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Chapters: 1/1
Rating: T
Word Count: 1.7K
Main Ship: Drarry
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Draco never thought Harry’s face could ever look this soft, every time he has laid eyes upon Harry over the years, his jaw has always been too tight, his entire face set like stone, defiant. And no matter what he did to avoid it, Draco has always been mesmerized by it, even when he was not supposed to be.
So now, as he’s tracing the golden skin that seems to glow under the light of the sun pouring from outside, Draco realizes looks can be deceiving and he’s never been more glad to be in the wrong.
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Something inside Draco swells at the thought of Harry feeling safe in his presence, enough to allow himself to rest. It’s a precious thing, trust. Even sweeter when once was the bitter taste of hatred.
It took time and it wasn’t pretty at first but not even when the sneers became tentative smiles and Potter became Harry, could Draco have ever imagined he would be allowed this privilege. Being able to be this close to Harry, being able to call him his friend.
Draco isn’t allowed many things, not anymore; and yet, inexplicably, he’s allowed to have this. Draco Malfoy finds himself worthy enough to make Harry Potter feel safe and it’s the most wonderfully ridiculous thought in the world.
Even more ridiculous were the childish imaginations he conjured when he got worked up like this. He can’t never help but wonder what his life would’ve been if didn’t make the mistakes he made or who he would’ve been if he were to be someone else. Anyone.
Anyone. Anyone. Anyone.
And his mind, as twisted as the man itself, takes it even further, making him wonder how the lips of his so-called enemy would feel under his. No, not an enemy. Hasn’t been for a long time. Are they as soft as they look? Yes. Yes.
