Tethering on Edge (Harry/Draco) (смешанная)

“Fuck you, Potter,” Draco spat at Harry’s retreating back, his chest heaving as he tried to undo the shiver in his spine and nape, his words entirely lacking their usual polished venom.
Harry’s laughter broke free from his throat. It wasn’t his usual bright, Gryffindor laugh. It was a dark, unapologetic sound that echoed beautifully off the stone pillars. Harry cast a quick, peripheral glance around the sweeping courtyard. No Ron. No Hermione. The viaduct was completely empty. For a brief, intoxicating moment, he was free to let the golden hero act drop entirely and let the darker, dormant part of his soul stretch its legs.
“Careful,” Harry called back over his shoulder, his voice smooth and lethally amused. “That’s starting to sound an awful lot like a prayer, Malfoy.”
 
(aka, Draco seemed to be partially unaware that Harry was originally a Slytherin).