It may be clear to Draco which is the obvious choice for him to make, but I can't fathom whether he'd sacrifice honour and dignity or his own cherished image of himself. Can't wait to see you resolve this.
Harry's insight that he is in love with the potential of who Draco may be, perhaps more than who Draco is right now, was utterly honest and astounding. And I love how you have Draco realise through their love-making the very same thing, that he could be so much more if he let himself love Harry. Now, this Draco is in deep self-denial, obviously, and that short, violent yank of grass when he realises his body is betraying something his mind has yet to fully acknowledge expressed that in an awesome way. As always, you have a unique way with words, I especially love this: Harry clasped his thighs about Draco’s and thrust against him, his cock rustling and his blood aching. Thanks for writing this!