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Rich kids w chronic attitude problems

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I Need The Sound Of Crowds, Or I Can't Fall Asleep At Night

Drarry | E | 109k | ch 7/7

🍏⚡️🪩post war night club AU 🪩⚡️🍏

Chapter 7: Bad Miracle

Draco’s eyes fluttered open, coaxed from sleep by the kiss of sunlight on his skin and the faint sound of birdsong, muffled by the snow that piled on the windowsill overnight. His vision swam into focus, his mind clinging stubbornly to the remnants of a rare, dreamless rest.

And there, mere inches from his nose, was Harry Potter.

Draco froze, his breath catching as he stared at the sleeping face before him. Harry’s dark lashes rested against dark skin, his messy hair haloed by the soft morning light. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Unguarded, and so much younger than he seemed when he was awake and marching around the place.

Draco should get up. This moment, this fleeting, golden stillness, was his chance to slip away unnoticed. Retreat before Harry woke up and complicated things even further. But his body betrayed him, rooted in place by the steady warmth radiating from the man beside him.

And really, what was the point? Harry would wake eventually and cause a scene. He always did, stubborn and relentless. And when he did, he’d demand answers. Answers Draco wasn’t sure he could give. He’d want to understand, to fix, to make sense of something that Draco had spent the last two years perfecting: the art of ruining himself quietly, methodically, so the damage stayed neatly contained.

But then there was Harry, who’d never let him leave quietly. Who always got too involved, no matter how much Draco pushed him away.

Draco sighed, resigning himself to dealing with the fallout later. The winter chill seeped through the walls, making the body heat beside him impossible to resist. Carefully, he shuffled closer to Harry, only to wince as a dull soreness shot through his body. Heat rose to his cheeks as yesterday’s events replayed in his mind. He shouldn’t be worried about what Harry would think when he woke, he should be worried about what Harry had done to him.

Or, more accurately, what Harry was still doing to him. Because here he was, lying in bed with the Boy Who Lived, and the thought of leaving made something in his chest ache.

If he was honest with himself… and Merlin, he hated being honest with himself …he wanted to be selfish. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. He didn’t want anyone else.

And that terrified him.

The realization crept in slowly, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. It hit him with the force of a Bludger to the chest. He wasn’t just drawn to Harry; he wasn’t just infatuated. This was something deeper, something vast and terrifying, something familiar and yet chillingly new.

He squeezed his eyes shut against the truth, hoping to block it out, but it was too late. He was in too deep.

He was—

Absolutely fucked.

Warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his limbs like fire. Sleep was no longer an option. He stared at Harry’s peaceful face, at the faint curve of his lips and the stray lock of hair falling across his forehead, and it hit him all over again.

He was utterly, completely fucked.

Harry began to fidget a bit, and Draco held his breath, unsure if everything hitting him at once was a good time for Harry to wake up and make conversation. But he didn't, he rolled onto his side slowly, a dream heavy arm settled over Draco and pulled him in closer. Draco's whole body ached at the movement, and Harry just held him close in his sleep.

And that feeling was back again, like his heart was expanding in his chest. Pressing into his lungs and making it hard to breathe. Threatening to burst inside him. He swallowed a few times, unsure what to do with this overwhelming pressure. It was odd, unrelenting, and hot inside him.

He exhaled slowly, but it stayed the same.

Completely fucked.

He tried to focus then on what's in front of him if his insides were going to continue on their treacherous path this morning.

He focused on Harry's chest, which slightly swelled out with muscles from all his Auror training. The tiny folds of his stomach from how he curled up. He was so different from the scrawny teen that Draco pictured to the name Harry potter. Bigger and stronger and softer all at once. And Draco couldn't help his instinct to reach out and touch. He let his finger slide up Harry's warm side, carefully dust over his brown nipple before tracing his collarbone.

Harry didn't rouse and Draco couldn't help himself so he continued his upward path, pressing the pad of his finger gently against each bruise he managed to suck onto his neck, up to his ear and then every so gently over those deep set eyelids. Slightly purple from his lack of sleep. Carefully he moved to the bridge of his nose pressing against the bone before tracing it up from his face.

He was ready to feel those soft lips under his hand fingertips again when the weight on his waist suddenly lifted. Draco froze as those green eyes blinked at him and his arm was quickly trapped in Harry's strong grasp.

He didn't speak, just blinked at him, squinting slightly. Carefully he lowered Draco’s pointing finger to his lips and placed a kiss against it. Sliding his thumb into the remainder of his clenched fist, Harry carefully straightened each remaining finger, pressing one kiss to each of them, before pressing a kiss center of Draco's hand. Reverent.

“Good morning Draco.” he whispered, tightening his hold before licking a wide stripe over Draco's palm. Draco felt his blood boil, his skin felt too tight, unable to contain him. He snatched his hand back.

“Oy what was that!” Draco hated how high pitched his voice sounded.

“Seems like you had your fun while i slept so i wanted to have some too.”

He opened his hand where it was still raised in front of him and seemed to focus on it for a second, before a pair of black specs were traveling through the air and landing squarely in his palm. Wandless magic again, wordless wandless magic. Draco felt his temperature rise even more at such a casual display of power. Oblivious infuriating Harry simply fixed his specs onto his face and dropped his head back to the pillow. Looking happy and sleepy and smug.

Draco turned his face into the pillow and groaned. The saliva on his hand tingled as it dried, and his own breath hot against his face. There is no rational explanation for any of this. His heart pounds.

The only familiar thing he has left is the all encompassing overwhelm which is frying every nerve and filling every cell in his body. They way everything feels like too much at once. And yet even that seems to have changed. Because it's different this time, it's not everything pushing down on him it's something inside him clawing its way out and Draco needs to know what it is. Because it's painful, it's addicting, it's the same thing he's always felt while still being entirely new. And the only thing Draco is 100% confident about is that this overwhelm is Harry's fault.

Momentarily he wonders if he could simply press his face more firmly into the pillows and asphyxiate. It would put an end to this confusion, he'd have a good memory to go away on. Yes, manual strangulation seemed like the only rational choice.

But before he can get started on his totally acceptable plan Harry's hands are running through his hair, clearly trying to coax him away from a pillowy death. Draco doesn't move, and Harry doesn't stop.

They stayed this way for long enough that Draco began to drift off again, nearly asleep when a gurgling roused him again. Harry groaned his free hand grabbing his stomach and the pressure in Draco's chest grew.

“I think it's time for breakfast.” Harry whined

Draco simply refused to move, protesting over the domesticity of it all. But Harry was the same as ever, bound to get his way he began to physically roll Draco over. Pushing him with an ease that was sending too much pleasure through Draco for how early in the morning it was.

“You go, I'm staying in bed.” Draco huffed

“Not a chance.”

“Well I need a shower.”

Harry chuckled “we both need a shower, let's do it after breakfast.”

Draco shook his head, knowing that the dried spend between his legs would be far too humiliating to parade around Harry's house.

“Fine” Harry waved his hand in an odd way, and not a second later Draco felt it. Hot glittering magic rushed through his blood. It was all over him, inside him, an overwhelming slightly uncontrolled magic pouring from Harry and pressing into his flesh with a familiar scourgify. Draco hated how his cock twitched in interest at this show of magical dominance. Lucky and mortified that he had managed to sleep with likely the most powerful wizard in the century and would never be able to experience this level of magical prowess from anyone else ever again. And to his even greater luck and mortification that magical power was evidently something his dick was quite interested in.

“Why didn't you do that last night?” Draco grumbled, mentally squashing his own desire.

“Well,” Harry leaned in closer, “I quite like the feeling of you on my skin,” he squeezed at Draco's waist “and you look quite nice with me all over you.”

Draco bloomed red, felt it burning the tips of his ears to the bottoms of his toes. Felt his traitorous body react with enthusiasm to Harry's words. And so Draco shoved him with all his might

“Go get your bloody breakfast!” he nearly shouted and Harry laughed something warm and heavy.

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My favorite boys <3

I haven't drawn on them for a long time and now there will be a stream of pictures ahah

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And Jiang Cheng is his defense attorney

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an incomplete mdzs/the untamed character guide

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じわじわ増やしてる〜

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hq life draw from zeet studio sketch... all the poses were so good i wanted to draw them properly

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2025.05.07

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. I Need The Sound Of Crowds, Or I Can't Fall Asleep At Night by @nixcloud [E, 109k]

Draco is barely managing his post-war PTSD, just trying to keep his head down and survive. But when Harry Potter drags him to a Muggle nightclub, where they can drink away their names and dance away their thoughts, Draco starts to break apart when he realizes it’s not just the escape he’s craving.

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