Title: Breathless
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humor
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Words: ~330
Warning: Language, clumsy!Harry
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JKR + affiliates
Summary: How could something so hot end up like this?
Notes: Sorting through my computer documents and I came across this. I wrote it to cheer up kitty_fic a long time ago. Prompted by a picture I don't have but the last paragraph is close to it. Enjoy! 3

They stumble through the door to their room, barely registering the door slamming into the wall behind them. Groaning fills the air between their kisses as they fumble with each others clothing. This is their one year anniversary and they are in Harry's flat tearing at each others clothes and, Merlin, Draco is so fucking sexy. Finally, they make it to the bed and Harry lands on Draco who's 'oomph' only makes him want to kiss him harder.

Draco takes his revenge by grabbing Harry's wrists and rolling him toward the foot of the bed.

"I don't know who you think you are, Potter, but I am fucking you tonight," and his smirk sends sharp arousal down Harry's spine, but he isn't going to give up the game yet. He pulls sharply on the gorgeous prat's arm and he shoves him into another roll.

It could have worked too, except Harry misjudges two things: one, Draco isn't really fighting him for 'topping privileges' and two, the edge of the bed is a little bit closer than he estimates.

Before they know it, Draco's staring at the ceiling and Harry is gasping for breath on the floor. The bed creaks as Draco hastily crawls across the bed to see if Harry is okay. Their eyes meet and they stare at each other for a while, feeling as if the universe is holding its breath as they try to process what has just happened.

A twitch of Harry's lips starts Draco chuckling and soon Harry joins in. A dam seems to burst and their laughter cascades through the room. Both of them are shaking with laughter and Draco climbs over the edge and grabs Harry's hand, barely able to gather the strength to pull him up next to him through his breathlessness.

"You're the picture of grace, Harry, really," he stammers. Harry just doubles over with a fresh wave of laughter and Draco leans into him. His smile is wide as he looks at Harry and thinks his life is absolutely perfect.