The portrait

Potter

Harry smiled , they had begun to get along and soon had developed a routine:
Draco woke Harry up ,
Harry made himself tea and read the paper to draco,
Harry got ready for work, draco chatted to him,
Harry left for work, draco waited for him to get back,
Harry returned and made tea , he told Draco about his day,
They researched together ways to get draco out, they got less hopeful,
Harry made food, Malfoy complained he was unhealthy and ate like a pig,
Harry laughed,
Harry went to bed,
Draco would wish him goodnight.

And they continued this routine, harry didn't think it was wrong he knew there was something they were both missing but harry was happy he was glad they got along, it was they avoided talking about hogwarts and the war but he felt it was nice that someone just spoke to him like a normal person asking him about his day and feelings, he felt bad that Malfoy was stuck there he sometimes wanted to ask about his day but knew better.

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Dracos pov

I hated to admit it but I was happy there was something nice about the way we coexisted. A few years ago Harry would've been the last person I would've wanted to talk to , but now I craved it , when he talked about his day it just made me feel normal for a bit.

Don't get me wrong I hate being stuck sometimes I just want to eat the food harry is making and feel sunshine, have a shower or sleep instead of watching harry. Mostly I want to touch harry we've always been obsessed with each other but since finding out he was gay it was strange like suddenly I was obsessed with him but in a different way I wanted to touch his hair and his warm skin, I wanted to smell him to taste his mouth. Things like that made me hard I often found myself wanking
While waiting for him to return.
I wanted out of the portrait but I was also scared I'd have to leave , he might find it strange if I wanted to stay.

I brushed my fingers over a nipple ,merlin he made me hard, trailing them lower I hovered over the waist band of my jeans slipping them under I squeezed my cock my other hand pinched and tugged my nipples 'wat is potter doing to me', moving my hand faster over my cock I threw my head back groaning "ha..harry"

"Malfoy"

'Shit' Draco thought he opened his eyes to see potter at the door, not needing to look twice he ran.

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'What have I done' Harry shakes his head, massaging his temple again
He'd found Draco wanking, being honest with himself he'd found it hot,watching draco touch himself Harry had gotten hard, he was still hard now.
'I've scared him away' Harry felt tears prickle in the corners of his eyes, he'd gone searching or draco after he'd ran and hadn't found him. He now sat in the bath head in his hands silent tears carving rivers down his face as he replayed the memory over and over , the way Dracos ivory skin flushed pink with arousal, the smooth certain strokes of his hand, the terrified way his face contorted when he had seen him.

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Hermione and Ron had come to visit, it was Harry's birthday, they sat around his table sipping newly made mugs of coffee.
Hermione was the first to speak
"Are you ok harry?" She asked noticing the distracted way harry was staring and the painting behind them.

"..mm" harry mumbled looking up "sorry Hermione what were you asking"

"It's just you seem a little distracted,.. your scares not hurting is it" she looked nervous whispering the last bit,
"Oh Merlin no Hermione, it's just.."

So Harry explained the whole thing by the end Ron sat jaw seeming unhinged and Hermiones brow was drawn in a deep frown

"Bloody hell, Who would send you that mate?" Laughed Ron, Hermione shot him a heart stopping glare

"I really don't know"

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His birthday now ruined, harry had excused himself claiming to feel ill and truly he did after thinking over the whole experience he had come to the conclusion he had .. loved draco. He loved Draco Malfoy. He Harry James potter. It made his stomach flip and head hammer like small little men where doing some building inside him.

As he dwelled on these thoughts crossing his lounge he caught a shock of white hair. Turning towards the painting in question his gaze met a pair of cold silver ones. Draco stood a sight to behold surrounded by a mesmerising field of lilies, hair glowing , skin soft.

"Draco"?