(Un)Calculated Risk
He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant.
And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.
Smuffy little piece written for the universal darling's birthday celebrations!
