Potter had asked what kind of room Draco wanted, Draco simply answered: ‘Anything with a King size bed.’ 

Potter’s lips curled up just a little, his eyes basically saying ‘of course you do’. 

Potter had this crude elegance, if the combination was ever possible。

He sounded serious, but Draco knew from experience that he was kidding, being exceptionally cold and sarcastic when he wasn’t in a good mood. 

太色了

By the time dawn was breaking, he had cum another two times inside Draco, fucked Draco sore and raw, his hole reddened like vivid rose and slightly swelled, a chubby little mouth so full of Potter’s cum yet still eager for more. Draco was so tired that he was basically asleep, at least his body was, he could hardly move a finger, just he could still feel Potter poking and teasing his hole, keeping Draco awake because his sensitive hole made him involuntarily twitch. 

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It had been this way since Draco stopped provoking Potter. Whenever they had to sit down together about the interhouse unity project, they were civil, Potter would be a bit out of it, but he listened patiently nonetheless, but outside of those meetings, they barely interacted. Potter would even turn and walk a longer route just so he wouldn’t brush shoulders with Draco in the hallways. Draco wanted to tell him it would be alright to just pass by him, that he wasn’t going to tease him with words or knock into him deliberately, but then, most of him just felt tired, couldn’t find it in himself to talk to Potter again. Perhaps this was what it would be like if he never made his mission to make Potter’s life miserable. He would be nothing to Potter. 

Perhaps because now Draco knew how warm Potter could be, the contrast made Draco’s heart tense as if squeezed harshly by someone’s hand. He looked down and picked at his food, the pain and sore from all the lovemarks Potter left on his body the previous night tightened around him like chains, reminding him of the gentle and passionate Potter just last night, and that all he had was what he managed to steal with a trick. 

Draco dared a look at Potter’s direction, found Potter was indeed in a bad mood, he was slowly peeling an orange, but the peel kept breaking off in his hand, eventually, he placed it over a cup, and as he smiled and talked to the other Gryffindors about something, the orange quietly turned into orange juice and filled the cup. 

Draco dared to look up at Potter, and found Potter looking straight at him, his posture was casual, with his legs crossed and elbows resting on his knees, the tips of his fingers lightly touching, but they were strained. That was what Potter looked like when he was about to catch the snitch. He was looking at Draco with those incredibly vibrant emerald eyes, his expression calm, careful, waiting to see how Draco was going to react, and Draco couldn’t stand looking at him right now. A million thoughts were raging inside his head. 

Then he seemed to have calmed down, and asked: ‘How am I going to know you will still date me after ten years or something.’ 

‘You have my word.’ 

‘You will still help us with the integration of houses and bloods.’ 

‘Of course.’ 

‘When we meet up for such conversations, we can eat regular food together?’ 

‘Depends on whether it is mealtime.’ 

‘If I wanted to feed off your magic, would you let me?’ 

‘That would mean having sex with you.’ 

‘Would you rather I starve?’ 

‘Fine.’

‘And if you were really tired after I fed, would you stay the night?’ 

‘...Perhaps.’ 

‘How am I going to know for sure you will date me after ten years?’ 

‘I already answered that question, Potter.’ Draco sighed, ‘You want a bloody unbreakable vow or something?’ 

‘Actually, yes.’ 

‘Well you are not getting that!’ Draco said, but he put up two fingers in a magically meaningless way anyway, ‘I promise to date Harry James Potter within ten years from now. There you go. Happy?’ 

‘Yes.’ Potter grinned, ‘We are engaged.’ 

‘No we fucking are not!’ 

But then Potter was kissing him, the small bed underneath him couldn’t take the weight of two men and collapsed, startling them both and they fell into laughter for a brief moment. It was hardly a nice wide bed, and it wasn’t anywhere close to comfortable lying half on the mattress and half on the floor in such a confined space, but he made love to Potter in it anyway.