Curate, connect, and discover
Split lips, rough kisses.
Bruised knuckles, tight grips.
Against the door, against the wall, against each other.
“Better?” Harry asked.
Draco bit down hard. “Define better.”
Harry’s fists clenched, even as he dragged Draco closer. This was new—different, but the same, in some ways—and habits were hard to shake.
“This.”
Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘better than fighting’