Formidable

Chapter 7

They had ended up taking a nap on the couch intertwined with one another, limbs twisted and faces squashed against chests.

Harry was the first to wake, him being on top of Draco, and he looked down, watching him sleep so peacefully. He watched the way his chest rose and fell softly with every gentle labour-less breath he took. His white-blonde locks fell into his face, catching on his eyelashes that fluttered as they felt Harry's breath ghosting over them, a warm, heavy presence. His lips were slightly parted and his nostrils flared ever so slightly with every inhale he took. Harry chuckled lightly at that.

"You're gorgeous. And you're having a baby." He smiled against Draco's neck sheepishly.

"M'havin' a baby." Draco repeated groggily, voice catching from sleep as he reluctantly opened his eyes and stretched his legs and toes.

"How long have you been awake for?" Harry asked, smiling despite himself.

"Long enough to know you think I'm pretty." Draco laughed, patting Harry's back and then switching to rubbing instead.

"I said gorgeous. Not pre-"

"It means the same thing." He teased.

"For the record... you are."

"I am, what?"

"Really pretty."

Draco blushed furiously, becoming flustered and covering his face with his hands, an embarrassed laugh escaping.

Harry laughed with him, pulling his hands down from his face. "Dont hide from me. Such a pretty boy." He whispered, holding on to Draco's hands as he tried to cover his face once again.

"Stop it." He pleaded, face becoming even more red.

"My pretty boy." This made Draco freeze, his body tense and his breath hitch in his throat.

"Yours?" He asked.

Harry nodded. "Mhmm".

He's not sure what to say to that, so he does whatever he can think of. He leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Harry's, arching against Harry's body when Harry slipped his hands underneath his back, running his fingers along the notches he could still feel even when his back wasn't bent.

"My pretty boy." He moaned into Draco's mouth, and when Draco stuck his tongue into Harry's mouth, Harry began to grind upwards, pressing his hardening length into Draco's thigh for friction.

"Off- you... I need-" He began but was cut off when Harry suddenly knelt up and reached behind his head, pulling his shirt off, and then descending right back down to kiss Draco square on the mouth once more.

"Please." He started, himself now grinding up into Harry's hip before he moved and slotted both their erections together, earning a low moan from Draco as he gripped his hand in Harry's hair.

"My pretty boy." He whispered into Draco's left ear, causing his to buck his hips wildly. "Fuck- I... say it again." He commanded, becoming impatient when Harry just smirked.

"Say. It. Again." He tried, this time more forceful.

Harry paused, chuckling to himself before speaking to Draco, "Say, do you remember what you called me a few weeks ago, in the kitchen?" He stifled a laugh, and quickly wiped the smirk off his face as he saw Draco's expression change from one of curiosity to confusion to anger.

He sat up abruptly, pushing Harry's shoulders so he could swing his legs off the couch, eyes never leaving Harry's and eyebrows furrowed.

"Why- why would you bring that up?" He asks, completely unfazed by Harry's chuckle. "It's not funny, you fuckin-" He cut himself off before he could say anything potentially offensive towards the raven haired man sitting on the couch he was previously on.

He decided the best course of action would be to storm upstairs into the bedroom and slam the door, and that's exactly what he did. He cursed himself for the tears filling his eyes and rapidly tried to blink them away, only prompting more to slip out. "Fucks sake." He rubber angrily at his eyes before storming into their bedroom and slamming the door behind him, flopping face down onto the duvets.

Ten minutes of Draco cursing Harry and complaining about Harry's incompetence to himself, and many tears later, a soft knock was heard on the door, followed by a gentle "Draco?"

He couldn't help the sob that slipped out as he friend to regain his composure as he sat on the floor with his back against the bed. "Fuck off." He said quietly, almost to the point where he thought Harry might not be able to hear him.

The door handle clicked and turned and Harry came tiptoeing into the room, sighing pitifully at the sight of his boyfriend sat on the floor in floods of tears after a remark he'd made.

"I thought I told you to fuck off." Draco spat.

"I know. But I don't listen, do I?" He countered, moving to sit down next to him.

He chuckled wetly at that. "No, no you don't."

They sat in silence for a few moments until Harry spoke, "M'sorry." And it sounded sincere, to the point where Draco could hardly be angry anymore. He knew Harry didn't mean to upset him, he was only joking around, but he was so embarrassed by what he'd said, and it was a heat of the moment thing that he'd hoped to god that Harry would forget he'd even said anything at all.

Draco scoffed, glaring lightly at him, "Yeah."

"I really am. I didn't mean to upset you." Harry reached out to put his hand on Draco's arm but he flinched away, signalling to Harry that he wanted to be left alone.

"I'll be downstairs, pretty boy." He chose the pet name, liking the softness and gentleness it gave off, as he felt it's exactly what he needed to say.

As the door clicked shut, Draco blinked once again, and let out one final sob before climbing into bed with his clothes and the lights still on, shutting his eyed and willing himself to fall asleep for at least an hour, until Harry came up to join him in bed.

a/n: sorry it's a bit short but this is the turning point in the fic so I needed to write it but this is where things get interesting for these two!