the one earlier, an inevitable consequence of both of their extremely amused grins. Draco felt his discipline slipping as he allowed himself to be loved by Harry wholeheartedly and it was as if the heavy metaphorical chains fell down from his body. It’s only been a couple of days since their spontaneous confession, and they have yet to get their hands off each other when together.

Harry easily pulled Draco’s body closer to him, planting the blonde’s lithe body on his lap. It was so easy for them to get caught up in the heat of the moment as they chased each other’s pleasures. Harry’s fingers curled on Draco’s surprisingly soft hip as he held the boy in place as the blonde squirmed in pleasure. Draco’s slender hands explored expanses of Harry’s clothed torso, fingers itching to remove the soft fabric. Harry allowed himself to indulge the blonde as he helped himself to the wet pleasure of Draco’s mouth. His mind raced with dirty thoughts about what those soft lips could do. 

Despite being in an official relationship, they have yet to actually have sex. Normally, this would’ve been fine for Harry, but there was something about Draco that made him feel like an insatiable beast that needed to claim and breed the blonde, not that he’ll ever admit this to anybody. Blissfully, the blonde had been more than willing with foreplay, so Harry was able to satisfy his lust to an extent. However, he found himself wanting more as he couldn’t help but to be more selfish when it came to the blonde. Thankfully, it seemed that Draco had just wanted him just as bad if not even more.

Before he knew it, he desperately inched closer to the blonde, desperate to be at one with him. Instead of a delicious moan coming from his beloved’s lips, he was met with the booming horn of his car as he accidentally pressed Draco’s back into the wheel. This caused both of them to flinch as their hearts stopped for a second. They both stared at each other with wide eyes from their shock at the loud sound. Harry silently thanked the universe that he decided to park at an empty parking lot at the dead of night, so nobody was around to be alarmed.

Taking this a sign to take a break, they briefly pulled away to catch their breaths. Draco managed to comment with an earnest tone as he made himself comfortable on Harry’s lap. “I do hope you know that I genuinely never hated you, Harry.”

“Don’t worry, I had long suspected those haughty glares at me held a different sort of intensity. Besides, even if you did, you sure have a weird way of showing your anger.” Harry couldn’t help but to wrap his large hands around Draco’s clothed arse as he gave it a quick squeeze.

“You’re lucky that when we drive in your car, I’m your baby, Potter,” chided Draco in a playful tone as he traced his finger across his chest. Harry reclined his seat all the way back, giving them more ample space to move. He couldn’t forget the taste of Draco’s lips earlier. He had desperately wanted another taste and perhaps something more delectable. “Let me spoil my baby then.”

Draco was on his lap as he hunched closer to Harry as he captured Harry’s lips again in a desperate kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, which Harry inherently appreciated as he always found Draco’s combative nature endearing. While in a desperate liplock, both of their clothes somehow ended up on the floor as both of their hands curiously explored each other’s bodies, making sure to focus on areas that exposed their arousals.

Harry was met with a pleasant surprise after he spared a quick glance towards Draco’s loins; he never anticipated the blonde to have a cunt, but it was a welcome surprise nonetheless. At least he had more experience with that particular genitalia, so he was more confident on what to do. In fact, Harry was more focused on the fact that Draco was already soaking wet from kissing, yet he would be a hypocrite since he felt his erection weep from the moment he finally kissed the blonde.

Harry briefly pulled away from Draco’s sweet mouth as he indulged himself to the suppleness of Draco’s chest. The saltiness of Draco’s skin as Harry wrapped his mouth directly on top of the mound of chest on the blonde’s chest lingered in his tongue. This rewarded him with a wanton moan from Draco as he made sure to tease the other mound with his fingers.

He could feel Draco’s hand pumping his length as a response, the tight grip of hand and rhythm was almost enough for Harry to achieve his own climax. Not wanting to orgasm embarrassingly early, Harry pulled away from Draco as he easily flipped them over as he positioned Draco’s legs on top of his arms, his face directly on Draco's cunt. He bumped his head on the ceiling of the car in the process. He had hoped that going down on the blonde would give him ample time to dampen his own arousal. Besides, he had long yearned to be in this position. 

Draco awarded him with a sweet moan as Harry slowly inserted his finger down to his knuckles and his eager tongue into those velvety wet folds. He ensured not to neglect Draco's enlarged clit, making use of his mouth which caused a sinful reaction from the blonde. This only encouraged Harry further as he allowed himself to explore Draco’s weakness.

Harry wasn’t a virgin, but he had never had a partner react so beautifully to his capabilities. In fact, he could count all his past lovers in one hand, and none of them had felt even remotely close to what he has with Draco. Truth be told, Harry’s slight inexperience with sex didn’t hinder his enthusiasm in any capacity, especially when the object of his affection was such a willing subject. He ate Draco out akin to a starving man presented with a feast. He had secretly long desired to devour all of Draco and this was the closest act to having the blonde at his complete mercy. After a few moments of calibrating on what configuration of his thick fingers and his tongue gave the blonde the most pleasure, Draco achieved his climax on Harry’s foreplay alone, signified by a wanton moan and a tight grip on Harry’s hair. By the beautiful symphony of erotic noises and grunts of pleasure that came out of Draco’s mouth, he would say that he had accomplished his mission. 

“Please, Harry.” Draco pleaded as he tugged again on Harry’s aching cock. However, all Harry could truly focus on was Draco’s ravenous gaze. “I need you inside me.”

It was cramped and uncomfortable, especially since they both were clearly too tall for such a small vehicle. They could barely stretch out their limbs without getting into contact with a window or the sensation of sticky leather dampened by their sweat. However, they wouldn’t have it any other way as they were overcome by their own lust.

Harry positioned himself slightly underneath Draco’s supple body as he carried the blonde boy’s comfortable weight in his arms as he positioned his length directly on the blonde’s soaked entrance. He slowly inserted his cock inside that warm tight heat as he relished every intense sensation he had felt on his member.

Before he knew it, Draco’s pussy stretched beautifully around Harry’s girth, taking the entirety of his member with ease. Those tight walls felt gratifying around his cock as he’s completely buried to the hilt. A wave of palpable satisfaction ran over Harry’s entire body as he realized that his entire cock fit inside Draco’s tight cunt perfectly as if the blonde’s body was specifically made entirely for him.

“I can feel all of you inside me, Harry.” Draco cooed out in an almost tranced state as he groped the subtle bulge in his loins. Harry took a deep breath, not wanting to ejaculate too early, as he tried to find a steady rhythm that satisfied both of their preferences. Admittedly, he was running on instincts at this point as he was starting to get overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure inside Draco’s body.

“Draco, please.” His own voice was rough and dripping with desire as he begged the blonde boy to help him achieve his release. He intensified his thrusts inside the blonde’s entrance as Draco maneuvered his own body to match his vigor. 

It was almost akin to a violent battle as they both heartily fucked into each other while accounting for the cramped space of the car, which swayed in sync with their vigorous movements. Harry fucked Draco against the window, pressing up his lithe pale body against the cold surface, losing his own composure in Draco’s warm tight heat. Draco then rode his cock with such enthusiasm, he wondered briefly wondered where Draco had learned to ride like this. In the dead of night, their naked bodies and their passion were concealed only by the tint and fog on the windows of the vehicle.

Harry can’t stop staring at the beautiful blonde underneath him as he held his legs wide open, fucking into Draco’s tight entrance. It was a mesmerizing sight as the blonde lost all composure upon the pleasure Harry was giving him. He wanted Draco and the feeling was mutual. He had spent most of his life abiding by what others had expected from him. This time, he wanted to be absolutely selfish. He had chased the pleasure of his orgasm while making sure that Draco was being satisfied as well. By the well-fucked expression on Draco’s face, Harry could easily deduce that he had shared the same sentiments.

With no great fanfare, the two managed to instinctively climax at the same time while sharing a deep kiss. As a courtesy, Harry ejaculated outside of Draco’s pussy, and he swore he discerned a pang of disappointment from the blonde. They were already tempting fate by having sex without any necessary protection, but admittedly, Harry couldn’t really say he truly minded.

Harry wasn’t quite sure what this entailed for both of them, but he’s hopeful that this could be the start of something wonderful.

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“You know I think I’m starting to miss when you were all skittish inside the car.” Harry tried to jest, trying his best to maintain his focus on the dark empty road as a frail hand started to caress his thighs. He felt his member immediately twitch in interest.

“Hm?” Draco just casually hummed before his hand slithered on top of Harry’s crotch, groping the impressive package beneath the fabric. “No, you don’t.”

Harry hissed in pleasure at the sudden delightful sensation on his cock. He pathetically repeated through gritted teeth. “No, I don’t.”

“Just keep your eyes on the road, Harry.” Draco easily ordered with a seductive voice. He then inched closer as he lowered his upper body to level with Harry’s loins. “Keep us safe, Mr. Savior.”

“Draco, you know I love you. I truly do, but this is a bit too reckless for my tastes.” Harry started blabbering out of nerves, but he was rendered speechless at the delicious sensation of soft skin against his prick. He spared a quick glance on his lap where Draco had easily pulled out his prick out of his trousers. “Why don’t I park the car somewhere quiet and out of-”

Harry was slightly embarrassed about how aroused he was over some simple heavy petting, but he couldn’t help it when the blonde of his dreams was the one giving him pleasure.

“I said eyes on the road, Potter!” Draco barked out which made his own prick twitch in interest. Harry could feel his heart beat out of his chest as he shifted his focus back on the road, thankfully it had been late at night so there weren’t many cars on the road. “You practically go half-blind when you’re looking at me,” added Draco, clearly too amused by his reaction.

But before Harry could get his bearings, a wet sensation made itself known on the tip of his cock, which made his vision go briefly fuzzy. He could help but to let out a loud groan as he bit his lip. “Fuck, Draco.”

This only managed to incentivize Draco further as he only giggled in amusement before he wrapped his soft lips around Harry’s prick once again. The blonde made sure to wet his entire length to minimize the friction. Draco managed to easily swallow all of his length down to the hilt, which was an impressive feat in itself.

The blonde had admitted once to him that he found the length of Harry’s prick to be very favorable. “No wonder they call you the Chosen One.” Draco shamelessly commented as he appraised Harry’s length.

“Why would you say that?” Harry groaned out as his cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“Stop pretending you don’t secretly like it.” Draco chided with a tut. A slender finger teased the top of his wet tip. “Look, you’re even harder than before.”

Despite all the hardships and battles Harry had to face in his few years in this world, this might’ve been the hardest. Harry couldn’t help but get lost in the tight wet heat of Draco’s mouth. The blonde bobbed up and down his length, savoring each inch with a pleased moan. His willowy fingers routinely massaging his balls, with the tips of his fingers gently touching his taint, which only intensified the pleasure he was experiencing.

By all means, it had felt like Draco was sucking out all of his sustenance from his prick, and Harry was nothing but a willing victim.

Before he knew it, he was pushing Draco’s head down further, his fingers gripping on those soft platinum blonde strands as he fucked into the wetness – ignorant to the carelessness to Draco’s being. The wet sounds echoed in the silent vehicle as Harry selfishly chased his own pleasure, using Draco’s mouth as a glorified hole for him to fuck. It was impossible to maintain his composure as he effectively lost himself to the pleasure.

Before he knew it, he was nearing completion and Draco’s apparent expertise on sucking cock wasn’t helping the situation. Without warning, he locked Draco’s head on his cock with his hands as he deposited all his load inside Draco’s willing mouth. “Fuck!” Harry swore at the intense pleasure as he couldn’t help shutting his eyes as a result.

“Harry!” Draco screamed with a voice too hoarse which immediately broke him out of his euphoria, only to be met with an incoming truck heading straight into them. Luckily, Harry managed to veer the car in the nick of time which almost caused them to swerve off the road altogether, which immediately brought them back to reality. Harry temporarily parked the car on the side of the highway.

They sat in silence as their heavy breathing filled the car, their hearts racing uncontrollably and staring at each other’s well-fucked faces. Draco’s tear-stricken eyes were red and wet, voice hoarse, and his lips were plump and sore from choking on his member Harry’s face was flushed deep red as he was out of breath from his explosive orgasm.

“We’re never doing that again, Draco.” Harry warned with some finality after catching his breath. He looked at his softening wet prick that was still out of his trousers.

“Say that again, but this time without your prick twitching in interest.” Draco jested with a low tone, his voice hoarse from exertion. He looked down and confirmed that he started to get aroused again.

Harry sighed at his desire, easily being exposed. “At least, not on the road.”

“Really?” A smug grin formed on Draco’s visage akin to a cat looking at a canary, as he casually commented. “Now I am here looking forward to getting familiarized with your fingers while you drive.”

After a beat of silence, it dawned on Harry what Draco had meant. “Now, hold on just a minute.”