#asexual drago malfoy

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drarry #11 (if you make it sad i will cut u)💚💖

oh but making it sad would be so fuuuun ;) But just for you, I'll do a sweet one

11: things you said when you were drunk

"You're drunk, Potter." Draco glared at the messy haired, bright eyed teen in front of him. Potter was ridiculous, stumbling through the school halls drunk off his ass in the middle of the night. "That I am," Potter replied cheerily, his dark cheeks dimpling as he grinned widely. Draco did his best not to focus on them, or the way Potter effortlessly leaned against the wall's corner and made it somehow look good. Despite the mess he presented himself as currently, outfit a mess, tie loose and shirt partly unbuttoned, cloak over his elbow instead of being worn. "I was looking for you though," Potter continued, words only a little slurred. "Me?" Draco furrowed his brows, crossing his arms defensively. "Why would you be looking for me while you're drunk off your arse? Where's that little Weaslette of yours." Potter snorted, undignified and obnoxious, shaking his head. "She's with Luna n' Neville," he replied, "I had somethin' to tell you though." Curiosity and caution warred in Draco for a moment before curiosity won out, "what? Another insult that you just couldn't wait to throw at me?" He didn't mean to let his voice sound bitter, he didn't mean to say that at all, but it slipped out. So used to exchanging barbs back and forth with Potter ever since they met at a young age. Draco's mum and Potter's godfather decided to patch things up and so Draco had to grow up pretending to be polite with Potter while they quarreled away from prying eyes. The retort must've surprised Potter, given his momentary silence and the deep frown that graced his lips. "No..." Potter trailed off for a second before shaking his head again, a little harder than before, only to waver on his feet even with the wall's support. Draco forced himself not to leap out to steady him. "No, I wanted to tell you-" Potter was cut off by a sudden hiccup, which made him huff, "I wanted to tell you, that your eyes..." He lifted a hand to point at Draco, almost accusingly given the intensity of his gaze, "your eyes are like a storm, I could get lost in 'em." Draco blinked a couple times, confusion blanking out his mind for a moment. Potter didn't give him time to process and reply however, letting himself step- or really stumble- back from the wall and vanish behind it. It took Draco a second to get his feet to move, darting froward to look down the hall Potter had disappeared in, but saw nothing. When Potter acted no different the next day, Draco brushed it off as an extremely weird dream. --- "Ten years and you still don't know how to hold your liqour." Draco rolled his eyes as he pulled Harry up from the couch. Their house warming party had just ended, the floo still warm from friends leaving. Draco had been careful not to drink to much, both because he had work in the morning and he knew he'd be the one cleaning up. Harry on the other hand, had gotten sloshed. Harry whined as Draco pulled him away from the comfy cushioned, but didn't otherwise protest. Had he really wanted, he could've dragged Draco down with him instead. Five years as a professor and still Harry had the arms of a quidditch player. "Come on, let's get you to bed," Draco chuckled, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and leading him slowly up the stairs of their small, but cozy new house. They'd been together ten years now, since Harry had kissed him at graduation, and this was the second home they were living in together. First Draco had moved into Grimmauld with Harry barely three years after they got together, and now they had a little house in Hogsmeade. "I love you," Harry mumbled, head dropped lazily against Draco's shoulder. "I love you, too," Draco responded automatically as he pushed open their bedroom door. "But you really need to stop drinking so much, so often." "I like it though," Harry replied, pouting. He allowed Draco to help strip him down to just his boxers, and then openly ogled Draco as he did the same. "And you like the things I say while drunk." Draco laughed loudly, smiling fondly at Harry as he gently pushed his boyfriend down onto the bed. "The

things you say while drunk are salacious and hardly for good company," Draco replied, not bothering to admit that Harry already knew. Though Draco was often repulsed by sex more than he was interested in it, the numerous comments and jokes Harry came up with, attempting to flirt while drunk, were highly amusing. "But you like it," Harry replied bluntly, blinking slowly as he worked his way under the blankets with sluggish movements. Draco crawled in once Harry has moved aside. "No comment," Draco evaded, waving a hand at the light to cast them into darkness. Harry reached over to pull Draco close as soon as the lights were out, tightening his hold around Draco's torso like an octopus. Draco rolled his eyes, used to Harry's clingyness while drunk, and snuggled in against him, resting his head on Harry's broad shoulder. "Hey Draco? I have somethin' to tell you." Harry said after a few moments of silence, both of them beginning to drift off already. Draco hummed to show he was listening. "Your eyes," Harry's voice was beginning to fade as he pressed his cheek against Draco's hair, "are like a.. a storm, that I could get lost in." Harry was asleep before Draco could question him on it, having continued to think for years that it had been an odd dream. Not once had Harry ever brought it up, or even said anything similar to it for twelve years now. Draco wondered if Harry would remember it in the morning, but maybe he'd leave it alone and save it for quiet nights and look forward to the next time Harry might mention it. With a small sigh, Draco threw a leg over Harry's, careful not to wake him, and allowed himself to finally fall asleep.

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