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alisanneTitle: The Advent Calendar - Past, Present, Future
Author:alisanne
Word count: 1410
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas Past/Present/Future.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 5 of The Advent Calendar Series (LJ/IJ/DW)
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The Advent Calendar - Past, Present, Future
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Spots were starting to form before Harry’s eyes as the tinsel choked him. His struggles started to lessen as the lack of air took its toll. Is this it? he thought hazily. Am I going to die in a sodding Advent calendar? Blinking, he realised something was in front of him. Draco? Harry was beginning to black out, but he could have sworn Draco was...flying? Impossible.
Even if it was some sort hallucination, it was a convincing one. Draco, his hair whipping about his face, his eyes lit with an unholy, vengeful light, was hovering several feet off the ground, facing Harry in the tree. He almost seemed to be glowing, and in one hand he carried a lit candle.
Blue lightning came from his other hand, striking the tinsel. It sizzled, falling away from Harry’s neck and face. Closing his eyes, Harry gulped the air greedily.
The buzzing in Harry’s ears lessened and he could hear Draco chanting. Harry didn’t recognise the words, but whatever he was doing it was working. The rest of the tinsel was loosening.
Harry managed to get his wand from his pocket, but before he could do anything with it, Draco, still chanting, was reaching for him, pulling tinsel off him. “Thanks,” he gasped, still gulping air.
Draco inclined his head, but he didn’t stop chanting. Handing Harry the candle, he raised both hands in an unmistakably threatening gesture.
It was as if the tree understood, because within seconds, Harry was completely free. He began to fall and Draco, with a muttered oath, stopped mid-chant and, grabbing him, gently lowering him to the ground.
Harry stumbled, only managing to stay upright by clinging to Draco. “Thanks.”
Draco looked into his eyes. “Are you all right?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, thanks to you. Any longer and I could have bought it, though.” He turned to look up at the tree. “If it’s all the same to you, can we move away from here?”
“Good idea.” Draco reclaimed the candle. “I’m pretty sure we came from that direction,” he gestured behind them, “so maybe we should skirt this tree and keep going.”
“Right.” Harry gave the tree a wide berth as they walked, relaxing once they were beyond reach of the tinsel. “So you can fly now?”
“Just one of the many useful skills I’ve picked up during my training.”
“Yeah.” Harry smiled. “Dead useful. Is it a trade secret or can you teach non-Unspeakables?”
Draco hummed. “It’s something anyone can do if properly taught.” He glanced at Harry, his expression almost amused. “Even you. Probably.”
Harry snorted. “Thanks.”
“So what happened?” Draco asked as they continued walking. “Did you provoke it or something?”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t think so. I just touched the tinsel and it tried to eat me.”
Draco smirked. “Maybe it was hungry.” He hummed. “Although I suppose I can’t fault its taste.”
Harry gaped at him. “That...was that a compliment?” He stared at Draco. Something’s changed. He’s more...open.
Draco shrugged, looking away. “I’ve never denied that you’re attractive.”
And you’re gorgeous. Harry licked his lips and, following his instincts, reached out, clasping Draco’s arm. “We need to talk.”
Draco didn’t pull away, instead he stopped walking, turning to face Harry. “I know.” He sighed. “But we should probably find shelter first. Is it me or does it feel like the temperature’s dropping?”
Slowly, Harry nodded. “It is getting colder,” he said. “And as for shelter--” He pointed into the distance. “Is that a building?”
Draco squinted. “Could be.” He looked at Harry. “Shall we take the chance? It may try to eat us.”
Harry chuckled. “And it may not.”
Draco smiled faintly. “Point.”
They started towards the building, walking side by side, their arms brushing occasionally. Draco didn’t cringe away and, cheered by that, Harry’s mood lightened.
It turned out to be a cottage and after knocking, they found the door unlocked and no one inside. It was sparsely furnished, with only a crude table with a couple of blankets on it, two chairs, a bearskin rug by a large fireplace, and some kitchen cabinets. It was the work of only a moment to light the fire, which, conveniently, had copious amounts of firewood stacked beside it. “What are the chances this is connected to the Floo network?” said Harry, staring down into the fire as he warmed his hands.
Draco, who’d decided to rummage about the kitchen, shook his head. “Slim to none, I’d say.” He held up a packet. “But I did find tea, sugar, and a kettle.”
Harry grinned. “Brilliant.”
Within a few minutes they were both huddled under the blankets, sitting on the bearskin rug by the fire, and sipping tea from mismatched mugs. Harry stretched his legs out and, mug cradled in his hands, said, “So, ready to talk?”
Draco, who had been staring into the candle he’d carried all the way from the tree, slowly dragged his eyes away from it and looked at Harry. “Yes, I think it’s time.”
“I should start,” said Harry. “First, I’m sorry.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “What for?”
“For making you feel like the work you did when we were together was unimportant. For not validating your life choices. For...” He hesitated. “For being jealous of your Unspeakable research and for trying to retaliate by making you jealous of my new Auror partner.”
Draco, who had been looking into his mug, glanced up at Harry then. “You’ve obviously been talking to Granger about this.”
Harry blushed. “Maybe.”
Draco hummed. “You were jealous?”
“Yes.” Harry sighed. “For the first time I wasn’t the sole focus of your attention. It was...weird.”
Draco pursed his lips. “It worked, you know. I was jealous of your Auror partner. You seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with him. It...bothered me.”
“He’s married,” said Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You left that bit out.”
“I know.” Harry sighed. “When you left I was just so angry that I thought maybe we weren’t meant to be. But the longer you stayed away the more I missed you. Last Christmas without you was horrid.”
Draco leaned forward. “I missed you, too.” He bit his bottom lip. “This Christmas past I spent in the laboratory in Switzerland, and all I could do was wonder what you were doing.”
“I was wondering what you were doing, too.” Harry leaned in, mirroring Draco. “I even tortured myself with thoughts of who you were doing.”
Draco shook his head. “I couldn’t ever find anyone to match up to you.” He smiled. “You’re a hard act to follow, Harry Potter.”
Reaching towards Draco, Harry took his mug from his hands, setting it aside. “So are you,” he whispered.
Draco’s eyes glittered as Harry drew him into his arms. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he murmured. “We could be repeating the mistakes of our past.”
“We could be,” Harry agreed, moving his face close enough to Draco’s that he could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. “And I’ve no doubt we’ll make some new mistakes along the way. All I know is, mistakes with you feel better than perfection without you.”
Heat flared in the depths of Draco’s eyes and, fisting his hands in Harry’s robes, he dragged him close. “Want to make up for lost time?”
“Fuck, yes,” Harry growled, and then there was no more talking, just mouths sucking at each other, devouring, and hands ripping at robes, and warm skin pressing together, and cocks sliding against each other and glorious, searing pleasure.
Harry would have taken his time, but he couldn’t, he wanted Draco too much to be gentle. Gentleness was for the future, but all he could do for the present was reclaim Draco, stamp him as his own.
Fortunately, they had magic, so, despite their meagre circumstances, they could still manage, and as Harry slicked himself before sliding into Draco once again, Draco clasped him closer, urging him on with his hands and body and whispered words. And when Harry finally sunk into him, he felt as if he was finally celebrating Christmas at home.
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Concluded in The Advent Calendar - Resolutions (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneWord count: 1410
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas Past/Present/Future.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 5 of The Advent Calendar Series (LJ/IJ/DW)
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The Advent Calendar - Past, Present, Future
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Spots were starting to form before Harry’s eyes as the tinsel choked him. His struggles started to lessen as the lack of air took its toll. Is this it? he thought hazily. Am I going to die in a sodding Advent calendar? Blinking, he realised something was in front of him. Draco? Harry was beginning to black out, but he could have sworn Draco was...flying? Impossible.
Even if it was some sort hallucination, it was a convincing one. Draco, his hair whipping about his face, his eyes lit with an unholy, vengeful light, was hovering several feet off the ground, facing Harry in the tree. He almost seemed to be glowing, and in one hand he carried a lit candle.
Blue lightning came from his other hand, striking the tinsel. It sizzled, falling away from Harry’s neck and face. Closing his eyes, Harry gulped the air greedily.
The buzzing in Harry’s ears lessened and he could hear Draco chanting. Harry didn’t recognise the words, but whatever he was doing it was working. The rest of the tinsel was loosening.
Harry managed to get his wand from his pocket, but before he could do anything with it, Draco, still chanting, was reaching for him, pulling tinsel off him. “Thanks,” he gasped, still gulping air.
Draco inclined his head, but he didn’t stop chanting. Handing Harry the candle, he raised both hands in an unmistakably threatening gesture.
It was as if the tree understood, because within seconds, Harry was completely free. He began to fall and Draco, with a muttered oath, stopped mid-chant and, grabbing him, gently lowering him to the ground.
Harry stumbled, only managing to stay upright by clinging to Draco. “Thanks.”
Draco looked into his eyes. “Are you all right?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, thanks to you. Any longer and I could have bought it, though.” He turned to look up at the tree. “If it’s all the same to you, can we move away from here?”
“Good idea.” Draco reclaimed the candle. “I’m pretty sure we came from that direction,” he gestured behind them, “so maybe we should skirt this tree and keep going.”
“Right.” Harry gave the tree a wide berth as they walked, relaxing once they were beyond reach of the tinsel. “So you can fly now?”
“Just one of the many useful skills I’ve picked up during my training.”
“Yeah.” Harry smiled. “Dead useful. Is it a trade secret or can you teach non-Unspeakables?”
Draco hummed. “It’s something anyone can do if properly taught.” He glanced at Harry, his expression almost amused. “Even you. Probably.”
Harry snorted. “Thanks.”
“So what happened?” Draco asked as they continued walking. “Did you provoke it or something?”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t think so. I just touched the tinsel and it tried to eat me.”
Draco smirked. “Maybe it was hungry.” He hummed. “Although I suppose I can’t fault its taste.”
Harry gaped at him. “That...was that a compliment?” He stared at Draco. Something’s changed. He’s more...open.
Draco shrugged, looking away. “I’ve never denied that you’re attractive.”
And you’re gorgeous. Harry licked his lips and, following his instincts, reached out, clasping Draco’s arm. “We need to talk.”
Draco didn’t pull away, instead he stopped walking, turning to face Harry. “I know.” He sighed. “But we should probably find shelter first. Is it me or does it feel like the temperature’s dropping?”
Slowly, Harry nodded. “It is getting colder,” he said. “And as for shelter--” He pointed into the distance. “Is that a building?”
Draco squinted. “Could be.” He looked at Harry. “Shall we take the chance? It may try to eat us.”
Harry chuckled. “And it may not.”
Draco smiled faintly. “Point.”
They started towards the building, walking side by side, their arms brushing occasionally. Draco didn’t cringe away and, cheered by that, Harry’s mood lightened.
It turned out to be a cottage and after knocking, they found the door unlocked and no one inside. It was sparsely furnished, with only a crude table with a couple of blankets on it, two chairs, a bearskin rug by a large fireplace, and some kitchen cabinets. It was the work of only a moment to light the fire, which, conveniently, had copious amounts of firewood stacked beside it. “What are the chances this is connected to the Floo network?” said Harry, staring down into the fire as he warmed his hands.
Draco, who’d decided to rummage about the kitchen, shook his head. “Slim to none, I’d say.” He held up a packet. “But I did find tea, sugar, and a kettle.”
Harry grinned. “Brilliant.”
Within a few minutes they were both huddled under the blankets, sitting on the bearskin rug by the fire, and sipping tea from mismatched mugs. Harry stretched his legs out and, mug cradled in his hands, said, “So, ready to talk?”
Draco, who had been staring into the candle he’d carried all the way from the tree, slowly dragged his eyes away from it and looked at Harry. “Yes, I think it’s time.”
“I should start,” said Harry. “First, I’m sorry.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “What for?”
“For making you feel like the work you did when we were together was unimportant. For not validating your life choices. For...” He hesitated. “For being jealous of your Unspeakable research and for trying to retaliate by making you jealous of my new Auror partner.”
Draco, who had been looking into his mug, glanced up at Harry then. “You’ve obviously been talking to Granger about this.”
Harry blushed. “Maybe.”
Draco hummed. “You were jealous?”
“Yes.” Harry sighed. “For the first time I wasn’t the sole focus of your attention. It was...weird.”
Draco pursed his lips. “It worked, you know. I was jealous of your Auror partner. You seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with him. It...bothered me.”
“He’s married,” said Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You left that bit out.”
“I know.” Harry sighed. “When you left I was just so angry that I thought maybe we weren’t meant to be. But the longer you stayed away the more I missed you. Last Christmas without you was horrid.”
Draco leaned forward. “I missed you, too.” He bit his bottom lip. “This Christmas past I spent in the laboratory in Switzerland, and all I could do was wonder what you were doing.”
“I was wondering what you were doing, too.” Harry leaned in, mirroring Draco. “I even tortured myself with thoughts of who you were doing.”
Draco shook his head. “I couldn’t ever find anyone to match up to you.” He smiled. “You’re a hard act to follow, Harry Potter.”
Reaching towards Draco, Harry took his mug from his hands, setting it aside. “So are you,” he whispered.
Draco’s eyes glittered as Harry drew him into his arms. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he murmured. “We could be repeating the mistakes of our past.”
“We could be,” Harry agreed, moving his face close enough to Draco’s that he could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. “And I’ve no doubt we’ll make some new mistakes along the way. All I know is, mistakes with you feel better than perfection without you.”
Heat flared in the depths of Draco’s eyes and, fisting his hands in Harry’s robes, he dragged him close. “Want to make up for lost time?”
“Fuck, yes,” Harry growled, and then there was no more talking, just mouths sucking at each other, devouring, and hands ripping at robes, and warm skin pressing together, and cocks sliding against each other and glorious, searing pleasure.
Harry would have taken his time, but he couldn’t, he wanted Draco too much to be gentle. Gentleness was for the future, but all he could do for the present was reclaim Draco, stamp him as his own.
Fortunately, they had magic, so, despite their meagre circumstances, they could still manage, and as Harry slicked himself before sliding into Draco once again, Draco clasped him closer, urging him on with his hands and body and whispered words. And when Harry finally sunk into him, he felt as if he was finally celebrating Christmas at home.
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Concluded in The Advent Calendar - Resolutions (LJ/IJ/DW).
