Fic: 25 One Shots (Harry/Draco)
Under the cut is 25 one shots I wrote for the hd_seasons advent challenge.
RATING: Various (PG-13 to NC-17)
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Harry/Draco)
STATUS: Complete - 25 One Shots
PROMPT: Table one @ hd_seasons
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. The following stories are works of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corners if my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Thanks to d_andru and saintgilbert for beta-reading.
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Prompt #1: Secret Santa
Rating: PG-13
Harry stared at the name inscribed on the tiny piece of red paper he held in his hand.
Draco Malfoy.
“Oh shit,” Harry mumbled under his breath.
Ron leaned across the table. “Who did you get?”
Grimacing, Harry passed the paper to Ron who immediately wrinkled his nose like he smelt something horrible. “Bad luck, mate.”
Harry groaned and ran an anxious hand over his face. “What in the hell am I supposed to get Malfoy as a Secret Santa gift?”
“You can’t really go wrong with a bottle of wine,” Ron suggested, digging into the hat and extracting a name from the pool of Ministry workers. He unfolded the paper and read the name stating, “I don’t even know who that is.”
“I’ll swap you,” Harry suggested hopefully.
“No way! I’ll take the mysterious woman over Malfoy any day.”
“Maybe I’ll buy him a shovel,” Harry said thoughtfully.
Ron chuckled. “So he can dig a hole and bury himself?”
“Exactly!”
***
Prompt #2: Hot chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Draco boosted himself up onto the kitchen counter and watched as Harry bustled around the kitchen, taking down two large mugs and spooning half a dozen spoonfuls of chocolate powder into each. He topped them off with milk and shoved both into the microwave before turning his attention back to Draco.
Running his hands down Harry’s sides until his fingers met the hem of his shirt, Draco slowly lifted it off, tossing it onto the floor.
Harry carefully unfastened each button on Draco’s shirt until the garment hung open. As he eased it off Draco’s shoulders one inch at a time, Harry’s lips followed, tenderly licking, nipping, and kissing each newly exposed patch of skin.
Draco sighed, clasping Harry’s face between his hands and lifting it so he could kiss him, their lips slowly caressing each other lazily in the brightness of the kitchen.
The microwave beeped.
Harry stepped away, lips lingering against Draco’s until the very last second.
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Prompt #3: Christmas crackers
Rating: PG-13
Harry didn’t know where to look. On the one hand, there was the entire Hogwarts faculty, many of whom had consumed far too much eggnog and were starting to resemble that embarrassing family member you desperately try to ignore. On the other hand, there was Malfoy, the only other student to stay at Hogwarts over the Christmas break, who was currently looking mighty pleased with himself.
“You spiked the eggnog, didn’t you?” Harry asked flatly.
Draco smirked. “Maybe.”
Harry eyed the full glass of eggnog in front of him and hesitated only briefly before gulping it down. If he was going to make it through Christmas lunch, then he was going to need some help. The eggnog burned down his throat and Harry spluttered, “You could have made the spiking a little less obvious.”
Draco shrugged and sipped his own drink. “I don’t see anyone complaining.”
The glass refilled and Harry downed the second glass. “Should we play a drinking game?”
Draco nodded and scanned his eyes along the elaborately decorated table. “Okay, we drink the next time Flitwick falls off his chair.”
Draco had barely even finished the sentence when poor Professor Flitwick toppled off his chair. Harry and Draco both lifted their glasses and downed the contents.
“All right.” Harry gazed around the room for inspiration. “The next time someone pulls a-”
BANG!
“-Christmas cracker,” Harry finished awkwardly.
They drank.
Half an hour later, they were both slumped in their chairs.
“This is very embarrassing,” Draco drawled as his glass refilled. “When everyone comes back to school they’ll ask how my Christmas was, and I’ll have to tell them I spent the day getting drunk with the Boy-Who-Lived.”
“Could be worse,” Harry mused. He stretched his legs out under the table and pulled a cracker with himself. It exploded with a bang and several butterflies burst from the cloud of smoke. Harry watched them disappear before returning his attention to Draco. “You could be spending the day with me stone cold sober.”
Draco lifted his goblet. “True. Cheers to getting smashed with the faculty.”
Harry merrily clinked their glasses together.
***
Prompt #4: Naughty or Nice
Rating: NC-17
“Draco.” Harry leaned close to his ear, whispering his name.
Remaining still, Draco felt his jeans begin to tighten.
Harry threaded his fingers into Draco’s soft blond hair and pressed their lips together. Before he could think, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, gripping his shirt. When he felt the velvet heat of Harry’s tongue, Draco opened his mouth, a moan escaping as he invited Harry inside. The warmth, the heat... He fell back on the bed, Harry lying above him and moving.
Oh Merlin, the movement. He couldn’t stay still, joining Harry’s rhythm. Scrabbling at the back of Harry’s shirt, Draco tried to pull it upward, wanting to touch, feel more. Harry quickly broke off the on-going attack on Draco’s lips, whipped off his shirt, and threw it off the bed, helping Draco do the same.
When Harry crashed their lips and bodies together, Draco couldn’t hold back any longer. Arching his back, he shoved his hand into the back of Harry’s pants, losing control, giving Harry’s arse a squeeze. “Take them off,” Draco demanded as the rutting quickened.
“Harry, are you okay? I thought I heard someone yelling for help.” Hermione opened the unlocked door. A lesson they would both remember for the rest of their lives. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Hermione squealed. She covered her eyes quickly and hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Harry bit his hip and met Draco’s eyes. “Did that ruin the mood?”
Draco considered it before replying, “Nah.”
Their lips crashed back together.
***
Prompt #5: Snow
Rating: PG-13
Harry slid his hands into the pockets of his coat and tucked his chin under his scarf. It was almost ridiculously chilly and he was beginning to wonder why he had bothered to leave the toasty warmth of his London apartment.
Despite the cold, it was a gorgeous night; it had been snowing for the majority of the afternoon and the soft flakes continued to drift down from the heavens, fluttering lightly to land in his hair and on the tips of his eyelashes.
Harry could see Big Ben in the distance, looming gracefully over the Thames. If it were any other night, Harry might have taken a walk along the river, listened to the carollers, and simply faded into the background of the hundreds of Muggles that raced through the streets to make their dinner reservations and entertainment for the evening. Instead, Harry turned away from the Houses of Parliament and made his way towards St Paul’s Cathedral, turning left when he reached the immense structure and walked out along the Millennium Bridge.
Up ahead, a blond figure dressed all in black stood against the rail, looking out over the water. Harry wasn’t close enough to discern his expression, but he imagined Draco’s face would be one of impatient tolerance. Eighty percent would be for show, the remaining twenty would be on display merely to annoy Harry.
Smiling softly, Harry weaved in and out of tourists until he sidled up beside Draco, nudging his shoulder with his own. “Hey.”
Draco looked at him, cheeks pink, and eyes bright from the cold. “Hey.”
Slipping his arms firmly around Draco’s neck, Harry stepped close and hugged him tight. “Hi.”
Draco groaned softly. His arms banded around Harry to keep him from escaping. One hand splayed across the middle of Harry’s back; the other slid down the curve of his lower back and rested just above the swell of his arse. Strong fingers kneaded the area through the worn denim of his jeans. “Why did you want to meet here?” Draco murmured into Harry’s ear. “I want you.”
Harry sighed.
Draco yanked him even closer, pressing two confined erections against each other.
The sigh escalated into a moan. “I thought we could go for a walk. In retrospect, it was a really stupid idea.”
“Exceedingly stupid,” Draco chuckled, catching Harry’s earlobe between his teeth. “Let’s get out of here before I maul you in front of the Muggles.”
***
Prompt #6: Sitting by the Fire
Rating: NC-17
Harry had never been one for paying attention to clothes- he figured you were either naked, dressed, or wearing enough clothes to protect you from the ice age- but he knew that if he were ever to say he’d seen a look that was fit to be called ‘Fuck-Me-Now-Wear’ this was it.
Draco sat down sideways in the lounge chair, one leg hooked over the arm. Harry stared. Bare feet. Jeans faded from wear and too many washes, low slung with a button fly. Top button gone. That was it. A lot of skin showing, tight and smooth over lean muscles.
“Are you going to sit all the way over there?” Harry asked quietly. He was sprawled out on the couch in front of the fire, basking by the flames like a cat.
Draco smirked as he stood and moved to the couch. He didn’t even sit down next to Harry, just straddled his hips, and sat on him, grinding their cocks together. “You want me, Potter?” he asked as he bent to lick Harry’s neck from collarbone to ear.
“Always.” Harry hardly knew his own voice, tight and hoarse with need.
Draco kissed him, their hips moving hard and fast as they rocked together on the couch. Harry let his tongue slide with Draco’s and moaned. Draco moaned as well, and shifted his weight back a little, his hands yanking off Harry’s shirt and sweeping up his body in a feather-light touch that had Harry arching forward, needing more.
Harry broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath, but Draco was too fast. Lips and tongue worked at Harry’s neck and Draco lifted up his legs, knees on either side of his hips, hands pushing into Harry’s pants with determination.
Harry groaned and leaned to the side, pulling Draco with him until they were lying on the couch, Harry on top. Draco’s hands slid around his hips to his arse and pushed down hard, rubbing their cocks together, dry humping like they were teens doing this for the first time. Harry’s balls ached and every thrust had him grunting.
Draco sucked on his tongue, every thrust of his cock echoed in the steady, hot suction. Harry could feel Draco’s legs tense beneath him and trembles ran up his own spine when Draco clutched at his arse and bucked against him. Draco groaned and broke the kiss, his head falling back on the couch as he cried out. Harry felt heat spreading between them, and added his own, coming in shuddering jerks.
His head dropped down and he gasped for breath, finally just laying his head down on Draco’s chest. Hands stroked his back, tracing up and down his sides, and Harry let the gentle motions and the heat of the fire lull him into a doze.
***
Prompt #7: Ornament
Rating: NC-17
“What do you think?”
Harry looked up to see Draco holding a tiny red dildo by a string. Harry blinked and then blinked again before spluttering, “Draco, we can’t put dildos on our Christmas tree.”
“Why not?” Draco smirked. He tapped the dildo with his wand and it flickered from red to green and back again. “It’s perfect.”
On the one hand, Harry wanted to argue that Christmas trees were traditional and should be decorated with traditional items, like candy canes and baubles; but on the other hand, nothing about their relationship was normal, so why shouldn’t their tree be a little out of the ordinary?
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine. But you better cast some sort of Concealment Charm in case we get visitors.”
***
Prompt #8: Wish list
Rating: PG-13
Draco slipped into the apartment just after midday. The scent of pine cleaner filled the air, and he peeked around the corner into the small kitchen. Harry sat at the kitchen table with his bare back to him, flipping through one of the catalogues that were constantly being delivered both by owl and Muggle post.
He watched Harry, just enjoying the moment. The firm muscles of his back and broad shoulders. An ache grew in his chest and he pulled his eyes away. Harry had said three days. Was there so little time left? He considered looking but couldn’t bear the thought of him being right. Three days wasn’t long enough.
“When did you get home?”
Draco jerked his attention back to Harry. Home. He had said home. Was this his home too? Did he have a home here?
“Just now. What are you doing?”
Harry held up the large stack of catalogues in both hands, before letting them fall back to the table with a thud. He grinned. “I’m writing my Christmas list.”
“To Santa?” Draco asked, amused.
“Nope, to you.”
“Really?” Draco crossed the room. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Harry’s head, before sliding into the seat across the table. “Let’s see it then.”
Harry slid a single sheet of paper across the table. The list had twenty or so dot points down the side of the page and each point said the same thing.
COME WITH ME!
COME WITH ME!
COME WITH ME!
Draco grimaced. “Harry-”
“Please, Draco,” Harry cut in quickly. “I go to the Weasley’s for Christmas every year. It’s tradition and it’s important to me, so please come. This is our first Christmas together; I want it to be one to remember.”
“Christmas at the Weasleys’? Oh, I imagine that will be quite memorable whether I’m there or not,” Draco drawled.
Harry stared at him calmly. “It’s the only thing I want, Draco. You told me you’d get me anything I wanted for Christmas.”
“Yeah, I meant material things, Potter,” Draco moaned.,“like a new broomstick or a year’s subscription to Witch Weekly. Not a week of torture with the Weasel.”
Harry just looked at him.
Draco groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go with you to the Weasel’s for Christmas.”
Harry grinned.
“But I’m not going to like it.”
“That’s fine.”
“And I reserve the right to mutter amazingly horrible things under my breath at all hours of the day.”
“Fine.”
“And I’m not singing Christmas carols.”
Harry smiled. “Okay.”
“And I refuse to participate in any silly holiday games, which include, but are not limited to, snow ball fights, charades, chess, gobstones, or that game where you put your hands and feet on coloured circles.”
Harry was almost grinning by now. “Fine, anything else?”
“Yes.” Draco lifted his chin, “I’ll need Mrs Weasley’s measurements.”
Harry blinked. “What for?”
“Well, I can’t very well turn up without a gift, can I?”
***
Prompt #9: Presents
Rating: NC-17
Harry awoke with the sunlight shining in on him. At first, it took a moment to remember exactly where he was. Then he caught sight of the mismatched bedding and orange walls and remembered he was at the Weasley’s house.
Kissing the top of Draco’s head, Harry leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace he knew came from all the pieces finally sliding neatly together.
Before he was able to fall back asleep, his eyes shot open when a warm hand wrapped around his morning wood. “Oh,” he breathed.
Draco’s hand was performing magic, ministering to his cock both gently and firmly, alternating the touch and driving Harry crazy. Harry thrust once, twice, and then shot into the waiting hand. “Ahhh, Draco.”
Draco smirked as he licked his fingertips. “Merry Christmas.”
Chuckling as he panted, Harry’s breathing slowly returned to normal. “Was that my present?” He reached down to discover Draco had removed his briefs sometime during the night. moistening his hand with his own come, Harry ran his fingers over Draco’s long cock.
“One of your presents,” Draco whispered, “Harry, I won’t last.”
“That’s okay, neither did I.” Rolling Draco onto his back, Harry continued stroking his stiff cock while he alternately nipped, licked, and kissed Draco’s neck.
Harry loved listening to the sounds Draco was making. Writhing beneath him, Draco dug his nails into Harry’s shoulders, pulling him closer, crashing their lips together as he shuddered through his orgasm.
Enveloping Draco in his arms, Harry felt Draco return the embrace. The two held one another, kissing and touching, unwilling to break apart.
“Merry Christmas, Draco.”
***
Prompt #10: Snowball Fight
Rating: PG-13
The annual Hogwarts snowball fight was still in full swing. Harry could hear the shrieks and laughter of hundreds of students drifting across the grounds. He had participated in the snowball fight until his clothes were wet and he couldn’t bear the idea of rolling another snowball. He had run into Draco somewhere along the way, and the two of them had retreated to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest where he and Draco were sprawled out in the snow, uncaring about anything else but each other.
He reached out, held Draco’s face with his hands, and kissed him gently. Draco’s clothes were wet and both of them were shivering and shaking, but neither of them paid any attention, just pressing closer and closer together to share what body heat they had left.
Harry pressed himself tight against Draco’s warmth, running his tongue up Draco’s neck, catching stray snowflakes on his journey to his mouth. He clutched at Draco’s shoulders for support as their lips met, tongues delving deep into each other’s mouths.
“Draco,” Harry finally whispered, pulling back for air.
“Hmm?”
“I’m cold.”
Chuckling, Draco pressed cool lips to Harry’s forehead. “Let’s go inside.”
***
Prompt #11: Stockings
Rating: PG-13
“I think we should have two stockings each.”
“Why?”
“Because, two stockings over a fireplace look kind of lonely. Look at them, just hanging there all by themselves.”
“They’re stockings. Stockings can’t be lonely.”
“Our stockings are.”
“How can you tell?”
“I just can. Look at them. Can you honestly tell me they don’t look a little lonely?”
“They look like stockings.”
“Lonely stockings.”
“Fine, well maybe we should have three stockings each then.”
“That just makes us look desperate.”
A pause. “You know- there won’t be two stockings there forever. Maybe one day there will be three or four or five.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.”
***
Prompt #12: Traditions
Rating: PG-13
“What in the world?”
The voice was bewildered and more than a little horrified. Harry looked up from the stack of gifts around the tree to see Draco pulling a bright green lumpy jumper from a large stack of wrapping paper. He held the jumper up in front of him and wrinkled his nose in distaste. “What is it?”
Harry smiled. “Mrs Weasley knitted you a jumper.”
“Why would she do that?”
“It’s tradition. Mrs Weasley always knits everyone a jumper. Look-” Harry sorted through the stack of gifts, extracting his own package. He tore it open quickly and held a navy blue jumper up for Draco to see.
“Oh Merlin, it’s hideous,” Draco moaned. “I’m not supposed to wear this am I? She couldn’t possibly be offended if I don’t.”
Harry pulled his jumper on over his head. “It’s tradition, Draco.”
Grumbling Draco pulled on the jumper. After all, it was tradition. The fact that the jumper was lovely and warm had nothing to do with it, nothing at all.
***
Prompt #13: Candy Cane
Rating: NC-17
“The Erumpent Potion is a potion made from Erumpent parts. These include but are not limited to the horn and tail. It is highly explosive when it touches or is touched by an outside source-”
Harry stifled a yawn and rested his cheek in his palm as Snape continued to drone on. It was coming into the second hour of Potions and Harry had already forgotten what Snape had been talking about in the first hour. It was difficult to concentrate, the classroom was cold, and whilst the dungeons were cold in general, Harry was pretty sure Snape cast extra Chilling Charms just to keep them all on the edge of uncomfortable.
The sudden crinkle of plastic caught his attention and Harry glanced across the room to see Malfoy unwrapping a candy cane. It was green and white striped and Harry rolled his eyes; of course, Malfoy would have a Slytherin themed candy cane. In between the candy cane and the green scarf around his neck, Malfoy looked like the very snake that he was.
Harry watched as Malfoy popped the candy cane into his mouth and sucked on it lazily whilst taking notes. He pulled the candy from his mouth and licked his sticky lips before extending his tongue and licking up the length of the stick. It took Harry a moment to realise he was staring, but he couldn’t look away, not when Malfoy was easing the candy cane back into his mouth.
Harry nearly groaned when, once again, Malfoy’s tongue ran over the green and white holiday treat. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Malfoy was doing the whole thing on purpose. He’d been sitting there for ten minutes straight, taking notes and sucking slowly on the sticky candy, whittling it down to a fine point, capturing Harry’s attention much more effectively than Snape was.
Tearing his eyes away, Harry forced himself to take a page of notes. As he flipped over to the next page in his notebook, his eyes travelled back over to Malfoy. His heartbeat quickened and his mouth went dry at the sight of the Slytherin, licking his hand where some of the sticky substance had dribbled down the side.
As Harry watched, Malfoy’s gaze slid across the classroom and their eyes locked. Malfoy looked vaguely surprised to find Harry watching him, his eyes widened ever so slightly before he smirked around the candy. Holding Harry’s eyes, he sucked at the candy cane so hard his cheek hollowed and bumped the end of the cane into his cheek.
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
Malfoy winked and returned his attention to Snape.
***
Prompt #14: Fairy Lights
Rating: PG-13
A cold gust of wind kicked up and Draco hunched a little closer into his jacket. The night was clear and cold, and, although it was only a little after six o’clock, the short December days meant that it had been dark for a while.
“Harry, have you found them yet? I’m freezing my arse off out here!” Draco complained.
“Hang on!” Harry’s voice was slightly muffled. Draco took a couple more steps into the garage and bounced on the balls of his feet. Several feet above him, Harry was moving box after box until finally with a triumphant shout he extracted one marked FAIRY LIGHTS.
“Here.” Harry pushed the box off the edge of the loft and Draco stepped forward quickly to catch it. He flicked the lid open curiously and stared down at the tangled mess of cords and tiny coloured bulbs.
“We should probably just buy new lights,” Draco said.
“We said that last year, and the two years before that.” Harry reminded him, descending the ladder. “That’s why we have a box of tangled lights because every year we’re always too lazy to untangle them.”
“It’s a Christmas tradition.” Draco smirked. He replaced the lid and held out a hand until Harry reached out and twined their gloved fingers together. “I’ll make you a deal. We spend half an hour trying to untangle these lights. If at the end of that half hour, they’re still a mess we give up, go to bed, and buy new ones tomorrow. Deal?”
Harry grinned, leaning forward and kissing Draco softly. “Deal.”
***
Prompt #15: Christmas Pudding
Rating: PG-13
“Christmas pudding, Harry?”
Harry glanced across the table and smiled at Molly. “Just custard if that’s okay, Mrs Weasley.”
“Just custard?” she repeated, horrified. “Why would you want just custard? Arthur, did you hear that, Harry just wants custard!”
Harry smothered a smile. “It’s a personal preference. I like my custard on its own.”
“How odd,” Molly breathed. She relented in the end and slid a large bowl of custard across the table to Harry. “And Draco, where is he?”
Harry glanced over his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure he went to the loo.”
“Oh yes. I’ll make him up another plate, that boy needs fattening up. He’s too skinny, your Draco. Oh, here he is. Christmas pudding, Draco?”
Draco slid back into his seat beside Harry and nodded politely. “That would be great. Just custard thanks.”
***
Prompt #16: Decorating
Rating: PG-13
Harry stretched up on tiptoe and hung the last piece of mistletoe above the kitchen doorway. He stepped back and glanced at Draco who was sitting cross-legged on the floor sorting through a huge box of miscellaneous decorations. “What do you think?”
Draco wrapped a long piece of red tinsel around his neck. “I think the tinsel monster has vomited all over our house. Look at this.” He held up his hands which were covered in silver glitter. “How in the world did we accumulate so many decorations? How is it even possible to have this much stuff?”
“Because.” Harry smiled, taking a long piece of tinsel from the box and beginning to wrap it around the banister. “Our first Christmas together, George convinced you that decorating naked was a Muggle custom.”
“You know, if you wanted to keep me naked, you didn’t have to keep buying decorations,” Draco teased. “You could have just asked.”
Harry laughed and chucked a stray piece of mistletoe at him.
“Why didn’t we keep that tradition anyway?” Draco asked as he stood and walked over to Harry. “Granted, it was a fake tradition, but we could have made it work.”
“We could always re-adopt it?”
“In that case, take your clothes off, Potter.”
***
Prompt #17: Ice
Rating: PG-13
It was still early when Harry yawned and shuffled downstairs to the living room. “Morning,” he called sleepily to Draco who was sitting by the window seat, staring out into the front yard.
“Morning,” Draco called back.
“Do you want some coffee?” Harry asked, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Of course.”
Making up two cups, Harry carried them back through to the living room and slid onto the window seat next to Draco. He passed the second cup to Draco and settled back against the window, yawning again before sipping at the hot liquid.
“There’s ice all over the footpath,” Draco observed. “Is that a good enough reason to skip work?”
Harry glanced outside curiously. It was a miserable day, cloudy and dreary and no doubt freezing cold. “You take the Floo Network to work.”
“I know that. You know that. But no one else needs to know that.”
Harry smiled softly.
“Besides,” Draco continued, “it’s cold and miserable and Christmas is coming. Who wants to go to work at this time of year?”
“So you’re going to owl your boss and tell him you can’t come to work because there’s ice on the road?”
Draco’s eyes sparkled. “That is exactly what I’m going to do.”
***
Prompt #18: Yule Ball
Rating: NC-17
Harry closed the door as soon as they entered the deserted classroom, flipped the lock, and pressed Draco against the door, crashing their lips together. It was the evening of the Yule Ball and Harry only wanted to be in one place with one person, and that was not the Great Hall surrounded by hundreds of fellow students. Draco tasted like the perfect blend of winter air, Christmas spices, and something more. It didn’t matter what it was. Harry wanted it; he was hungry for him.
Pressing back, Draco explored Harry’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Harry as he pushed his tongue inside. Harry felt a sound escape his throat; his reaction more intense than he’d expected.
Harry slid his hands into Draco’s dress robes. He immediately started to deftly unbutton the garment, exposing the beautiful, fair skin underneath.
Taking a step back, Harry gazed at Draco’s heaving chest, leaning in to lick and suck each nipple, moving from one to the other, over and over. Sometimes moving away from one, only to return to it immediately, keeping Draco guessing as to which nub he would attack next. Draco moaned, threading his fingers through Harry’s hair as the onslaught continued.
“Let’s get out of here,” Draco panted, gripping Harry by the hair and pulling him back. “My dorm will be empty.”
“They’ll notice we’re gone,” Harry whispered as he continued rubbing his hands over his entire upper body.
“I don’t care.” Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s and spoke through kisses. “I just want to be with you.”
***
Prompt #19: Firewhisky
Rating: PG-13
“Drink.”
Harry took a deep breath and knocked back the shot of Firewhiskey. It burnt down his throat like wildfire and he spluttered coughing smoke rings across the room. “Bloody hell, that is awful!”
Malfoy flipped the hourglass over and refilled their shot glasses. They both watched the sand run quickly down the tiny funnel. The second the last grain of sand disappeared and they both took another shot.
Harry coughed and held his glass out for a refill. “Why are we doing this again?”
“Because it’s the Christmas holidays and we’re stuck in each other’s company,” Malfoy drawled. “So, instead of killing each other like we probably should, we’re going to get royally pissed and pretend this entire holiday never even existed. Drink.”
Harry swallowed the fiery liquid and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “Fuck that is horrible.”
It probably wasn’t the most appropriate place for a drinking game. They were sprawled out in the corridor on the fourth floor, sitting with their backs against the cold, stone wall, a bottle of Firewhiskey and two shot glasses between them. It wasn’t necessarily allowed, but considering they were the only two students left at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays, Harry figured the teachers were happy enough that he and Draco were in the same room, let alone drinking together.
“Drink.”
It was going to be a very long night and an even longer morning.
***
Prompt #20: Scarf
Rating: PG-13
Harry stood back and watched Draco shrug on his coat and slide his hands into his mittens. It was late, so late it was almost early, and Draco was finally leaving so he could make it back to his parents’ house in time for Christmas morning.
Stepping forward Harry buttoned Draco’s coat for him, fingers moving deftly over the elegant buttons. “Are you sure you have to leave?” Harry asked. He lifted his eyes to Draco’s and held them for several long moments before reaching out and grabbing Draco’s navy blue scarf from the coat rack.
“Unfortunately,” Draco said, bending his head forward ever so slightly and letting Harry wrap his scarf around his neck. “Mother is insistent that we open presents together as a family.”
“I don’t want you to go,” Harry murmured, tucking the ends of the scarf into the front of Draco’s coat.
“I know,” Draco agreed. He cupped Harry’s face between his warm dark mittens and pressed their foreheads together. “But I’ll meet you tomorrow night, okay?”
“At the Weasleys?” Harry smiled.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Yes, at the Weasleys. Do you think their Floo will let me through or kick me out by default?”
Harry smiled and tugged playfully at Draco’s scarf. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Draco let out a heavy breath. “Okay. Give me a hug.”
They wrapped their arms tightly around each other and squeezed tight. “Have a good day, okay?” Harry murmured.
“I will. You too. Merry Christmas, Harry.”
“Merry Christmas, Draco.”
***
Prompt #21: Christmas Dinner
Rating: NC-17
Harry wished he were alone, elsewhere, with Draco. Anywhere but at the Ministry of Magic’s annual Christmas party, hundreds of guests thronged around them. He didn’t know everyone on a personal basis, but he knew he had spoken to the majority of them on more than one occasion.
Mingling with a bunch of people, especially if he didn’t know them, always made him feel nervous. After circulating and greeting everyone he knew, he zeroed in on one of the chairs at the long dinner tables. Those who were acquainted with him understood and didn’t make a big deal of it.
The guests mingled, networked and chattered around him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Draco asked, slipping into the chair next to Harrys.
“Immensely,” he replied, giving Draco a quick peck on his cheek.
Draco wiggled his hand under Harry’s bum and pinched his balls.
“Stop that.”
“All right, spoil sport,” Draco replied, giving Harry’s balls another quick squeeze before removing his hand. Seeing a waiter with a tray filled with champagne glasses, Draco waved him over. He took two glasses.
“Here you go, baby,” Draco said as their glasses clicked together. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” Harry gave Draco a quick kiss on the lips and sipped his champagne. “I wish we were alone right now,” Harry told him.
“I bet you’d love the burning sensation if I sucked your cock after I drank champagne,” Draco whispered. “Maybe we can sneak into my office after dinner and see.”
Harry rubbed his nose against Draco’s then pressed his lips against him once again.
“All right, you two,” Ron said, walking toward them. “No lovey-dovey stuff at the staff Christmas party.” He grabbed Harry in a headlock and smacked a kiss down against his hair. “I’m the only one who can give kisses around here.” He turned to Draco.
Draco’s eyes widened. “Don’t even think about it, Weasley.”
Ron opened his arms and took a teasing step forward. “C’mon, Malfoy. It’s Christmas.”
Draco ran like the hounds of hell were after him, leaving Harry and Ron laughing behind.
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Prompt #22: Carols
Rating: PG-13
Harry took the salad bowl out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. He glanced at the clock on the microwave for the fifth time. It was already fifteen minutes past seven and no sign of Draco.
The doorbell rang and he closed his eyes in ridiculous relief. He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to answer his front door.
“You’re late-” Harry said, but was cut off quickly; it wasn’t Draco at his door; it was a group of young children in Christmas jumpers.
“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,” they started to sing in harmony.
Oh. Harry had always found door-to-door carollers vaguely awkward. He never knew where to look, never knew how to react to a bunch of kids breaking into song on his doorstep. Tucking his hands into the pocket of his jeans, Harry tried to look pleasantly entertained. Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and Harry glanced over the caroller’s shoulders to see Draco strolling up the path smirking broadly.
Harry returned his attention to the kids as the carol ended, and he clapped politely placing some money in their collection tin. “Thank you, that was very nice. Happy Christmas.”
They thanked him profusely and scurried off, passing Draco who was still smirking. “You were just serenaded by a bunch of ten-year-olds,” he laughed.
“It’s a Muggle tradition,” Harry said leaning against the door frame. “You’re late.”
“No I’m not. What are we having?”
“Having?”
Draco gave him a quizzical smile. “For dinner.”
“Oh.” Harry stared at Draco’s lips, already forgetting the question, having already forgot why he was bothered.
“Hey, Harry?” Draco frowned and came to stand within inches of him. He waved his hand in front of Harry’s face. “Earth to Harry.”
“Fish and salad,” he forced himself to say. Almost of its own free will, his hand went to the back of Draco’s neck, pulling him closer. Forgetting all about dinner and everything else, he grasped Draco’s chin in his free hand and crushed his mouth under his.
Draco gasped and mumbled, “Dinner?”
“Later,” Harry insisted, fusing their mouths back together and pulling Draco over the threshold.
***
Prompt #23: Shopping
Rating: NC-17
“I hate shopping,” Draco complained as Harry dragged him into yet another store.
“What are you talking about? You love shopping.”
“Yes, I do. But not at Christmas time. Christmas shopping is horrible. There are way too many people, every single store plays increasingly horrible Christmas carols, and everyone is so festive. It’s nauseating.”
“We only have a couple of things left to do. Didn’t you want to buy a present for Mrs Weasley?”
“Yes, but I want to buy her new robes. I won’t find those in a Muggle shopping centre.” Draco stopped by a rack of Christmas decorations and pouted. “Harry,” he whined.
“Draco,” Harry laughed at his pout. “I’m not going to bribe you to be good like a three-year-old.”
“Why not?” He followed Harry around the store, “I respond extremely well to bribes. My father used to bribe me with gifts. My mother bribed me with clothes.”
Harry stopped and turned to face Draco. “Fine, if you stop complaining and let me finish my shopping, I’ll drag you into a dressing room, and...” he lowered his voice, “give you a blow job.”
Draco lifted an eyebrow. “Potter, I am impressed by your proposition.”
“Do we have a deal?”
“Give me the blow job first, and then I’ll be good.”
Harry laughed. “That isn’t the way a bribe works.”
“But see, I’m older and wiser now, and capable of negotiation.” Draco stepped closer to Harry, smiling seductively. “Take me to a dressing room, Potter. Or I’m going to grope you in front of all these innocent bystanders.”
“Are you blackmailing me now?”
“Yes,” Draco smirked. “I most certainly am.”
“Fine.” Harry glanced over his shoulder for onlookers before grabbing Draco’s hand yanking him to the back of the store. He shoved Draco quickly into one of the vacant changing rooms, and without looking, he reached for the doorknob and turned the lock. Once they were secure in the tiny room, Harry spun around and shoved Draco up against the door. With slow deliberation, Harry pressed his body up against Draco’s and kissed him. Draco grabbed Harry’s face and kissed him back, tongue slipping into Harry’s mouth and dancing against Harry’s.
Draco broke the kiss with a breath. “Are we really going to do this in a changing room?”
“Should I stop?” Harry asked.
“No.”
Harry leaned forward for more kissing, pressing Draco back against the door harder. He held the very tip of Draco’s cock, pinching it and twisting it gently between his index finger and thumb. Draco sucked on Harry’s tongue in his mouth, spreading his stance and holding onto Harry’s arse.
When Harry knelt down on the floor, Draco nearly swooned. Harry stroked the length of Draco’s cock softly and handled his balls, which were soft and pliable in the heat of the room.
Just as Draco was able to calm down and breathe normally, Harry gripped the base of his cock and drew it deeply into his mouth.
Draco whimpered and clutched at the door behind him. He watched, unable to look away and not wanting to. Harry framed his cock in both hands, allowing it to protrude between them. Little sucking noises accompanied Harry’s head bobbing up and down.
Draco leant back against the door and closed his eyes. Voices from outside the doorway, laughter, people coming and going with piles of clothing or using their mobile phones were just muffled noise. All Draco could hear distinctly was his and Harry’s breathing.
The attention Harry was paying to his dick at the moment was not to get him to come. It was to enjoy it, and both Draco and Harry were enjoying the light licking and sucking.
Harry’s hands drifted gently over Draco’s arse cheeks as he continued to suck the head of Draco’s dick, slowly, circling his tongue around the tip and drawing hard suction.
The relaxing sensation began to morph into an urge to orgasm. Draco used both his hands to caress Harry, trying to let him know how much he was enjoying the blow job when the location was forcing him to be quiet.
Harry increased his depth and speed. The delicate licking soon became a heated act of lust. When Harry opened his bright green eyes and they connected, Draco felt his crotch surge with pleasure. He had no doubt he leaked pre-cum he was so excited.
The urge to climax began in Draco in earnest. He sighed and cupped Harry’s cheek as Harry bobbed up and down on his cock, using one hand to jerk the base and the other to rub hot friction under his balls.
Draco clenched his jaw and was sent plummeting over the edge. The pleasure that raced from his arse to the tip of his cock was delicious and lasted nicely as Harry continued to work him top and bottom. Harry milked him strongly; just as hard as Draco liked it and continued to pull on his cock for a little longer, drawing out the tiny aftershocks.
Harry released Draco’s cock and glanced up at him, smiling. “See, Christmas shopping can be fun.”
***
Prompt #24: Ice-Skating
Rating: PG-13
Harry spotted the blond-haired figure from Gryffindor Tower. Making his excuses to Ron and Hermione, he quickly donned his cloak and gloves, and slipped out the portrait hole. The castle was relatively empty and Harry made his way quickly through the halls and down the marble staircase to creep carefully out the front doors.
It was cold outside. The snow was shin deep and Harry trudged through it awkwardly, erasing his footprints by wand as he made his was across the grounds to the Black Lake.
Draco was standing on the edge of the frozen lake, hands tucked deep into the pockets of his coat, breath puffing out in soft clouds before drifting away with the wind. He turned the moment he heard Harry’s approach and lifted an eyebrow. “You do realise that you’re willingly walking towards me in full view of the castle.”
Harry erased the last of his footprints and shrugged. “I don’t care.” He stepped carefully out onto the ice and slid a little in his sneakers. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I knew you’d stalk me down eventually,” Draco replied. He followed Harry out onto the ice and slid along gracefully like he was ice-skating. “How did you get away from the Weasel and the girlfriend?”
“They aren’t my keepers.”
“Aren’t they?” Draco smirked. “Could have fooled me.” He nodded towards the castle. “They’re probably watching.”
“Probably,” Harry agreed. “They figured out a while ago that I’ve been sneaking out to see you.”
“What did they say when they found out?”
“The expected.”
Harry did a couple of run and slides before turning and waiting for Draco to catch up. “Do you think we are far enough away yet?”
“For what?”
“For this.” Harry caught the nape of Draco’s neck with a gloved hand and pressed their lips together.
The kiss was gentle at first, but Draco angled his head, deepening the caress, his tongue tangling and tasting, one of his hands moving to cup Harry’s face. The touch was firm, confident, and their lips parted, allowing Harry to concentrate on kiss-biting a gentle trail from lips to throat, marking Draco with little nips and touches until Draco whimpered and tried to pull Harry up, demanding his lips against his again.
“I missed you,” Draco whispered against Harry’s lips.
Harry groaned low in his throat, breaking the kiss and moving to breathe against Draco’s throat, kissing the pulse there and resting at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “I missed you too.”
***
Prompt #25: Snow Angels
Rating: PG-13
“Snow, snow, snow, snow. Snow, snow, snow, snow.” Draco was chanting.
Harry peered out the front window as he wound his scarf tight around his neck and pulled on his mittens. “Look how perfect it is. I kind of feel bad that we’re going to go out there and ruin it.”
Draco stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms tight around Harry’s waist. “Well, if we’re going to ruin it, we may as well make the ultimate snow angel.”
He grabbed Harry’s shoulders and kissed him hard, loving the way Harry just moved into him, an arm slinking around his waist, the other one over his shoulder. They stood kissing for a moment until Draco pushed him away and took off out the front door. He veered across the front yard and threw himself into the snow, rolling over in time to catch Harry as he landed on top of him.
Laughing, they rolled in the snow, hands roaming over each other, using their bodies to press one another into the snow, the drive, against the front steps.
Finally, Draco got to his feet and scanned his eyes over the expanse of the front yard. What was once smooth fresh snow was now a mess of footprints, and hollows of all shapes and sizes where he and Harry had rolled around. Draco smirked. “That is one fine looking snow angel.”
RATING: Various (PG-13 to NC-17)
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Harry/Draco)
STATUS: Complete - 25 One Shots
PROMPT: Table one @ hd_seasons
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. The following stories are works of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corners if my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Thanks to d_andru and saintgilbert for beta-reading.
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Prompt #1: Secret Santa
Rating: PG-13
Harry stared at the name inscribed on the tiny piece of red paper he held in his hand.
Draco Malfoy.
“Oh shit,” Harry mumbled under his breath.
Ron leaned across the table. “Who did you get?”
Grimacing, Harry passed the paper to Ron who immediately wrinkled his nose like he smelt something horrible. “Bad luck, mate.”
Harry groaned and ran an anxious hand over his face. “What in the hell am I supposed to get Malfoy as a Secret Santa gift?”
“You can’t really go wrong with a bottle of wine,” Ron suggested, digging into the hat and extracting a name from the pool of Ministry workers. He unfolded the paper and read the name stating, “I don’t even know who that is.”
“I’ll swap you,” Harry suggested hopefully.
“No way! I’ll take the mysterious woman over Malfoy any day.”
“Maybe I’ll buy him a shovel,” Harry said thoughtfully.
Ron chuckled. “So he can dig a hole and bury himself?”
“Exactly!”
***
Prompt #2: Hot chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Draco boosted himself up onto the kitchen counter and watched as Harry bustled around the kitchen, taking down two large mugs and spooning half a dozen spoonfuls of chocolate powder into each. He topped them off with milk and shoved both into the microwave before turning his attention back to Draco.
Running his hands down Harry’s sides until his fingers met the hem of his shirt, Draco slowly lifted it off, tossing it onto the floor.
Harry carefully unfastened each button on Draco’s shirt until the garment hung open. As he eased it off Draco’s shoulders one inch at a time, Harry’s lips followed, tenderly licking, nipping, and kissing each newly exposed patch of skin.
Draco sighed, clasping Harry’s face between his hands and lifting it so he could kiss him, their lips slowly caressing each other lazily in the brightness of the kitchen.
The microwave beeped.
Harry stepped away, lips lingering against Draco’s until the very last second.
***
Prompt #3: Christmas crackers
Rating: PG-13
Harry didn’t know where to look. On the one hand, there was the entire Hogwarts faculty, many of whom had consumed far too much eggnog and were starting to resemble that embarrassing family member you desperately try to ignore. On the other hand, there was Malfoy, the only other student to stay at Hogwarts over the Christmas break, who was currently looking mighty pleased with himself.
“You spiked the eggnog, didn’t you?” Harry asked flatly.
Draco smirked. “Maybe.”
Harry eyed the full glass of eggnog in front of him and hesitated only briefly before gulping it down. If he was going to make it through Christmas lunch, then he was going to need some help. The eggnog burned down his throat and Harry spluttered, “You could have made the spiking a little less obvious.”
Draco shrugged and sipped his own drink. “I don’t see anyone complaining.”
The glass refilled and Harry downed the second glass. “Should we play a drinking game?”
Draco nodded and scanned his eyes along the elaborately decorated table. “Okay, we drink the next time Flitwick falls off his chair.”
Draco had barely even finished the sentence when poor Professor Flitwick toppled off his chair. Harry and Draco both lifted their glasses and downed the contents.
“All right.” Harry gazed around the room for inspiration. “The next time someone pulls a-”
BANG!
“-Christmas cracker,” Harry finished awkwardly.
They drank.
Half an hour later, they were both slumped in their chairs.
“This is very embarrassing,” Draco drawled as his glass refilled. “When everyone comes back to school they’ll ask how my Christmas was, and I’ll have to tell them I spent the day getting drunk with the Boy-Who-Lived.”
“Could be worse,” Harry mused. He stretched his legs out under the table and pulled a cracker with himself. It exploded with a bang and several butterflies burst from the cloud of smoke. Harry watched them disappear before returning his attention to Draco. “You could be spending the day with me stone cold sober.”
Draco lifted his goblet. “True. Cheers to getting smashed with the faculty.”
Harry merrily clinked their glasses together.
***
Prompt #4: Naughty or Nice
Rating: NC-17
“Draco.” Harry leaned close to his ear, whispering his name.
Remaining still, Draco felt his jeans begin to tighten.
Harry threaded his fingers into Draco’s soft blond hair and pressed their lips together. Before he could think, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, gripping his shirt. When he felt the velvet heat of Harry’s tongue, Draco opened his mouth, a moan escaping as he invited Harry inside. The warmth, the heat... He fell back on the bed, Harry lying above him and moving.
Oh Merlin, the movement. He couldn’t stay still, joining Harry’s rhythm. Scrabbling at the back of Harry’s shirt, Draco tried to pull it upward, wanting to touch, feel more. Harry quickly broke off the on-going attack on Draco’s lips, whipped off his shirt, and threw it off the bed, helping Draco do the same.
When Harry crashed their lips and bodies together, Draco couldn’t hold back any longer. Arching his back, he shoved his hand into the back of Harry’s pants, losing control, giving Harry’s arse a squeeze. “Take them off,” Draco demanded as the rutting quickened.
“Harry, are you okay? I thought I heard someone yelling for help.” Hermione opened the unlocked door. A lesson they would both remember for the rest of their lives. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Hermione squealed. She covered her eyes quickly and hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Harry bit his hip and met Draco’s eyes. “Did that ruin the mood?”
Draco considered it before replying, “Nah.”
Their lips crashed back together.
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Prompt #5: Snow
Rating: PG-13
Harry slid his hands into the pockets of his coat and tucked his chin under his scarf. It was almost ridiculously chilly and he was beginning to wonder why he had bothered to leave the toasty warmth of his London apartment.
Despite the cold, it was a gorgeous night; it had been snowing for the majority of the afternoon and the soft flakes continued to drift down from the heavens, fluttering lightly to land in his hair and on the tips of his eyelashes.
Harry could see Big Ben in the distance, looming gracefully over the Thames. If it were any other night, Harry might have taken a walk along the river, listened to the carollers, and simply faded into the background of the hundreds of Muggles that raced through the streets to make their dinner reservations and entertainment for the evening. Instead, Harry turned away from the Houses of Parliament and made his way towards St Paul’s Cathedral, turning left when he reached the immense structure and walked out along the Millennium Bridge.
Up ahead, a blond figure dressed all in black stood against the rail, looking out over the water. Harry wasn’t close enough to discern his expression, but he imagined Draco’s face would be one of impatient tolerance. Eighty percent would be for show, the remaining twenty would be on display merely to annoy Harry.
Smiling softly, Harry weaved in and out of tourists until he sidled up beside Draco, nudging his shoulder with his own. “Hey.”
Draco looked at him, cheeks pink, and eyes bright from the cold. “Hey.”
Slipping his arms firmly around Draco’s neck, Harry stepped close and hugged him tight. “Hi.”
Draco groaned softly. His arms banded around Harry to keep him from escaping. One hand splayed across the middle of Harry’s back; the other slid down the curve of his lower back and rested just above the swell of his arse. Strong fingers kneaded the area through the worn denim of his jeans. “Why did you want to meet here?” Draco murmured into Harry’s ear. “I want you.”
Harry sighed.
Draco yanked him even closer, pressing two confined erections against each other.
The sigh escalated into a moan. “I thought we could go for a walk. In retrospect, it was a really stupid idea.”
“Exceedingly stupid,” Draco chuckled, catching Harry’s earlobe between his teeth. “Let’s get out of here before I maul you in front of the Muggles.”
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Prompt #6: Sitting by the Fire
Rating: NC-17
Harry had never been one for paying attention to clothes- he figured you were either naked, dressed, or wearing enough clothes to protect you from the ice age- but he knew that if he were ever to say he’d seen a look that was fit to be called ‘Fuck-Me-Now-Wear’ this was it.
Draco sat down sideways in the lounge chair, one leg hooked over the arm. Harry stared. Bare feet. Jeans faded from wear and too many washes, low slung with a button fly. Top button gone. That was it. A lot of skin showing, tight and smooth over lean muscles.
“Are you going to sit all the way over there?” Harry asked quietly. He was sprawled out on the couch in front of the fire, basking by the flames like a cat.
Draco smirked as he stood and moved to the couch. He didn’t even sit down next to Harry, just straddled his hips, and sat on him, grinding their cocks together. “You want me, Potter?” he asked as he bent to lick Harry’s neck from collarbone to ear.
“Always.” Harry hardly knew his own voice, tight and hoarse with need.
Draco kissed him, their hips moving hard and fast as they rocked together on the couch. Harry let his tongue slide with Draco’s and moaned. Draco moaned as well, and shifted his weight back a little, his hands yanking off Harry’s shirt and sweeping up his body in a feather-light touch that had Harry arching forward, needing more.
Harry broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath, but Draco was too fast. Lips and tongue worked at Harry’s neck and Draco lifted up his legs, knees on either side of his hips, hands pushing into Harry’s pants with determination.
Harry groaned and leaned to the side, pulling Draco with him until they were lying on the couch, Harry on top. Draco’s hands slid around his hips to his arse and pushed down hard, rubbing their cocks together, dry humping like they were teens doing this for the first time. Harry’s balls ached and every thrust had him grunting.
Draco sucked on his tongue, every thrust of his cock echoed in the steady, hot suction. Harry could feel Draco’s legs tense beneath him and trembles ran up his own spine when Draco clutched at his arse and bucked against him. Draco groaned and broke the kiss, his head falling back on the couch as he cried out. Harry felt heat spreading between them, and added his own, coming in shuddering jerks.
His head dropped down and he gasped for breath, finally just laying his head down on Draco’s chest. Hands stroked his back, tracing up and down his sides, and Harry let the gentle motions and the heat of the fire lull him into a doze.
***
Prompt #7: Ornament
Rating: NC-17
“What do you think?”
Harry looked up to see Draco holding a tiny red dildo by a string. Harry blinked and then blinked again before spluttering, “Draco, we can’t put dildos on our Christmas tree.”
“Why not?” Draco smirked. He tapped the dildo with his wand and it flickered from red to green and back again. “It’s perfect.”
On the one hand, Harry wanted to argue that Christmas trees were traditional and should be decorated with traditional items, like candy canes and baubles; but on the other hand, nothing about their relationship was normal, so why shouldn’t their tree be a little out of the ordinary?
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine. But you better cast some sort of Concealment Charm in case we get visitors.”
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Prompt #8: Wish list
Rating: PG-13
Draco slipped into the apartment just after midday. The scent of pine cleaner filled the air, and he peeked around the corner into the small kitchen. Harry sat at the kitchen table with his bare back to him, flipping through one of the catalogues that were constantly being delivered both by owl and Muggle post.
He watched Harry, just enjoying the moment. The firm muscles of his back and broad shoulders. An ache grew in his chest and he pulled his eyes away. Harry had said three days. Was there so little time left? He considered looking but couldn’t bear the thought of him being right. Three days wasn’t long enough.
“When did you get home?”
Draco jerked his attention back to Harry. Home. He had said home. Was this his home too? Did he have a home here?
“Just now. What are you doing?”
Harry held up the large stack of catalogues in both hands, before letting them fall back to the table with a thud. He grinned. “I’m writing my Christmas list.”
“To Santa?” Draco asked, amused.
“Nope, to you.”
“Really?” Draco crossed the room. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Harry’s head, before sliding into the seat across the table. “Let’s see it then.”
Harry slid a single sheet of paper across the table. The list had twenty or so dot points down the side of the page and each point said the same thing.
COME WITH ME!
COME WITH ME!
COME WITH ME!
Draco grimaced. “Harry-”
“Please, Draco,” Harry cut in quickly. “I go to the Weasley’s for Christmas every year. It’s tradition and it’s important to me, so please come. This is our first Christmas together; I want it to be one to remember.”
“Christmas at the Weasleys’? Oh, I imagine that will be quite memorable whether I’m there or not,” Draco drawled.
Harry stared at him calmly. “It’s the only thing I want, Draco. You told me you’d get me anything I wanted for Christmas.”
“Yeah, I meant material things, Potter,” Draco moaned.,“like a new broomstick or a year’s subscription to Witch Weekly. Not a week of torture with the Weasel.”
Harry just looked at him.
Draco groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go with you to the Weasel’s for Christmas.”
Harry grinned.
“But I’m not going to like it.”
“That’s fine.”
“And I reserve the right to mutter amazingly horrible things under my breath at all hours of the day.”
“Fine.”
“And I’m not singing Christmas carols.”
Harry smiled. “Okay.”
“And I refuse to participate in any silly holiday games, which include, but are not limited to, snow ball fights, charades, chess, gobstones, or that game where you put your hands and feet on coloured circles.”
Harry was almost grinning by now. “Fine, anything else?”
“Yes.” Draco lifted his chin, “I’ll need Mrs Weasley’s measurements.”
Harry blinked. “What for?”
“Well, I can’t very well turn up without a gift, can I?”
***
Prompt #9: Presents
Rating: NC-17
Harry awoke with the sunlight shining in on him. At first, it took a moment to remember exactly where he was. Then he caught sight of the mismatched bedding and orange walls and remembered he was at the Weasley’s house.
Kissing the top of Draco’s head, Harry leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace he knew came from all the pieces finally sliding neatly together.
Before he was able to fall back asleep, his eyes shot open when a warm hand wrapped around his morning wood. “Oh,” he breathed.
Draco’s hand was performing magic, ministering to his cock both gently and firmly, alternating the touch and driving Harry crazy. Harry thrust once, twice, and then shot into the waiting hand. “Ahhh, Draco.”
Draco smirked as he licked his fingertips. “Merry Christmas.”
Chuckling as he panted, Harry’s breathing slowly returned to normal. “Was that my present?” He reached down to discover Draco had removed his briefs sometime during the night. moistening his hand with his own come, Harry ran his fingers over Draco’s long cock.
“One of your presents,” Draco whispered, “Harry, I won’t last.”
“That’s okay, neither did I.” Rolling Draco onto his back, Harry continued stroking his stiff cock while he alternately nipped, licked, and kissed Draco’s neck.
Harry loved listening to the sounds Draco was making. Writhing beneath him, Draco dug his nails into Harry’s shoulders, pulling him closer, crashing their lips together as he shuddered through his orgasm.
Enveloping Draco in his arms, Harry felt Draco return the embrace. The two held one another, kissing and touching, unwilling to break apart.
“Merry Christmas, Draco.”
***
Prompt #10: Snowball Fight
Rating: PG-13
The annual Hogwarts snowball fight was still in full swing. Harry could hear the shrieks and laughter of hundreds of students drifting across the grounds. He had participated in the snowball fight until his clothes were wet and he couldn’t bear the idea of rolling another snowball. He had run into Draco somewhere along the way, and the two of them had retreated to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest where he and Draco were sprawled out in the snow, uncaring about anything else but each other.
He reached out, held Draco’s face with his hands, and kissed him gently. Draco’s clothes were wet and both of them were shivering and shaking, but neither of them paid any attention, just pressing closer and closer together to share what body heat they had left.
Harry pressed himself tight against Draco’s warmth, running his tongue up Draco’s neck, catching stray snowflakes on his journey to his mouth. He clutched at Draco’s shoulders for support as their lips met, tongues delving deep into each other’s mouths.
“Draco,” Harry finally whispered, pulling back for air.
“Hmm?”
“I’m cold.”
Chuckling, Draco pressed cool lips to Harry’s forehead. “Let’s go inside.”
***
Prompt #11: Stockings
Rating: PG-13
“I think we should have two stockings each.”
“Why?”
“Because, two stockings over a fireplace look kind of lonely. Look at them, just hanging there all by themselves.”
“They’re stockings. Stockings can’t be lonely.”
“Our stockings are.”
“How can you tell?”
“I just can. Look at them. Can you honestly tell me they don’t look a little lonely?”
“They look like stockings.”
“Lonely stockings.”
“Fine, well maybe we should have three stockings each then.”
“That just makes us look desperate.”
A pause. “You know- there won’t be two stockings there forever. Maybe one day there will be three or four or five.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.”
***
Prompt #12: Traditions
Rating: PG-13
“What in the world?”
The voice was bewildered and more than a little horrified. Harry looked up from the stack of gifts around the tree to see Draco pulling a bright green lumpy jumper from a large stack of wrapping paper. He held the jumper up in front of him and wrinkled his nose in distaste. “What is it?”
Harry smiled. “Mrs Weasley knitted you a jumper.”
“Why would she do that?”
“It’s tradition. Mrs Weasley always knits everyone a jumper. Look-” Harry sorted through the stack of gifts, extracting his own package. He tore it open quickly and held a navy blue jumper up for Draco to see.
“Oh Merlin, it’s hideous,” Draco moaned. “I’m not supposed to wear this am I? She couldn’t possibly be offended if I don’t.”
Harry pulled his jumper on over his head. “It’s tradition, Draco.”
Grumbling Draco pulled on the jumper. After all, it was tradition. The fact that the jumper was lovely and warm had nothing to do with it, nothing at all.
***
Prompt #13: Candy Cane
Rating: NC-17
“The Erumpent Potion is a potion made from Erumpent parts. These include but are not limited to the horn and tail. It is highly explosive when it touches or is touched by an outside source-”
Harry stifled a yawn and rested his cheek in his palm as Snape continued to drone on. It was coming into the second hour of Potions and Harry had already forgotten what Snape had been talking about in the first hour. It was difficult to concentrate, the classroom was cold, and whilst the dungeons were cold in general, Harry was pretty sure Snape cast extra Chilling Charms just to keep them all on the edge of uncomfortable.
The sudden crinkle of plastic caught his attention and Harry glanced across the room to see Malfoy unwrapping a candy cane. It was green and white striped and Harry rolled his eyes; of course, Malfoy would have a Slytherin themed candy cane. In between the candy cane and the green scarf around his neck, Malfoy looked like the very snake that he was.
Harry watched as Malfoy popped the candy cane into his mouth and sucked on it lazily whilst taking notes. He pulled the candy from his mouth and licked his sticky lips before extending his tongue and licking up the length of the stick. It took Harry a moment to realise he was staring, but he couldn’t look away, not when Malfoy was easing the candy cane back into his mouth.
Harry nearly groaned when, once again, Malfoy’s tongue ran over the green and white holiday treat. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Malfoy was doing the whole thing on purpose. He’d been sitting there for ten minutes straight, taking notes and sucking slowly on the sticky candy, whittling it down to a fine point, capturing Harry’s attention much more effectively than Snape was.
Tearing his eyes away, Harry forced himself to take a page of notes. As he flipped over to the next page in his notebook, his eyes travelled back over to Malfoy. His heartbeat quickened and his mouth went dry at the sight of the Slytherin, licking his hand where some of the sticky substance had dribbled down the side.
As Harry watched, Malfoy’s gaze slid across the classroom and their eyes locked. Malfoy looked vaguely surprised to find Harry watching him, his eyes widened ever so slightly before he smirked around the candy. Holding Harry’s eyes, he sucked at the candy cane so hard his cheek hollowed and bumped the end of the cane into his cheek.
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
Malfoy winked and returned his attention to Snape.
***
Prompt #14: Fairy Lights
Rating: PG-13
A cold gust of wind kicked up and Draco hunched a little closer into his jacket. The night was clear and cold, and, although it was only a little after six o’clock, the short December days meant that it had been dark for a while.
“Harry, have you found them yet? I’m freezing my arse off out here!” Draco complained.
“Hang on!” Harry’s voice was slightly muffled. Draco took a couple more steps into the garage and bounced on the balls of his feet. Several feet above him, Harry was moving box after box until finally with a triumphant shout he extracted one marked FAIRY LIGHTS.
“Here.” Harry pushed the box off the edge of the loft and Draco stepped forward quickly to catch it. He flicked the lid open curiously and stared down at the tangled mess of cords and tiny coloured bulbs.
“We should probably just buy new lights,” Draco said.
“We said that last year, and the two years before that.” Harry reminded him, descending the ladder. “That’s why we have a box of tangled lights because every year we’re always too lazy to untangle them.”
“It’s a Christmas tradition.” Draco smirked. He replaced the lid and held out a hand until Harry reached out and twined their gloved fingers together. “I’ll make you a deal. We spend half an hour trying to untangle these lights. If at the end of that half hour, they’re still a mess we give up, go to bed, and buy new ones tomorrow. Deal?”
Harry grinned, leaning forward and kissing Draco softly. “Deal.”
***
Prompt #15: Christmas Pudding
Rating: PG-13
“Christmas pudding, Harry?”
Harry glanced across the table and smiled at Molly. “Just custard if that’s okay, Mrs Weasley.”
“Just custard?” she repeated, horrified. “Why would you want just custard? Arthur, did you hear that, Harry just wants custard!”
Harry smothered a smile. “It’s a personal preference. I like my custard on its own.”
“How odd,” Molly breathed. She relented in the end and slid a large bowl of custard across the table to Harry. “And Draco, where is he?”
Harry glanced over his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure he went to the loo.”
“Oh yes. I’ll make him up another plate, that boy needs fattening up. He’s too skinny, your Draco. Oh, here he is. Christmas pudding, Draco?”
Draco slid back into his seat beside Harry and nodded politely. “That would be great. Just custard thanks.”
***
Prompt #16: Decorating
Rating: PG-13
Harry stretched up on tiptoe and hung the last piece of mistletoe above the kitchen doorway. He stepped back and glanced at Draco who was sitting cross-legged on the floor sorting through a huge box of miscellaneous decorations. “What do you think?”
Draco wrapped a long piece of red tinsel around his neck. “I think the tinsel monster has vomited all over our house. Look at this.” He held up his hands which were covered in silver glitter. “How in the world did we accumulate so many decorations? How is it even possible to have this much stuff?”
“Because.” Harry smiled, taking a long piece of tinsel from the box and beginning to wrap it around the banister. “Our first Christmas together, George convinced you that decorating naked was a Muggle custom.”
“You know, if you wanted to keep me naked, you didn’t have to keep buying decorations,” Draco teased. “You could have just asked.”
Harry laughed and chucked a stray piece of mistletoe at him.
“Why didn’t we keep that tradition anyway?” Draco asked as he stood and walked over to Harry. “Granted, it was a fake tradition, but we could have made it work.”
“We could always re-adopt it?”
“In that case, take your clothes off, Potter.”
***
Prompt #17: Ice
Rating: PG-13
It was still early when Harry yawned and shuffled downstairs to the living room. “Morning,” he called sleepily to Draco who was sitting by the window seat, staring out into the front yard.
“Morning,” Draco called back.
“Do you want some coffee?” Harry asked, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Of course.”
Making up two cups, Harry carried them back through to the living room and slid onto the window seat next to Draco. He passed the second cup to Draco and settled back against the window, yawning again before sipping at the hot liquid.
“There’s ice all over the footpath,” Draco observed. “Is that a good enough reason to skip work?”
Harry glanced outside curiously. It was a miserable day, cloudy and dreary and no doubt freezing cold. “You take the Floo Network to work.”
“I know that. You know that. But no one else needs to know that.”
Harry smiled softly.
“Besides,” Draco continued, “it’s cold and miserable and Christmas is coming. Who wants to go to work at this time of year?”
“So you’re going to owl your boss and tell him you can’t come to work because there’s ice on the road?”
Draco’s eyes sparkled. “That is exactly what I’m going to do.”
***
Prompt #18: Yule Ball
Rating: NC-17
Harry closed the door as soon as they entered the deserted classroom, flipped the lock, and pressed Draco against the door, crashing their lips together. It was the evening of the Yule Ball and Harry only wanted to be in one place with one person, and that was not the Great Hall surrounded by hundreds of fellow students. Draco tasted like the perfect blend of winter air, Christmas spices, and something more. It didn’t matter what it was. Harry wanted it; he was hungry for him.
Pressing back, Draco explored Harry’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Harry as he pushed his tongue inside. Harry felt a sound escape his throat; his reaction more intense than he’d expected.
Harry slid his hands into Draco’s dress robes. He immediately started to deftly unbutton the garment, exposing the beautiful, fair skin underneath.
Taking a step back, Harry gazed at Draco’s heaving chest, leaning in to lick and suck each nipple, moving from one to the other, over and over. Sometimes moving away from one, only to return to it immediately, keeping Draco guessing as to which nub he would attack next. Draco moaned, threading his fingers through Harry’s hair as the onslaught continued.
“Let’s get out of here,” Draco panted, gripping Harry by the hair and pulling him back. “My dorm will be empty.”
“They’ll notice we’re gone,” Harry whispered as he continued rubbing his hands over his entire upper body.
“I don’t care.” Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s and spoke through kisses. “I just want to be with you.”
***
Prompt #19: Firewhisky
Rating: PG-13
“Drink.”
Harry took a deep breath and knocked back the shot of Firewhiskey. It burnt down his throat like wildfire and he spluttered coughing smoke rings across the room. “Bloody hell, that is awful!”
Malfoy flipped the hourglass over and refilled their shot glasses. They both watched the sand run quickly down the tiny funnel. The second the last grain of sand disappeared and they both took another shot.
Harry coughed and held his glass out for a refill. “Why are we doing this again?”
“Because it’s the Christmas holidays and we’re stuck in each other’s company,” Malfoy drawled. “So, instead of killing each other like we probably should, we’re going to get royally pissed and pretend this entire holiday never even existed. Drink.”
Harry swallowed the fiery liquid and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “Fuck that is horrible.”
It probably wasn’t the most appropriate place for a drinking game. They were sprawled out in the corridor on the fourth floor, sitting with their backs against the cold, stone wall, a bottle of Firewhiskey and two shot glasses between them. It wasn’t necessarily allowed, but considering they were the only two students left at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays, Harry figured the teachers were happy enough that he and Draco were in the same room, let alone drinking together.
“Drink.”
It was going to be a very long night and an even longer morning.
***
Prompt #20: Scarf
Rating: PG-13
Harry stood back and watched Draco shrug on his coat and slide his hands into his mittens. It was late, so late it was almost early, and Draco was finally leaving so he could make it back to his parents’ house in time for Christmas morning.
Stepping forward Harry buttoned Draco’s coat for him, fingers moving deftly over the elegant buttons. “Are you sure you have to leave?” Harry asked. He lifted his eyes to Draco’s and held them for several long moments before reaching out and grabbing Draco’s navy blue scarf from the coat rack.
“Unfortunately,” Draco said, bending his head forward ever so slightly and letting Harry wrap his scarf around his neck. “Mother is insistent that we open presents together as a family.”
“I don’t want you to go,” Harry murmured, tucking the ends of the scarf into the front of Draco’s coat.
“I know,” Draco agreed. He cupped Harry’s face between his warm dark mittens and pressed their foreheads together. “But I’ll meet you tomorrow night, okay?”
“At the Weasleys?” Harry smiled.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Yes, at the Weasleys. Do you think their Floo will let me through or kick me out by default?”
Harry smiled and tugged playfully at Draco’s scarf. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Draco let out a heavy breath. “Okay. Give me a hug.”
They wrapped their arms tightly around each other and squeezed tight. “Have a good day, okay?” Harry murmured.
“I will. You too. Merry Christmas, Harry.”
“Merry Christmas, Draco.”
***
Prompt #21: Christmas Dinner
Rating: NC-17
Harry wished he were alone, elsewhere, with Draco. Anywhere but at the Ministry of Magic’s annual Christmas party, hundreds of guests thronged around them. He didn’t know everyone on a personal basis, but he knew he had spoken to the majority of them on more than one occasion.
Mingling with a bunch of people, especially if he didn’t know them, always made him feel nervous. After circulating and greeting everyone he knew, he zeroed in on one of the chairs at the long dinner tables. Those who were acquainted with him understood and didn’t make a big deal of it.
The guests mingled, networked and chattered around him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Draco asked, slipping into the chair next to Harrys.
“Immensely,” he replied, giving Draco a quick peck on his cheek.
Draco wiggled his hand under Harry’s bum and pinched his balls.
“Stop that.”
“All right, spoil sport,” Draco replied, giving Harry’s balls another quick squeeze before removing his hand. Seeing a waiter with a tray filled with champagne glasses, Draco waved him over. He took two glasses.
“Here you go, baby,” Draco said as their glasses clicked together. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” Harry gave Draco a quick kiss on the lips and sipped his champagne. “I wish we were alone right now,” Harry told him.
“I bet you’d love the burning sensation if I sucked your cock after I drank champagne,” Draco whispered. “Maybe we can sneak into my office after dinner and see.”
Harry rubbed his nose against Draco’s then pressed his lips against him once again.
“All right, you two,” Ron said, walking toward them. “No lovey-dovey stuff at the staff Christmas party.” He grabbed Harry in a headlock and smacked a kiss down against his hair. “I’m the only one who can give kisses around here.” He turned to Draco.
Draco’s eyes widened. “Don’t even think about it, Weasley.”
Ron opened his arms and took a teasing step forward. “C’mon, Malfoy. It’s Christmas.”
Draco ran like the hounds of hell were after him, leaving Harry and Ron laughing behind.
***
Prompt #22: Carols
Rating: PG-13
Harry took the salad bowl out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. He glanced at the clock on the microwave for the fifth time. It was already fifteen minutes past seven and no sign of Draco.
The doorbell rang and he closed his eyes in ridiculous relief. He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to answer his front door.
“You’re late-” Harry said, but was cut off quickly; it wasn’t Draco at his door; it was a group of young children in Christmas jumpers.
“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,” they started to sing in harmony.
Oh. Harry had always found door-to-door carollers vaguely awkward. He never knew where to look, never knew how to react to a bunch of kids breaking into song on his doorstep. Tucking his hands into the pocket of his jeans, Harry tried to look pleasantly entertained. Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and Harry glanced over the caroller’s shoulders to see Draco strolling up the path smirking broadly.
Harry returned his attention to the kids as the carol ended, and he clapped politely placing some money in their collection tin. “Thank you, that was very nice. Happy Christmas.”
They thanked him profusely and scurried off, passing Draco who was still smirking. “You were just serenaded by a bunch of ten-year-olds,” he laughed.
“It’s a Muggle tradition,” Harry said leaning against the door frame. “You’re late.”
“No I’m not. What are we having?”
“Having?”
Draco gave him a quizzical smile. “For dinner.”
“Oh.” Harry stared at Draco’s lips, already forgetting the question, having already forgot why he was bothered.
“Hey, Harry?” Draco frowned and came to stand within inches of him. He waved his hand in front of Harry’s face. “Earth to Harry.”
“Fish and salad,” he forced himself to say. Almost of its own free will, his hand went to the back of Draco’s neck, pulling him closer. Forgetting all about dinner and everything else, he grasped Draco’s chin in his free hand and crushed his mouth under his.
Draco gasped and mumbled, “Dinner?”
“Later,” Harry insisted, fusing their mouths back together and pulling Draco over the threshold.
***
Prompt #23: Shopping
Rating: NC-17
“I hate shopping,” Draco complained as Harry dragged him into yet another store.
“What are you talking about? You love shopping.”
“Yes, I do. But not at Christmas time. Christmas shopping is horrible. There are way too many people, every single store plays increasingly horrible Christmas carols, and everyone is so festive. It’s nauseating.”
“We only have a couple of things left to do. Didn’t you want to buy a present for Mrs Weasley?”
“Yes, but I want to buy her new robes. I won’t find those in a Muggle shopping centre.” Draco stopped by a rack of Christmas decorations and pouted. “Harry,” he whined.
“Draco,” Harry laughed at his pout. “I’m not going to bribe you to be good like a three-year-old.”
“Why not?” He followed Harry around the store, “I respond extremely well to bribes. My father used to bribe me with gifts. My mother bribed me with clothes.”
Harry stopped and turned to face Draco. “Fine, if you stop complaining and let me finish my shopping, I’ll drag you into a dressing room, and...” he lowered his voice, “give you a blow job.”
Draco lifted an eyebrow. “Potter, I am impressed by your proposition.”
“Do we have a deal?”
“Give me the blow job first, and then I’ll be good.”
Harry laughed. “That isn’t the way a bribe works.”
“But see, I’m older and wiser now, and capable of negotiation.” Draco stepped closer to Harry, smiling seductively. “Take me to a dressing room, Potter. Or I’m going to grope you in front of all these innocent bystanders.”
“Are you blackmailing me now?”
“Yes,” Draco smirked. “I most certainly am.”
“Fine.” Harry glanced over his shoulder for onlookers before grabbing Draco’s hand yanking him to the back of the store. He shoved Draco quickly into one of the vacant changing rooms, and without looking, he reached for the doorknob and turned the lock. Once they were secure in the tiny room, Harry spun around and shoved Draco up against the door. With slow deliberation, Harry pressed his body up against Draco’s and kissed him. Draco grabbed Harry’s face and kissed him back, tongue slipping into Harry’s mouth and dancing against Harry’s.
Draco broke the kiss with a breath. “Are we really going to do this in a changing room?”
“Should I stop?” Harry asked.
“No.”
Harry leaned forward for more kissing, pressing Draco back against the door harder. He held the very tip of Draco’s cock, pinching it and twisting it gently between his index finger and thumb. Draco sucked on Harry’s tongue in his mouth, spreading his stance and holding onto Harry’s arse.
When Harry knelt down on the floor, Draco nearly swooned. Harry stroked the length of Draco’s cock softly and handled his balls, which were soft and pliable in the heat of the room.
Just as Draco was able to calm down and breathe normally, Harry gripped the base of his cock and drew it deeply into his mouth.
Draco whimpered and clutched at the door behind him. He watched, unable to look away and not wanting to. Harry framed his cock in both hands, allowing it to protrude between them. Little sucking noises accompanied Harry’s head bobbing up and down.
Draco leant back against the door and closed his eyes. Voices from outside the doorway, laughter, people coming and going with piles of clothing or using their mobile phones were just muffled noise. All Draco could hear distinctly was his and Harry’s breathing.
The attention Harry was paying to his dick at the moment was not to get him to come. It was to enjoy it, and both Draco and Harry were enjoying the light licking and sucking.
Harry’s hands drifted gently over Draco’s arse cheeks as he continued to suck the head of Draco’s dick, slowly, circling his tongue around the tip and drawing hard suction.
The relaxing sensation began to morph into an urge to orgasm. Draco used both his hands to caress Harry, trying to let him know how much he was enjoying the blow job when the location was forcing him to be quiet.
Harry increased his depth and speed. The delicate licking soon became a heated act of lust. When Harry opened his bright green eyes and they connected, Draco felt his crotch surge with pleasure. He had no doubt he leaked pre-cum he was so excited.
The urge to climax began in Draco in earnest. He sighed and cupped Harry’s cheek as Harry bobbed up and down on his cock, using one hand to jerk the base and the other to rub hot friction under his balls.
Draco clenched his jaw and was sent plummeting over the edge. The pleasure that raced from his arse to the tip of his cock was delicious and lasted nicely as Harry continued to work him top and bottom. Harry milked him strongly; just as hard as Draco liked it and continued to pull on his cock for a little longer, drawing out the tiny aftershocks.
Harry released Draco’s cock and glanced up at him, smiling. “See, Christmas shopping can be fun.”
***
Prompt #24: Ice-Skating
Rating: PG-13
Harry spotted the blond-haired figure from Gryffindor Tower. Making his excuses to Ron and Hermione, he quickly donned his cloak and gloves, and slipped out the portrait hole. The castle was relatively empty and Harry made his way quickly through the halls and down the marble staircase to creep carefully out the front doors.
It was cold outside. The snow was shin deep and Harry trudged through it awkwardly, erasing his footprints by wand as he made his was across the grounds to the Black Lake.
Draco was standing on the edge of the frozen lake, hands tucked deep into the pockets of his coat, breath puffing out in soft clouds before drifting away with the wind. He turned the moment he heard Harry’s approach and lifted an eyebrow. “You do realise that you’re willingly walking towards me in full view of the castle.”
Harry erased the last of his footprints and shrugged. “I don’t care.” He stepped carefully out onto the ice and slid a little in his sneakers. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I knew you’d stalk me down eventually,” Draco replied. He followed Harry out onto the ice and slid along gracefully like he was ice-skating. “How did you get away from the Weasel and the girlfriend?”
“They aren’t my keepers.”
“Aren’t they?” Draco smirked. “Could have fooled me.” He nodded towards the castle. “They’re probably watching.”
“Probably,” Harry agreed. “They figured out a while ago that I’ve been sneaking out to see you.”
“What did they say when they found out?”
“The expected.”
Harry did a couple of run and slides before turning and waiting for Draco to catch up. “Do you think we are far enough away yet?”
“For what?”
“For this.” Harry caught the nape of Draco’s neck with a gloved hand and pressed their lips together.
The kiss was gentle at first, but Draco angled his head, deepening the caress, his tongue tangling and tasting, one of his hands moving to cup Harry’s face. The touch was firm, confident, and their lips parted, allowing Harry to concentrate on kiss-biting a gentle trail from lips to throat, marking Draco with little nips and touches until Draco whimpered and tried to pull Harry up, demanding his lips against his again.
“I missed you,” Draco whispered against Harry’s lips.
Harry groaned low in his throat, breaking the kiss and moving to breathe against Draco’s throat, kissing the pulse there and resting at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “I missed you too.”
***
Prompt #25: Snow Angels
Rating: PG-13
“Snow, snow, snow, snow. Snow, snow, snow, snow.” Draco was chanting.
Harry peered out the front window as he wound his scarf tight around his neck and pulled on his mittens. “Look how perfect it is. I kind of feel bad that we’re going to go out there and ruin it.”
Draco stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms tight around Harry’s waist. “Well, if we’re going to ruin it, we may as well make the ultimate snow angel.”
He grabbed Harry’s shoulders and kissed him hard, loving the way Harry just moved into him, an arm slinking around his waist, the other one over his shoulder. They stood kissing for a moment until Draco pushed him away and took off out the front door. He veered across the front yard and threw himself into the snow, rolling over in time to catch Harry as he landed on top of him.
Laughing, they rolled in the snow, hands roaming over each other, using their bodies to press one another into the snow, the drive, against the front steps.
Finally, Draco got to his feet and scanned his eyes over the expanse of the front yard. What was once smooth fresh snow was now a mess of footprints, and hollows of all shapes and sizes where he and Harry had rolled around. Draco smirked. “That is one fine looking snow angel.”