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✹✯✹✯✹ my submission for the @sillylovesongsfest ✯✹✯✹✯

prompt: Sweet Dreams, TN by The Last Shadow Puppets

Drarry | 1.5k | kinda nsfw towards the end |

Summary: Draco has a septum piercing. Harry doesn’t know what to do about that (yes, he does).

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And all my pals will tell me is that I'm crazy

You bet I'm loopy, alright

And I just don't recognise

This fool that you have made me

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“Harry, you’re doing it again.” Hermione squeezes the back of Harry’s hand giving him a bemused smile.

Harry frowns. “Doing what again?”

Ron takes a swing of his beer, “Come on mate, we know you can get a little bit obsessed when it comes to him but—”

“I’m not obsessed—”

“Yeah you are,” Ginny snorts from beside Hermione ignoring Harry’s glare, “It’s bad enough that even I noticed and I’ve been here for what, twenty minutes?” Ginny leans close, amusement all over her face, regarding a very irritated Harry. “So, what is it this time? Did he change his cologne or did he start combing his hair differently or…”

“Is it because this has been the longest that you two have been apart since you got together and you just miss him?” Luna intervenes before Harry gets a chance to tell Ginny to fuck off.

The blond girl perched under her girlfriend’s arm looks at Harry directly in the eyes and Harry can’t help but shift uncomfortably, looking away.

“Come on sweetheart, it can’t be that.” Ginny shakes her head at her girlfriend. “Malfoy has only been away for— what, a month? Harry can’t possibly…oh you’re joking,” Ginny laughs in disbelief at Harry’s crimson cheeks.

“No, it's not— it's not just that,” Harry amends, still not looking at anyone in the face, “It’s just the other night when we were talking over floo, he looked… strange. I don’t know how to describe it better, okay? but I think he’s— I think he’s up to something,” Harry grimaces as soon as the words leave his mouth and the cacophony of groans in different states of despair is hard to miss.

“You gotta be kidding me,”

“Harry come on,”

“It’s like sixth year all over again,” Ron points out beside Harry. “Always thinking Malfoy was up to something, obsessed over his every move, I thought that maybe now that you two are together, that would stop but I think it only got worse.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Harry grumbles under his breath.

When he doesn’t get an immediate response, Harry looks up to four pairs of eyes giving him knowing looks and well, who could blame them? Harry is obsessed. Well on his way to insanity, but how’s that bad, being obsessed over one’s own boyfriend? Besides, it’s not like he’s wrong. He knows Draco is up to something, he can tell a disillusionment charm when he sees one. Even if he isn’t an Auror anymore, he’s not easily fooled.

“If you weren’t already together, It would’ve been kind of creepy mate,” Ron observes, concerned.

Hermione tuts, “Leave him, Ronald, we always knew they would end up together, didn’t we?”

“He might be insane but it’s not like he’s going to marry him anytime soon.”

Harry splutters half of the beer he’s drinking and Ginny only gives him an amused look.

“You did that on purpose,” Harry accuses.

Ginny concedes with a nod but shrugs regardless, “I’m not hearing you deny it,”

Suddenly, the condensation around his beer seems fascinating to Harry.

Two silent beats and then,

“Oh, Harry,” Luna coos.

“Oh no, you’re so gone,” Ginny teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Ron pats Harry on the back, heaving a sigh, “You’re completely mental, mate.”

“And you weren’t completely wrong,” Hermione says and it’s her tone that makes Harry look up from his beer and it’s then that Harry notices everyone is looking at something behind him in various degrees of surprise..

Confused by this, Harry turns around and his eyes immediately latch onto the blond boy at the other end of the pub. The vindication Harry ought to feel is quickly overshadowed by the almost physical reaction he gets when he takes a good look at Draco. Specifically, at Draco’s face. If his friends think he is already obsessed with his boyfriend, Harry is about to become completely mental.

No matter all that Harry praises himself for being observant, never in a million years would he have guessed what Draco was hiding from him.

A piercing.

A silver septum piercing.

Yeah, Harry is completely and utterly fucked.

You see, Harry has always known Draco is pretty.

Back at Hogwarts, it drove Harry spare becuase it was one of those undeniable truths that go left unsaid because it is so damn obvious nobody feels the need to point it out. To have such strong negative feelings for someone it wasn’t that surprising after all that they ended up where they did.

So, even after all this time, when Draco’s beauty was something Harry could no longer just admire from afar but touch, well, it could drive anyone crazy. Draco was already very fucking pretty but to add a silver piercing to the mix? the bastard was out to kill him, Harry was sure. The final revenge is to make Harry’s mind implode. There was nothing Draco could do now that would shake Harry’s foundation more than this.

And then, Draco looks back.

Harry is not aware of his surroundings, focused solely on Draco. All his mind can conjure as background noise is a low whistle and a “good luck, mate!” from the table he was in. Doesn’t matter anymore, he only cares about what’s in front of him.

Making his way to the entrance of the pub, bumping into people murmuring distracted apologies as he goes, after what seems like an eternity, he finally makes it to the other side.

Draco regards him with curiosity, a smirk tugging from his lips when Harry gets close.

“Harry? What are you—“

“Shut up,” Harry takes Draco’s face in his hands and kisses him hard. Draco lets out a soft whimper but quickly melts in Harry’s hands, kissing him back just as fiercely.

“Mmm, does that mean you like it?” Draco whispers when they resurface sometime later, still a bit breathless, leaning closer to each other.

“I. Love. It.” he punctuates every word with a hard kiss against Draco’s soft lips.

Draco hums, pleased. Harry doesn’t waste any time, tilting his boyfriend's head to the side to have better access to his neck. Draco complies willingly.

“Why Harry, ravishing your boyfriend in the middle of a public place, what would the Prophet say?”

“Fuck the Prophet,” Harry grumbles against his skin, biting that soft spot between Draco’s shoulder and his neck, where his pulse point is, making the blond bite back a groan. He tugs Harry's face up and kisses him even harder.

It’s not until Harry shifts a little, putting his leg between Draco’s to let him rub against it that the blond breaks the kiss to look at Harry.

“As much as I love this warm welcome Harry, I would prefer a more private setting if it’s the same for you,” Draco says breathing hard but he doesn’t stop Harry, he actually tugs him closer by the hair, so he can latch to his neck that is sporting some noticeable marks already.

Harry cannot actually think at this point but Draco is right, what Harry wants to do to him is not for everyone to see.

“My place is closer,”

“Lead the way,” still holding Draco by his hips, Harry apparates them away.

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Baby, we ought to fuck

Seven years of bad luck out

The parlor room mirror

Could I have made it any clearer?

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They don’t even stop kissing when they enter the parlour, not even to take off their clothes. It’s rather difficult to do that while you’re sucking the life out of someone but they manage. When they are left only in their pants, Harry manhandles Draco a little further inside and with a hand on his way and the other on his chest, Harry finally turns him around.

What are you—” Draco asks but stops when he sees where Harry is taking him: in front of the full-size mirror that takes up the better part of the wall.

Draco looks completely debauched; lips shining with spit, hair all over the place, a glint coming from the piece of jewellery on his nose and Harry cannot believe how incredibly lucky he is, being able to see Draco Malfoy in this state and being the cause of it. He looks beautiful and Harry can’t wait to make a complete mess out of him.

Never breaking eye contact with Draco in front of him, Harry tugs him closer by the waist until there’s no surface they’re not touching. He can feel Draco’s arse touching the outline of Harry’s hard cock and Harry gives a teasing move when he hears Draco’s breath catching.

He then leans closer, his mouth next to Draco’s ear and in a low tone Harry says,

“I want you to watch.”

Draco laughs, breathless. “Kinky bastard, aren’t you?”

“As if you didn’t put this mirror here for this exact same reason,” says Harry as he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses down to Draco’s throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s trying to appear nonchalant, Harry can tell, but the way his body responds to Harry’s touches says otherwise.

He licks the side of Draco’s throat making him shiver. “Let me remind you, then.”

#silly love songs fest #so i'll be posting it later this month on ao3 with the most needed smut. its just that i wrote that scene several times already #but i hated every version so i decided it to exclude them for now but i promise that the ao3 version is going to include it #close your eyes at the grammatic errors pretty please #forgot to thank nat for the amazing song. I've been obsessed every since so ty nat<3 #anyways ahhh drarry my beloveds #happy vday to everyone who celebrate<3 #drarry #loops writes

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