tags: modern AU and college AU
note: I have no idea, I just wanted to write about someone making out so ha h a here it is

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Draco stared at his blank laptop screen in silence. Microsoft word was open on his browser as he tried to think of any smart sounded bullshit that would pop up for his essay topic. His English class's grade was not looking so cute and he really needed this decent grade on this essay or else he would get a deep sense in regret for the rest of his college career.

It was dark in his room because he was a dumb ass hoe who refuses to flick on the light switch for the purpose of aesthetics, what aesthetics you might ask? The sad depressed college student aesthetics. The lighting of screen did not help his eyes but it did help him look like his boyfriend. Maybe then they can be the couple that looked like each other or get cooed at by strangers because it's matching glasses! But in reality, it's just both of them being blind rats.

He was too busy thinking about what glasses frames he would choose to notice the door to the room creak open.

All the sudden, the light flickered on. He whipped his head around to yell at whoever disrupted his train of self-deprecating thoughts but noticed it was his boyfriend.

Harry Potter squinted at his blond roommate who was lying on their bed cocooned in their light blue covers.

"What are you doing?" He asked, confused on why Draco was giving him a mix of puppy eyes and harsh glares.

"Trying to regain brain cells." Draco replies, glumly. He turned around to face his empty screen.

"Is it working?" Harry asked, shutting the door behind him and coming over to Draco.

"No but maybe if you stepped outside of the room it would work better, Potter." Draco muttered. Harry completely ignored the comment and slid under the covers next to him. "I really need this grade."

The covers were really warm and Draco's blonde locks were looking especially cute messed up. Draco was a neat freak and usually had his hair always looking at least decent so when he doesn't look like a doll, Harry savored the moment. He stared at Draco as he pouted and stared at the screen. His pretty hands rested against the keyboard, waiting for his thoughts to come on to the screen. Harry's hands moved under the blanket to reach and touch him.

Draco screeched as soon as Harry's cold hands touched his thighs.

"Go away Potter!" Draco shoved his hands and tried to scoot away from Harry.

Harry chuckled and only went closer, grabbing Draco's wrist and pulling him into his chest. "You're so annoying Malfoy."

Draco fell against his chest. His cheeks burned when he realized his hands rested on Harry's upper thigh. Draco quickly tried to sit back up again but Harry leaned down and made Draco freeze.

Their faces were centimeters apart. Draco felt like someone took a piece of iron, placed it above an open fireplace and slapped the iron on his cheeks. Harry, on the other hand, had a cheeky smile on his face.

"Why are you blushing?" He teased. "We've only been apart for 4 hours. Miss me that much Malfoy?"

Draco scoffed. Who does he think he is, trying to be a confident gay. His hand, that was resting on Harry's upper thigh, gripped the thigh and propped himself up to lean down on him. His other arm rested right next to Harry's neck to support him.

Harry kept smiling however.

"Wipe that smirk off your face." Draco snapped. He leaned in to touch their foreheads. "You're the one who came into this room in the first place."

"Is this a competition now?" Harry asked. "I'm winning either way so."

"Winning in what?" Draco frowned, confused.

"I missed you the most."

Draco let out a snort. He connected their lips for a short peck. Sitting up, he rolled his eyes. "You're such a dork oh my god."

Harry smiled, his eyes full of adoration. "So you admit I'm winning."

"I did no such thing." Draco said. He turned back to his laptop, ignoring Harry's presence.

Harry pouted, already sensing his boyfriend's attention is no longer on him. He sighed and stared at him to give him the hint. 2 whole minutes passed by and Harry was bored.

"Hey." Harry said, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"What." Draco mumbled, in middle of typing something.

"Pay attention to me."

"No."

Harry frowned. He watched Draco type down sentences. He stared at his slender pale arms. It was so evenly colored, it made him wonder what it would look like in his dark locks and against Harry's tanner complexion.

He licked his lips unconsciously and pressed his lips against Draco's shoulder.

Draco ignores Harry and continued type.

Harry continued to pepper the same area with kisses until he grew more bored and started to nip on the skin. The skin flushed a light pink before fading back to its original color.

He pressed the kisses down harder, trailing them up to Draco's neck. His hot breath lit a trail of goosebumps down Draco's body. His open mouth kisses left burn marks across his body. His wandering hands left imprints on his skin.

Draco tensed under the sudden kiss attack. "Harry, s-stop... I need to finish this."

Harry felt something hot lick the bottom of his stomach at the sound of Draco's shaky protest. "Then finish it." Harry mumbles into Draco's neck.

Draco felt Harry pressed a particularly hard kiss on the underside of his jaw. His hands rubbed Draco's knee and began to trail up his shorts, hiking the fabric up.

It came the point where Harry was on top of Draco. His laptop lay somewhere on the bed, completely forgotten.

Harry pried open Draco's thighs and rested between them. He smiled down on Draco's completely red face and kissed the corner of his mouth, his nose and his forehead.

No matter how long they have been together, Draco's face is always red when they shared a kiss. Harry finds the most adorable thing about him and will never let go of a opportunity to make fun of him. Just when Harry was about to open his mouth to make a comment, Draco grabbed the collar of his shirt and connect their lips together heatedly.

Harry smiled into the kiss, his lips capturing Draco's bottom lip. His tongue ran in between the lips, opening wider his swollen mouth. His hands ran up and down his thighs while one propped Harry up next to Draco's head. Draco just felt so soft and plush against Harry's hands. He felt so warm, almost as if someone poured molten lava on him, letting the slow melted rock run across his whole body.

Draco whined at Harry's hands which was touching his bare torso, feeling his muscles shift with every movement. Harry felt every constriction of his muscles and every breath he took.

Draco grabbed Harry's hips down and closed the gap between them.

Their kiss was messy. When Harry disconnected for air, a trail of spit connected their lips. Draco would normally be disgusted and embarrassed but he couldn't find a fuck to give as he stared at Harry's half lidded eyes and blown our pupil.

"You're such a distraction." Draco muttered. "Why do I deal with you." His hands cupped Harry's jaw, his thumb rubbing the skin under Harry's lips.

Harry ignored his comment and slid his hand across Draco's chest, brushing his thumb across Draco's sensitive nipples. Draco flinched.

"Cute." Harry grinned, leaning back down for another kiss.

Harry expected a short peck but Draco's thumb that was cradling his face said otherwise. Draco savored his kiss, patient as he caressed his lips with Harry's. He felt all the tense muscles start to relax. It was as if his brain turned to mush, going limp. His mind went fuzzy, all he could feel, think or head was Harry.

When they pulled away, Harry tried to lean back in immediately for another kiss. But when Draco pulled away, Harry whined.

"Awe you poor baby." Draco smirked. "I'm afraid if we continue doing this, you're going to have a drop out boyfriend."

Harry glared. His hair was messed up due to Draco's hands and his puffy lips were glossy due to their saliva. Draco watched the lips in fascination, tilting Harry's face in different angles to see how the light reflected off of his mouth.

His fingers slid up to feel the soft plushness of the skin. It felt like pillows, too soft compared to his rougher tip of Draco's thumb.

Harry's tongue darted out to lick his thumb. Draco immediately ripped it away as if his tongue burned. His face flushed a deeper shade of red, his mouth falling open to stutter some half-hearted insult.

Harry was fast enough to catch the retreating hand though, bringing his pale fingers against his lips. He kissed Draco's finger tips lightly.

"I adore you, Malfoy." He whispered.

Draco fell silent, staring right into Harry's half-lidded eyes. He stared at Harry with the same adoration. He was so pretty and soft, so pliant and always was patient with Draco's constipated feelings and emotions. Harry always seem to read Draco and understood how he worked and what he was insecure about, telling him to take care of himself. It made Draco feel like loved on another level. It was as if he was the only person on the planet who mattered. Sometimes attention made him feel uncomfortable, as he was always put on display and had expectation set for him but with Harry it was something different. Harry just always knew and never retracted like many others. They were always on the same wavelength. He was home to Draco. Always a place where he felt like he was completely understood.

It was scary how attached he was to Harry. He doesn't think he can ever forget this feeling. He was hooked on this aura he emitted.

"I fucking love you." Draco breathed out. "I hope you know that I'll never be able to forget you."

Harry smiled. It's like he knew what Draco was thinking, all his rambles and thoughts.

"Me too."