This chapter contains slight smut, it doesn't get very explicit and once you reach the "---------" it ends. So, when it gets uncomfortable for you, just skip to the part where there's a line (---------).
Harry watched Draco pin up the last blanket to the wall with a sticking charm. Draco had insisted they put the fort together without magic - except for the sticking charms - because "it's more fun that way." Harry enjoyed it, he'd never really made a fort before and was excited that he was making one with Draco. If there was anyone he wanted to make one with, it'd be Draco.
"Help me move the pillows and left-over blankets inside," Draco said, heaving a pile of cushions up from the floor. Harry hurried over to the mound to follow suit, spilling them onto the floor in a corner of the fort.
"How do you want them laid out?" Harry asked, looking down at the pile, unsure what to do next.
"Anywhere you want," Draco said and then paused to take in Harry's unsure stance, "You have made a fort before right?"
"Well-"
"Who hasn't ever made a fort?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Keep in mind what my childhood was like," Harry mumbled, averting his eyes back to the pile of pillows at his feet.
"Oh, right. Sorry," Draco said, suddenly embarrassed. While he'd always had a lot expected of him as a kid, he still had had moments where he was allowed to act like a child when he was younger, Harry never even got that.
"It's alright," Harry said, stepping over the pile and making his way over to Draco, "I'm glad I get to make my first with you."
Draco gave Harry a slight smirk, "You make it sound sexual."
Harry leaned in and gave Draco a kiss that he'd meant to be quick but before he could pull away Draco was grabbing his hips, pulling Harry closer and quickly deepening the kiss. Harry quickly responded after a moment of surprise, moving his own hands to Draco's hips.
After a moment Draco seemed to decide it wasn't going quick enough as he pulled away to move his lips to Harry's neck. His teeth dragged lightly across the skin above his collarbone and Harry let out a small whimper. Draco moved his hands between them, fingers running over the button of Harry's pants.
"What about our food?" Harry managed, voice rough and breathless. Draco was slowly driving him crazy with his mouth and fingers and he'd honestly sooner starve than stop to eat now, but he felt he should probably mention it. He knew Draco was still slightly nervous about getting intimate and hoped that mentioning the food would let him have an out if he wanted it.
"The food can wait," Draco said, fingers undoing the buttons of Harry's pants and hands making their way past his waistband. Harry was immediately grateful Draco was the one he'd fallen in love with.
Harry pulled Draco's face back up to kiss him as Draco finally pulled Harry's pants off his hips. Draco pulled back to drop down to his knees.
Harry looked at him in mild shock. "Wait- you don't-" Harry struggled.
"Do you want me to stop?" Draco asked and Harry quickly shook his head, "Alright, then I want to."
Harry gulped as Draco leaned forward.
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Harry crawled up to meet Draco in a soft kiss after refusing to let them return to making the fort before returning the gesture. They'd ended up on top of the pile of pillows and now Harry and Draco were laying on them trying to control their breathing.
Draco let his hand travel to the mess that was Harry's hair. It was slightly damp from sweat, but he enjoyed it anyway. Draco was still getting used to the fact that Harry was dating him, of all people, the novelty of it all still gone away.
"I'm sweaty and gross," Harry mumbled, "I should probably shower and then we can get back to setting up the fort."
"No way. Just use a cleaning charm; I'm starving and want to finish setting this up," Draco said, suddenly sitting up to get back to the fort, "we can shower later."
Harry let out a soft laugh. He'd never thought there'd be a day when Draco would suggest a cleaning charm over taking a shower when he didn't have to.
A short while later, the fort was finally set up and Draco was starving.
"I'm eating before setting this up next time," Draco groaned, flopping down and grabbing food from the mound Harry had brought from the kitchens. "It's practically lunch by now."
Harry helped himself to a sandwich, "That might have been a good idea."
"You can say that again," Draco said, taking a huge bite of his own sandwich.
Harry watched in amusement. A few months ago he would've thought it impossible for Draco to eat in any way that wasn't "dignified" (Draco's words) and yet here he was watching him scarf down a sandwich like he hadn't seen food in months. Sure, it was less messy than Ron, but still not anywhere near "proper" (again Draco's words). He supposed there were a lot of things he would have never thought possible a few months ago.
He liked this better though.
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