toomuchplor's avatartoomuchplor

Harry's gone aquatic; with his head underwater, the only sounds in the room are Draco’s fast breathing and the gentle slap of waves against the sides of the little pool they’ve conjured.

The water is warm, though not as hot as the wet inside of Harry's mouth.

Draco spreads his legs, but he can't get any closer to Harry. Harry's taken Draco's whole cock neatly down into his throat, bobbing and sucking in perfect merciless rhythm.

Draco clutches at Harry's shoulders, desperate, on the edge, and as he lets go, his fingertips drift over the undulating edges of Harry's temporary gills. That shouldn't be sexy, fuck, that shouldn't be —

Draco groans, coming. Harry's webbed hands stroke up his chest in encouragement as his spend is swallowed neatly down.

"Fine," says Draco, when he can catch his breath. "Fine, you're right. It's different when you don't need to breathe air."

Harry can't talk, but the Gryffindor arch of one brow says it: I told you so.

165 words for the @drarrymicrofic prompt "inhale", with thanks to @dodgerkedavra for the quick helpful beta

inhale

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt inhale

“I hate it here.”

“I know.”

“I want to leave.”

“I know that, too.”

“I died. And they can’t just—!”

“Awful.”

“I’m going to tell them.”

“You should.” Draco’s hand, Harry’s chest. “But not now.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Fine.”

The pressure eases.

Harry rests his head on Draco’s shoulder. 

Breathes.

Breathes.

patient

For day 31 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

“Tell me again,” Harry whispers. Their son (one day, two hours, three minutes old) doesn’t stir.

“I couldn’t get lost. I was tethered.”

“By?”

“Devotional magic. Seven Vatican wizards casting in shifts.”

“C’n you look one more time?”

Draco looks.

“It’s only a lily, mon éclair,” he promises. “We’re safe.”

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here

rough

For day 29 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

Climb into Harry’s bed at St Mungo’s sobbing wildly first, everything else later.

Draco presses his face into Harry’s neck. Wants to squeeze him. Doesn’t. 

Winds all his height into Harry’s side instead.

“You were gone,” he manages. “I thought—”

“You.” Harry touches Draco’s hair, his brittle ribs fluttering. “You.”

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here

verdant

For day 28 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

Draco screams at the Vatican wizards. 

He’s still cursing them when they bring him out through the Door of Death.

“—gone home,” one of them says. “To fucking heaven?”

“To London.”

Draco’s got three marriage bonds and the armour of God.

A single Apparition, and—

There’s Harry.

Weak.

Wasted.

Awake.

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here

grow

For day 27 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

They go up and up and up.

Draco had got so weightless, but now—

Heavy.

Heavier.

Their footsteps echo, loud as drums.

He keeps one hand on Harry’s head.

“Don’t look back,” he orders. “Don’t.”

Harry’s shoulders shake.

He’s ghostly when Draco heaves them into the chamber.

Then he’s gone.

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here

droplet

For day 26 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

Harry turns.

Draco’s heart collapses.

Harry’s eyes are blank. Confused. “D’you know where they went?”

“Who?”

“My mum and dad.”

“No.” Draco holds out his hand. “Harry, please. Please. Come home with me.”

Harry stares at Draco’s ring.

Blinks.

Blinks again.

His eyes come up slowly, like the sunrise. “Draco?”

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here

brume

For day 25 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

It’s nothing, really.

Nothing and nothing and nothing.

Bead after step after bead.

Nothing.

Nothing.

A pinprick?

A trick of the dark?

No. That is light.

Like a star.

Like a lantern.

Like early dawn.

And then—

Green grass.

Flowers.

Lily white. Poppy red.

And Harry.

There’s Harry. 

There’s Harry.

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here

heated

For day 24 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!

Draco walks in darkness and has no light.

It’s cold.

A path without end.

A whisper: “Chi credi di essere?”

One bead under his thumb.

Why do you seek the living among the dead?

One bead.

O Lord, make haste to help me.

One bead.

Fucking help me.

One bead.

Read The Long Way Down on AO3

Start at the beginning here