#i had so many great outfits and no access to full length mirrors

[poetzproblem]

Poetz, I'm going to adjust your game a bit that'll probably make you embarrassed and uncomfortable. I'm doing most memorable sex scene. And you have many great ones to choose from but I'm going with 'I Can Put on a Show'. You have the high school animosity paired with the maturity for them to act on it. Even though you do it from Quinn's POV, I've always imagined all the emotions Rachel is processing. Love the idea of her getting the epiphany, "Damn, she was so hot in that uniform."

It only makes me a little embarrassed since I never think my sex scenes are all that good. But that one was definitely fun to explore exactly because I got to revisit some of their high school dynamics in a happier, safer environment for them. I think it was probably very cathartic for both of them to let that play out the way they did.

And yeah, Rachel definitely had that epiphany.

Also, just for you, have a moment from Rachel's pov:

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The moment Quinn disappears into the Berry’s spare room, Rachel rushes into her own bedroom, anticipation bubbling low in her belly as she throws open the door to her closet and hastily shuffles through the perfectly preserved remnants of her questionable teenage fashion choices. She’d seen the way her girlfriend’s eyes had glazed over when she’d spotted Rachel’s old skirts yesterday. That along with the knowledge that Quinn had been secretly fighting an attraction to her back then had inspired so many possibilities on ways to revisit those memories in healthier ways. 

There’s no question in Rachel’s mind of which skirt she intends to don for this little activity of theirs. She quickly grabs the yellow and black plaid that had been one of her favorites back in freshman year—the same one Quinn’s attention had lingered on yesterday—and a matching soft yellow sweater that thankfully hadn’t been thrown out. There’s a brief moment of regret that it doesn’t have a bumblebee sewn into the front, just to give Quinn the full Rachel Berry Experience, but this will just have to suffice. 

Tossing the clothes onto her bed, she rummages through her dresser drawers in search of any appropriate accessories to the ensemble. She squeals in triumph when she not only finds a yellow headband but a pair of yellow and black argyle socks.  “Perfect,” she mutters to herself, throwing them onto her mattress next to her outfit before eagerly stripping out of her current clothes. She pauses for a moment at her underwear, considering, before she decides to strip them off as well. She has a feeling Quinn will appreciate the easy access and she knows she certainly will. A heavy spike of arousal zings through her, and that’s without even thinking of Quinn in her uniform. 

She’s not completely disconnected from the less fond memories of that uniform. She has a complicated relationship with the red, white and black of their alma mater for numerous reasons, not all of them related specifically to Quinn. But when Quinn had mentioned that her mother still had her old uniform—well, the rush of heat that had overtaken her at the image of Quinn in that skirt had not been the least bit unpleasant. 

Rachel tosses her discarded clothes onto the closet floor, unconcerned with neatness for the moment, and grabs a pair of Mary Janes before she closes the door again. She reaches for her skirt first, tugging it up over her hips, relieved when the zipper closes without incident. (Her workout regime really has paid off in the best of ways.) She pulls the sweater over her head, and although it seems a little more snug around her breasts than she recalls, it still fits comfortably enough. The socks and shoes come next, and after quickly brushing her hair, she slips the headband into place, eyeing her reflection in the full length mirror. 

Okay, the Catholic school girl thing that Santana occasionally teases her about is not entirely undeserved. “Were these skirts always this short?” she wonders out loud, unsuccessfully attempting to tug the material down another inch. While she suspects her breasts have actually gotten fuller since she was fifteen, she knows she hasn’t gotten any taller. Laughing, Rachel shakes her head. “No wonder Quinn was so enamored with this look.” It makes her legs and ass look fantastic. All in all, Rachel is very pleased with the effect.  

The sharp knock at her door tells Rachel that the object of her musings has arrived, and her heart begins to race with excitement. She can’t wait for Quinn to see her. She can’t wait to see Quinn.  A second impatient knock sounds at the door. 

"Open up, Berry. What did I say about keeping me waiting?"

Rachel rolls her eyes at her girlfriend’s impatience, but she can’t deny that the commanding note in her voice is doing things for her. Just the thought of Quinn barking out orders in that uniform—

She shivers visibly before she draws in a calming breath and wills herself to get into character. Setting her face into a serious expression, she opens the door. "Really, Quinn? It would behoove you to practice your patience as well as your scales."

The words are out before Rachel has a chance to fully take in the vision before her, but when she does, her mouth goes instantly dry while parts further south do the exact opposite. She’d somehow forgotten just how that uniform had looked on Quinn up close and in person. The sleeveless top shows off her wide shoulders and strong arms. One hand is propped on her hip in a familiar pose, and the position stretches the fabric tight across her breasts. Was the top always that tight? Quinn’s enticing curves are obvious even under the WHMS insignia, and Rachel can immediately tell that her girlfriend isn’t wearing a bra. Her fingers itch to go exploring despite the rough polyester fabric. Her gaze dips even lower to the short red skirt that clings to Quinn’s hips. The pleats do almost nothing to hide the entire length of Quinn’s smooth, muscled legs from her view.  

Rachel’s fingers tighten around the doorknob as she struggles not to simply throw herself at Quinn and kiss her breathless. There’d been a small worry niggling at the back of her mind that the vision of Quinn in this uniform would bring back enough bad memories to dull the attraction she feels, but apparently that’s not an issue at all. (In fact, she’s suddenly worryingly aware that the remembered meanness might actually add to the overall appeal of the fantasy, but she’s not willing to unpack any of the potential psychological implications of that at the moment.)   

"I…I like your sweater," Quinn stutters out, endearingly awkward for just a moment—enough to remind Rachel that this isn’t the same scared, defensive girl who’d worn this uniform in high school. 

The words are achingly familiar, and Rachel’s heart takes flight at the memory of their very first meeting.  She smiles when she realizes that Quinn is clearly appreciating everything she’s seeing as much as Rachel is. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. 

Lifting a hand to her chest, she slowly drags it down over her breasts and watches hazel eyes follow the motion with delight. "Why, thank you, Quinn. And may I say, you look very,” her hungry gaze drags over her girlfriend again, a dozen adjectives jumping forward in her mind: gorgeous, powerful, sexy, ridiculously hot, but she settles for, “spirited in your uniform." She somehow manages to keep a friendly smile on her face when all she really wants to do is drop down to her knees and find out exactly what’s under those pleats. "Do come in," she invites, opening the door wider and gesturing for Quinn to come inside. 

Her eyes fall helplessly to the enticing sway of Quinn’s hips as she saunters into the room, and her entire body ignites with arousal. Cheerio Quinn Fabray is in her bedroom, and Rachel Berry fully intends to fulfill every single one of her teenage fantasies.

#memorable scenes #don't blink #i can put on a show #ficlet

[marsixm]

me attempting mirror selfies in very fancy theatre bathrooms during the fringe

#me #the face #i had so many great outfits and no access to full length mirrors #well i had *some* access #but #i barely even had marcelfie-able mirrors!

[sweetwritertanya]

Messy Rain

Summary: You and your boyfriend Jin are surprised by a sudden heavy rain that falls on you after your date. That rain ends up bringing up a bit of your insecurities when you catch a glimpse of yourself, contrary to what your normal confident persona might suggest.

Warnings: SMUT. Beware: swearing; fingering; a brief hand job; unprotected sex (please be safe irl); shower sex; praising.

Word Count: 3309

The rain had started to fall heavy in the blink of an eye. You had not even registered the first drop that had fallen on your cheek when it was like you were below a waterfall, soaking your clothes quicker than you could try to cover them, with the not big enough long coat you were wearing.

Running as fast as your chunky legs could, your boyfriend dragged you by the hand in the direction of your building, as thankfully you were just arriving from your dinner date. Still, in the few minutes it took you to reach the safe cover of your home, the two of you were drenched.

As if mocking you, the rain seemed to calm down just as you got inside.

“Oh, great! Now the rain clears!” you huff, frustrated. You were feeling cold, sticky with rain water and disheveled from the run.

“I was hoping the rain kept up” your boyfriend shares, making you frown.

“What? Why is that?” you ask him, going up the stairs and opening the door to your apartment.

“So it doesn’t come down!”

It took you a moment, but once you understood it was just another of his dad jokes, you just sighed and shook you head, even though you couldn’t keep the smile on your lips from showing. He was laughing greatly at his own joke, like he did when he was particularly in a good mood.

“Really, Jin, how can you make jokes when you’re in soaking clothes? Come on, we need to take a shower” you decide, noticing his suit was as wet as your dress and coat.

“Hum… I like the sound of that” he murmurs, two arms sneaking around your soft tummy and small kisses being pressed at your exposed neck while you made way to your bathroom. You giggle, leaning your head to the side to give him better access as you took off your earrings.

When you opened the door to your bathroom and turn on the lights, you gasp loudly, horrified by something you see.

“AH! What? Is there a thief? What?” Jin jumped when you wheezed, looking around the tiny bathroom in panic from behind your large frame that was keeping him from going inside.

He got so scared he didn’t see how you were staring right at your full-length mirror, standing in front of you and allowing you to see your full body as well as Jin’s behind you.

You and Jin didn’t get to have many dates. And you didn’t blame him, he had a very busy schedule and you knew that going in to this relationship. Which is why you promised yourself to do the absolute most when it came to planning dates, even if it was staying indoors. You always picked your outfit days in advance, took hours to perfect your make up and another equal amount of time doing your hair. You made sure to always look your utter best on those days, even if only to match Jin’s good looks.

And you looked incredibly gorgeous when you put that amount of effort. Modesty aside, you knew very well how to dress your body type. You worked with the curves and rolls God gave you, instead of fighting them. No matter what anyone said, you had confidence on your looks. You knew you looked great.

But the state you found yourself in after glancing in the mirror made you cringe. Your beautiful arranged up-do hair was completely mangled and frizzy hairs were sticking out everywhere, the makeup you had spent so long on was running down your face, smudged eyeshadow and mascara down your chubby cheeks. The red dress you bought, that usually hugged your full figure in all the right places, was twisted and clinging to the most unflattering areas you still had some self-conscious feelings about.

It wouldn’t be so bad if you couldn’t see Jin next to you, his tall and elegant frame contrasting with you so harshly, his skin glowing from the droplets of the rain, wet hair sticking to his forehead in such a sexy way. His full lips and cheeks redder than usual from the running.

The same rain had fallen on both of you, but it had such different consequences. He looked ready to go and shoot some commercial or be the dazzling lead in some tv series. You… You looked just plain old awful.

“Geez, you scared me, princess. What’s wrong?” you heard Jin’s concerned voice ask, hands leaving your sides to rest on your shoulders, thumb brushing the fabric of the dress in a gesture of comfort.

You had taken your face to your hands, head hanging low.

“Fuck. The rain ruined everything!” you growled in frustration, getting out from Jin’s grasp and stomping to the sink, where you could wash your face.

“That’s not true. We had a wonderful date and dinner before it even started to rain. At least, I thought so” he stated, leaning against the door frame, crossed arms and a warm smile on his statuesque face.

“You don’t get it, Jin” you say as you dry your skin. “I’m not like you, who just looks like a fucking model without even trying. I spent the whole day getting ready, trying so hard to look pretty for you and now it just-”

“Stop” he interrupted you, a serious expression and a dark tune on his voice. “First of all, the fact that you think this” he points to himself, top to bottom “is me not even trying, is downright adorable. Secondly, why the hell would you ‘try so hard’, as you put it, to look pretty for me? You always look ravishing, baby.”

“I have eyes, Jin” you sigh, leaning against the sink. “I look like a mess right now, while you look…” You stared at him, taking in all his lean but muscular body you knew was hiding under his wet clothes, his broad shoulders and his angelic face. Even with an angry expression like the one he had now, he still look sent from heaven. “You look like you always look, Jin. Like the worldwide handsome man himself.”

With long but careful strides, you watch as he moved closer, your breath hitching slightly in your throat at his determined expression. You felt disappointment when he moved behind you, to the bathtub, turning on the hot water and letting it fall from the shower head. But it was only for a moment, for once he was done, he turned to you and grabbed your head in between his large hands, leveling his eyes with yours as he spoke.

“Even if you looked like a mess right now, it would be the most beautiful mess I had ever seen. My mess” he assured. “              Maybe it’s because I always seem to see your confident side when we go out, but I don’t tell you enough how mesmerizing you are. Allow me to change that.”

Before you could react, his lips were on yours, moving with determination and want, nibbling your bottom lip for you to open up to him. Forgetting about your stupid and sudden insecurities, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, parting your lips so his tongue could revisit every spot of your mouth it wished. Hunger started building up as you kissed more ferociously, his large hands moving down your sides to your thighs.

“Did I… ever tell you… how appreciative I am of… your warm thighs?” he asked, moving his kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “Especially right here.”

You shivered when his cold fingers pushed right in between your inner thighs, kneading at the abundant flesh there.

“You could warm me up with just your body, baby” he whispers in your ear before licking your earlobe, earning a slight moan from you. “I would take you to bed and prove it to you, if I wasn’t afraid you may end up with hyperthermia.” You smiled up at him, his motherly care showing up even in moments like this.

Skillful fingers moved to your back as he kissed your shoulder, your zip being pulled down very slowly. His mouth found yours again as he pulled the upper part of your dress down to your waist, your hips being too wide for it to fall to the floor without a pull. Hands were sliding warmly against your cold skin, griping every squeezable flesh they could, small groans escaping Jin as he kissed you. He moved his head up to see you and you smiled smugly at the way his pupils dilated at the sight, a shudder crossing through him and shaking his breath.

“Is… Is that new? Did you wear it for me?” he questioned softly, hands coming up to brush the lacy baby-pink bra you were wearing. You knew it was his favorite colour and he always liked seeing lace on you. It also made your big chest look exquisitely perky and full, which was a bonus.

“I did. Thought you may like it” you confessed, biting your bottom lip as you looked coyly at him.

“I do. You know me so well, princess” he agreed, moving his head so he was now kissing down your cleavage, enjoying the feeling of the lace over your soft mounds against the sides of his face. “Too bad… you won’t be wearing it for long.”

You could barely hear him because his mouth was smothered in your chest, but the movement of his hand reaching your back and unhooking your bra gave you an idea of what he meant. Pulling his face up as your bra dropped down, he went in for a kiss but you actually moved your head so you could whisper sensually in his flushed right ear.

“Actually, it’s a set” you informed him.

You were incredibly pleased at the sound that came out of his pretty thick lips, and you felt the bottom part of your dress being roughly pulled down so he could see your matching pink lacy panties, sheer lace on the back and silky on the front.

“Fuck!... You’re so incredibly beautiful, Y/N. So good to me” he whispers hotly against your shoulder, sloppy kisses and wandering hands leaving you a bit breathless. When he grabs your backside forcefully, moving you against him, you felt the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach and it sends electric sparks to your core, a breathy moan escaping you.

You notice he is still wearing too many clothes and move your hands to try and relieve him of his jacket and shirt, but he pushes you against him and picks you up with both hands on your voluptuous ass.

“Jin, stop! I’m heavy!” you worry, only for him to place you inside the bathtub, hot water streaming against your already flushed skin and inducing goosebumps.

“You are not heavy, at least not enough to stop me from picking you up” he assured, impatient fingers undressing his shirt, the jacket already on the floor of the bathroom. “I just want you to warm up under the water, baby.”

You pout at him, feeling selfish about how concerned he was with you, not demonstrating any worry or displeasure for himself.

“What about you, Jin? The rain got you too” you point out, moving under the hot water, the lack of his warm hands and lips on your skin making you cold again.

“I told you, princess” he says, dropping his pants so he was only in his boxers too. You lick your lips at the straining of his fabric against his erection, feeling your walls clenching just at the view. “Your body is enough to keep me warm. Do you see what you do to me, baby? How much I want you right now?”

He was palming himself through the boxers and you trembled a bit. Locking eyes with him, you saw nothing but love and lust staring back at you. Truly, you couldn’t look so bad if there was someone looking at you with such intense eyes. Feeling your confidence coming back, you pulled down your panties, throwing them to the pile of clothes on the ground, and stretched your arms out in invitation.

“How about you come here and show me, then?” you dared him.

No second invitation was needed, for he growled from the back of his throat and disposed of his boxers before joining you in the bathtub, keeping you under the running hot water as he kissed your lips with hunger and need. His hands were on your chest, playing with your nipples in an almost teasing way, increasing the need you had for him in your core.

Your own hands were moving up and down his chest and his back, going down to grab a handful of his butt too, making him hiss and bite down on your shoulder.

“I’m the one who’s showing you how sexy you are, not the other way around” he admonished, a light spank on your bump’s fleshy cheek as a soft warning. Really, it was more like a pat.

“But you’re so sexy, Jin, how can I not?” you complained cocky, hand traveling down his chest and swirling around his length, thumb rubbing against his beautiful pink tip.

He gasped and reflexively bucked his hips against your hand, his own fingers gripping harshly on the flesh of your love-handles, keeping him steady as you moved your hand up and down like you knew he liked. Jin wasn’t having your sassiness today though, for he crouched down and bit on your perky nipple with no warning, making you arch your back at the sudden mix of pleasure and pain. He then licked the bite mark, sucking and nibbling while his other hand moved your nub between his fingers. You were moaning and holding on to his shoulders, the hot water falling down your back only making your skin flush quicker. The tension in your core was becoming unbearable.

“J-Jin… please” you whimpered, looking down as he let go of your nipple. But his kisses continued to your soft tommy, where he sucked the meaty flesh and licked it, closed eyes as if he was enjoying himself immensely while doing it, something you never quite understood.

And then his fingers traveled down your hips and found your soaking folds, opening them easily and stroking the silky flesh there. You moaned and whimpered, his fingers founding your throbbing nub and making lazy wide circles around it. You were jabbing your nails in his shoulders, but you couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment, you just wanted him inside you in any way possible.

“Oh, please, please, Jin…” you almost but beg, feeling him smile against your tummy before he even got up and you could see his face.

“Please what, princess?” he asked calmly, frustrating you to no end. His circles were growing smaller, but still not where you needed them to be. His other hand was gripping your hips powerfully, keeping you from moving them against his fingers as you wanted.

“Jin…” you moan, and that seemed to be enough of a response for him. His fingers press against your clit exactly like you desired, and then moved down to your entrance, proceeding inside as he kissed your whimpering lips, tongue invading you at the same rhythm his fingers were.

“Do… Do you think you’re ready for me?” he asks with his forehead against yours. You just nod beamingly, vaguely wondering why he had to ask when it was so clear you were. But Jin always seemed to ask before allowing himself to enter you.

Removing his fingers, you let out a slight frustrated whimper but the sight of his length aching, the tip leaking a bit, made you that more lustful. He couldn’t be inside you fast enough.

One hand grabbing your lower back and the other at the base of his erection, you moan loudly as he started to enter you, slowly filling you to the brim, stretching you in all the right places. He hisses in your ear, body pressed against yours so you were between him and the bathroom wall, the water falling against your left side.

“Always so tight” he breathes out, kissing your neck as he gave you time to adjust. “You always feel so good baby, so fucking good.”

You moan his name and move your hips against his, feeling his muscles all tense up underneath your fingers as you did so. His hands are clawing at your hips, strong enough they could leave marks but you didn’t care. You had your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close as he finally started to move, and also giving you some balance.

He begins slow, pulling almost the all way out before pushing rapidly back in, touching a sweet spot every time he was all the way in, and taking too long between thrusts before hitting it again, making the knot on the pit of your stomach tighten and tighten, but with no hope of soon relief.

“Jin… Jin, please, faster” you beg now, opening your eyes to look at him when he stops his movements all together. He had such an intense look, it stole your breath away seeing him like this.

“You look so beautiful right now, Y/N. And you sound so pretty too. I need you to know that. Do you know how lovely you are?”

Your heart swells at his words and you ignore the urge to keep moving enough to pull him down for a deep kiss, trying to pour you heart into it.

“I know, Jin. You always make me feel beautiful, love. Always” you tell him. He smiles shyly.

“I do?” Unable to keep steady anymore, his hips start thrusting into you again, reigniting the flames in your core.

“Y-You do Jin” you assure him, his hips gaining speed and the tension building up inside you. “Only you. Only you, Jin.”

He is breathing heavy against your neck, as you’re sure you are as well against his shoulder, thrusts speeding up quickly and brushing that delightful spongy spot inside of you that sends electrical sparks up your flushed body over and over again, until you are moaning loudly and holding on to his broad shoulders for dear life, feeling like something is about to burst.

You can feel he his close too, the thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy as time goes by, his member twitching inside you, until you feel the abused knot break on your core and an earth-shattering pleasure takes over you. Your slick heat spasms and clenches around him as you scream in delight, your toes curl and your back arches out of their own accounts. He grunts loudly, greeting his teeth as he rides you through your orgasm, only for his strokes to stutter not too long after, his hot seeded filling you inside as he presses his weight against you, one hand reaching for the wall so he doesn’t crush you against it.  

After a few heavy breaths to steady himself, his mouth finds yours for a sweet and sloppy kiss, smiling lips on both your faces as you pull away.

“Are you still mad the rain messed your hair and makeup?” he questioned curiously.

“I’m actually kind of thankful, actually” you admitted, hands soothing the skin beneath them. “I blamed that messy rain, when it was my feelings that were messy. I was stressing over nothing. Thank you for reassuring me, Jin.”

“Always, princess. Always.”

He kissed your cheek and moved to start actually taking a shower now. Enough hot water was wasted by then. And he couldn’t wait to cuddle with you in your bed, telling you between kisses how beautiful you were, just to make sure you truly got it.

#bts #bangtang boys #bts chubby reader #chubbyreader #bts x chubby reader #bts imagine #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #jin #bts seokjin #seokjin fanfic #jin x reader #smut

[lovelylanden]

One Night Stand

Where Harry and Draco have a drunken one night stand before realizing they both wouldn’t mind something other than sex. 

Word count: 2.5k

Note: Wowwie this was long. I hope you enjoy. Much love x

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"If anyone asks," Harry begins with a pounding head, looking down at the bed sheets that weren't his own. "we were drunk and all we did was snog," 

Draco fights back the overwhelming urge to frown. He pulls his lips into a thin line and nods instead. "Fine," He says, sounding more casual than he felt. He had just slept with Harry Potter. How could one ever be casual about that?

The blond stumbles from his bed and ignores the way Potter was staring at him as he slipped on his boxers. "I'm going to make something to eat. You can stay as long as you'd like or see yourself out. I don't care," Draco mutters, sliding into a pair of socks. He wasn't sure if they were his or Harry's but he was too hungover to pay it much mind.

The two had been drunk last night but not nearly as much as they would tell people if need be. He still remembered Harry's hands traveling down his body, his skilled tongue and expert hands. But how could he forget something like that? 

Draco sighs, grabbing a bottle of Gatorade and a carton of eggs from his fridge. He starts up his stove and had eggs scrambling in a pan minutes later. He flicks on his radio and a muggle song that had been growing on him comes tumbling through the speakers. He finds himself dancing, awkward and jerky, to the music as he cooks and the clearing of someone's throat causes him to freeze. Draco locks eyes with Harry then and fights back a blush. "How long have you been there?" 

"Long enough to witness your exceptional dancing skills," Harry says with a teasing smile that makes Draco's heart melt. 

"Shut up," Draco mutters before turning to take a sip of his drink and goes to tending to his eggs. 

"Gatorade and eggs?" Harry asks, nearing closer. 

"Best hangover meal," Draco shrugs before taking the eggs off the heat and portioning them on two plates. "You staying for breakfast?" He asks, turning to his fridge to grab a bottle of Sriracha. Harry can't help but check out the boy's ass but Draco didn't need to know that. 

"I guess," Harry murmurs and follows Draco to the dining table. The two sit on opposite ends and Harry watches Draco apply a generous amount of hot sauce to his eggs. “Why don’t you just use a Hangover Potion?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and Draco shrugs as he pops a forkful into his mouth.

“Never really been a fan of the taste. Plus it’s bloody expensive,”

“Since when has price ever bothered you?” Harry asks with a smirk and Draco sends him a sharp, nearly offended glare.

“It doesn’t,” He snaps. “I like cooking anyway so... it’s a win-win,” Draco says, softer this time. Harry knew Draco no longer had inheritance from his parents; the moment he had come out as gay to his family his father had refused him access to his Gringotts vault. The boy was now Potions master at Hogwarts while working at a music store in Muggle London on the side. Harry was obsessed with the concept.

“I can’t cook,” Harry finds himself saying sheepishly and Draco rolls his eyes.

“Why does that not surprise me?” He says, chuckling at Harry’s glare.

“Prat,” Harry mutters through a mouthful of egg.

“Close your mouth you mannerless git,” Draco says, nose crinkled with disgust.

Harry makes a small noise of irritation and mutters, “Why did I even shag you?” under his breath.

Draco can’t help but scoff at this. “Um, excuse you,” He says, face flushed. “It went both ways, from what I recall,”

Harry scowls the moment he realized Draco was right. They did have more than one round; whether that was because of drunken stamina or pent up lust, they would never know. “Shove off it,” He mumbles. It wasn’t his best reply but his head was still pounding no matter how much Gatorade he downed. He stands as soon as his plate is clean. “I’ll see you around, Malfoy,” He says and Draco quirks an eyebrow to the sky.

“Will you? Or will you just pretend I don’t exist from now on?” He challenges and Harry shoots the boy an irritated look before walking through Draco’s front door and Apparating home.

***

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Draco and he felt completely ashamed because of it. He was the one who insisted no one found out about them so why did he feel so empty without him? Potter wouldn’t deny the fact that he had wanked to the thought of what he and Malfoy had done two days before. Draco was so bloody hot and he didn’t even have to try.

Running a hand through his hair, Harry tries to get a fucking grip. He needed to get his mind off Draco or else he knew he’d end up back at the blond wizard’s door. Harry wasn’t even sure how they had even ended up at Draco’s house. One minute they were sharing shots at the Leaky and next thing he knew he was pushing Draco flat on his back against his California King. And fuck, did he wanted to do it again.

He pulls on a pair of shoes and tells himself to quit being so bloody pathetic. Malfoy didn’t care about him, nor would he ever. Groaning, he leaves Number 12 cold and irritable. It was a frosty and unforgiving December and Harry grits his teeth as he Apparates to Hogsmeade. At first he wasn’t sure what he had wanted to do here anyway until he hears Draco’s undeniable laughter floating down the snow slicked street.

Harry looks up to find the icy blond strutting down past Honeydukes, an abundance of shopping bags in one arm and the other linked around Parkinson’s. She had said something that had sent Draco into a fit of laughter and Harry couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing.

The dark haired wizard slips past them seemingly as quietly as he can but still hears Draco’s soft jibe of “Stalking me again, Potter?” under his breath. Harry scowls and contemplates sending a tripping jinx the prat’s way but goes against it, heading into the first store he sees, hoping to get his mind off Draco Malfoy with little success.

“He pining after you!” Pansy squeals once they were clear of the tanned boy and Draco rolls his eyes.

“He isn’t,” He denies, stepping into Madam Malkin’s and eyeing the pressed clothing with delight. “It was mere coincidence he saw me here,”

“Unlikely,” Pansy snorts and Draco fights back a scowl, setting down his bags to finger a pair of expensive dress pants.

“What do you think?” He asks, picking them up from the hanger and holding them flush against his waist, watching Pansy nod approvingly.

“Ask to try them on,” She insists and Draco nods, sighing before going off to find the store owner. Once he was tucked into a changing room, he slips on the trousers and admires them in the full length mirror. He liked them and knew they would catch the eye of any bloke he came across. He goes bright red at the thought.

“How do I look?” He asks, opening the door and standing in front of Pansy, waiting for her expert opinion.

“Fantastic,” She grins. “Put these on as well. I think it’d go nicely with it,” Pansy thrusts a white shirt, black vest and silky green tie at him and Draco stumbles back into the fitting room, changing into Pansy’s request moments later.

“I like it,” He says before she could give her two cents.

“I do too,” Pansy admits before Draco disappears, stepping back out in his old clothes and buys the outfit without checking the price tag.

***

Draco stood in front of Potter’s place, wringing his hands as he collected thick snowflakes in his hair. He knew this was a mistake but there was no going back now. He knocks on the door with a shaking fist only to be greeted by a rumpled Harry Potter moments later. He squints at Malfoy, as if unable to believe his eyes and Draco says, “Yes Potter, it’s really me.”

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asks, going to push up his glasses only to find they weren’t there.

“Were you sleeping? It’s two in the afternoon,” Draco snaps, hoping to steer away from his obvious nerves.

Harry can’t help but scowl at the blond. “What did you want, Malfoy?” He asks irritably.

Draco opens and closes his mouth multiple times. “I... I wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball. They’re trying out the Triwizard Tournament again this year at Hogwarts and I wanted you to come... with me...” He stammers. “Because Merlin knows you won’t have anything else to do with your time,” Draco adds snobbishly.

Harry crosses his arms over his chest, thinking this over a few moments too long in order to watch Malfoy squirm before saying, “What’re you playing at, Malfoy?”

Frowning, Draco says, “Nothing. I swear. I’ve been doing some thinking and well... you’re the one I’d want to go with,” A grin spreads across Harry’s face at Draco’s confession and the blond rolls his eyes. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Potter. I already look like a complete idiot.”  He sends the boy a death glare before Harry eventually nods.

“Alright, Malfoy. I’ll go with you but you have no say in what I decide to wear. I could show up in a Weasley jumper and you’re not allowed to saw a single thing,”

Draco looked appalled by the idea but sighs before nodding curtly. “Christmas day. Don’t you dare forget,” He mutters before Disapparating and leaving Harry to wonder what the fuck he was doing.

***

The time has come. Christmas day had finally arrived and Harry and Draco had talked as little as possible since Draco had first asked him to the Ball. When he had told Pansy what he had done a day later, Pansy was both shocked and delighted. “So that means I could go with Granger?”

Hermione worked at Hogwarts as well. She specialized in Charms ever since Professor Flitwick had stepped down and although Draco would never admit it, she did rather well at her job. He wouldn’t have pegged her as someone who enjoyed the subject but, as it goes, she seemed to have her nose stuck in as many Charms books they offered. He and Hermione occasionally had mugs of tea in the Great Hall late at night when nightmares wouldn’t let up with no mercy. The two weren’t friends but were acquaintances at best.

“I suppose not,” Draco had said. He knew Pansy and Hermione had a... thing after her relationship with Ron had gone south. Draco had had a feeling that relationship wouldn’t have lasted after the war but... Hermione made Pansy happy so he... dealt.

Draco paces the length of his potions classroom, hand stuck in his hair. He looks down at his outfit, smoothing it down with a sigh. He was wearing the outfit he had bought with Pansy in Hogsmeade two weeks before and groans. He looked fine and had that going for him but what would everyone say when they found Harry draped on his arm?

A knock on his door causes Draco to freeze. “Harry’s not going to judge you,” The blond turns to find Hermione standing in his doorway in a dress that fit her petite figure better than Draco would admit.

“I know,” Draco says although he wasn’t. “I’m more worried about everyone else,” His voice comes out small and unsure. Hermione can’t help but frown. “I’ve got enough shit going against me. I don’t need this hitting the Prophet too,” He laughs bitterly, staring down at his dress shoes. “I know the last thing you want to do now is give me a pep talk, Granger. If you’re looking for Pansy, she’s not here quite yet,”

“I know she isn’t. I also know you’re worried Harry won’t show up but I promise you he will,” Draco nods, taking a look at his reflection before following Hermione out of his classroom and back out to the Great Hall. It looked better than it had when Draco had been in school to witness it but frowns when the dance begins and Potter since hadn’t shown up. Pansy gives her friend a small frown from across the room before being swept to the dancefloor with Granger.

Draco holds his cup with more force than necessary, feeling like a complete idiot. Of course Potter would stand him up. He thinks about leaving and heading back to his classroom to sulk when he feels a tap on his shoulder. Draco turns to find Potter standing there guiltily in a muggle dress shirt, a light silver to match his eyes and a tie that was the same Slytherin green colour as his own. Draco can’t help but grin.

“You’re late,” He finds himself saying as he looks back down at his glass, hoping to hide the smile and sees Harry nod from the corner of his eye.

“I brought you this,” The shorter boy murmurs and when Draco looks up again, he finds Harry holding out a single red rose. Draco can’t help but flush a similar shade as he takes it in his hands, fighting back another smile.

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do,” Draco whispers. He looks out at the dancefloor, finding students and teachers alike dancing to the music played live in the east corner of the hall. It was more tasteful than what had been played in his fourth year.

“Dance with me,” Harry says gently and Draco nods, taking the boy’s hand. He tries ignoring the stares of other teachers. The ones that had taught him years ago didn’t look all too shocked but the newer teachers... well, they looked as if they were two seconds from a heart attack. “Ignore them,” Harry murmurs as he takes Draco’s waist, the two swaying to the slow song, feeling a bit too cozy in the other’s presence.

“I thought you wanted to keep whatever this is a secret,” Draco says eventually into the shell of Harry’s ear, curious.

“I did... At first,” Harry admits. “Then I saw you standing in your kitchen cooking those eggs the muggle way and I realized you weren’t the prat I took you for,” He shrugs as if it were obvious and Draco fights a blush.

“You’re an idiot,” He whispers, ignoring the way his heart dropped into his stomach the moment Harry laid his head against Draco’s chest, all too comfortable.

“Your idiot though,” Harry murmurs and Draco can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe,” He says, running a hand through Harry’s hair fondly before returning it back to Harry’s side. The two continued to dance slowly even after the songs picked up tempo. No one questioned the two’s relationship since.

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