WARNING: SMUT (finally) and also some fluff to even it out and lower the sin count 😇😇😇
I took all of your comments into consideration when writing this. A big thanks to @TheAwkwardDinosaur and @Fandangokiwi for saying things that I never would've thought of.
Also, sorry this took forever to publish (I should get that tattooed on my face honestly). All of my mocks are this month and I am STRESSED OUT |-/

Harry's POV

With Teddy staying with Narcissa for a few days to give her some company, there's nothing to stop Malfoy and me from doing something neither of us thought we'd ever do.

A lot happened to bring me to this moment. I'm not sure exactly what, but a lot of alcohol was involved.
My hands cup Malfoy's face, pulling him closer as his mouth crashes into mine. A noise rises up from my throat, a noise that I didn't think I was capable of making, a noise that seems to please Malfoy as he pushes me down onto his bed and his lips move from my mouth to the place where my jaw meets my neck. I tangle my hands in his hair, tugging at it slightly. My back arches as he continues to suck at my skin and slowly lift my shirt up and over my head. He takes my glasses too, mumbling something about them getting in the way, his words muffled by my lips.
The world goes blurry but it doesn't matter. I can feel Malfoy's weight on top of me and I fumble around, unbuttoning his jeans and then removing my own, leaving us both in our underwear.
I moan and burry my face in his neck as Malfoy begins to roll his hips, grinding against me, desperate for the friction and also moaning.

I flip Malfoy onto his back and run my hands down his body as I pepper kisses along his neck, chest and stomach until I reach the waistband of his pants.
I stop to breathe for a moment. Suddenly, a thought strikes me.

"I've never done this before. I've never even received one."
Malfoy's voice sounds almost desperate as he says, "You'll be fine. Just do it."

And so I do. I slowly remove his boxers, letting his erection spring free.
I start at the tip, flicking it with my tongue. Malfoy groans deeply and I take him in my mouth and suck gently. I move up, sucking more as I go. I also move my head to create more friction.
I have no idea what I'm doing but Malfoy seems to be enjoying it.
"Potter. Potter, I'm- I'm-" he groans loudly as he cums.
I help him ride it out and then move so that we are face to face. He puts my glasses back on for me and I am able to see him properly.

We look at each other for a moment. I notice this Malfoy's eyes have turned a light shade of blue and his pupils are larger than I've ever seen them. There are black smudges under his eyes (presumably from his eyeliner, seeing as I rub the marks away gently with my thumb), and his mouth is slightly open as he breathes heavily. My hands rest on his chest, rising and falling with each intake and exhale of breath. Malfoy's hair is sticking up in all directions, showing his slightly darker roots that haven't yet turned light.
I kiss him gently before rolling onto my back and lying next to him on the bed.

Draco's POV

We lay in silence, and it slowly dawns on me.
Harry James Potter just gave me a blowjob.
Holy shit.
Of course I've always kind of known that I like him, but it wasn't until he managed to do something to me that no person has ever done before that it fully hit me.
I turn my head to the left and look at him. He looks back at me and smiles.

"Your eyes have gone blue."
"Yeah, they do that," I say, "They'll go back to being their regular shade of boring old grey in a minute, so I'd appreciate it whilst I can if I were you."
"I like your regular eyes. They're pretty." He looks away, back up at the ceiling. "You're pretty."

***

It's dark. I'm running. He's behind me. He's getting closer. He's going to hurt me.
He's going to kill me.
I keep running but I'm not fast enough. Something hits me in the back of my head and I fall.
I shouldn't have told him. I told him and now he's going to kill me.
I turn to face him.
My mother's words echo in my mind; "You have to tell your father."
I scream in pain as he kicks me.
He kicks me in the ribs again and again, all the while shouting the words I have feared hearing.
"You disgust me! You vile, unnatural beast! You are not my son!"
I cover my ears, trying to black out the words. It's no use, they're inside my head.
I scream and I scream and
I wake up.

"It's okay. Calm down, it's okay. It's just a dream. You're okay." Potter pulls me into his arms and I try to hide the tears streaming down my face by burring it in his chest.
"It's not real. Everything's okay. You're safe." He retrieves my iPod from beside the bed and gives it to me.
With shaking hands, I put the earphones on and select a song by The Beatles.

Potter keeps his arms around me as we lie back down.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I roll over and look at him. I don't know why, but I talk.
"My father was chasing me. He was running after me and he knocked me over. I fell and he started kicking me in the ribs. He was saying horrible things. I was so scared. It felt so real."
I shake more violently and Potter pulls me closer.
"What were you scared of?"
I take a deep breath. "I'm scared because he knows now and I'm sure he hates me for it. I'm scared that he's going to escape Azkaban. I'm scared that he's going to find me and kill me."
"You know that can't happen," Potter says, "Nobody can escape from Azkaban, not anymore. The security has gotten even stronger. Besides, they expect him to escape seeing as he's one of the bigger supporters of Voldemort, so they'll keep an even closer eye on him."

Should I tell Potter?
Only Pansy and Blaise know this.
Then again, what do they not know about me?

"Harry, my father isn't only in Azkaban for that reason."
He seems surprised, "Did you just call me Harry?"
"Yes. Can I?"
"Uh, yeah. If you want."
"Okay. Well, Harry, my father isn't only in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. He...He got...violent, during sixth year. When I couldn't kill Dumbledore, he got angry. Violent. Physically violent. To my mother, mostly, but sometimes to me, too.
He was such a great father to me until then. He was dissapointed in me and my inability to murder. Reports of him being violent were taken from various people, I don't know how they knew. There was evidence to back everything up and he was put on Veritaserum so he admitted to it himself."
Screaming. So much screaming.
I turn the music up so loud that I barely hear Harry's words.
"That makes two of us then."

"What do you mean?" I ask.
"My aunt, uncle and cousin would punish me whenever I didn't do something to their standards, like cooking a meal or cleaning a room. Dudly used me as a human punching bag and they didn't do anything to stop him. I've never let it bother me too much but now you've told me something I think it's only right for me to tell you something. What music are you listening to?"
I laugh at his lame attempt to change the subject. "The Beatles. Do you want to listen?"
"Yes, please."

I take out one earphone and give it to him. Harry puts it in his ear.
"Thank you, Draco. Can I call you that?
"Yeah. You're welcome, Harry."

This glitched out the first time I published it so hopefully it will work now