Working for the Holidays - Eleven
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alisanneTitle: Working for the Holidays - Eleven
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG
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dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Holiday dinner with the in-laws/Family photo/Alone or lonesome on Yule night/Family traditions/Fireside nap or Cuddling by the fire. This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series.
The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and Ten.
Warning(s): None.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Working for the Holidays - Eleven
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As they stepped into the empty Auror office, Harry drew Malfoy towards him. “Now, where were we?”
Malfoy chuckled softly as Harry walked him backward and pressed him against a wall. “One-track mind, Potter?”
Harry leaned in. “Right now? Yes.” And dipping his head, he licked the hollow of Malfoy’s throat.
Malfoy tipped his head back. “You’ll be...pleased to know...that while there are...rules against drinking in the office...there aren’t any against...cavorting.”
Harry smiled, nuzzling his jaw. “Should I be worried about how you know that?” he whispered, scraping his teeth along Malfoy’s neck.
Malfoy moaned. “I may have looked...this morning.”
“That’s one of the things I like about you, Malfoy,” said Harry, fingers fumbling with his robes. “You think ahead.”
“I try--”
Harry, crashing their lips together, swallowed the rest of what Malfoy had been about to say and, sliding his thigh between Malfoy’s legs, pressed closer.
Malfoy’s arms went around Harry and he arched into his touch. The kiss went sloppy, wet, but Harry didn’t care since the slide of Malfoy’s tongue against his own was rapidly making him lose his mind.
They sank to the floor, still snogging, and Harry was blindly trying to undo Malfoy’s trousers when something poked him in the back of the head. He dragged his mouth from Malfoy’s, sucking in a deep breath.
“Why the hell did you stop--?” Malfoy frowned and, reaching past Harry’s head, plucked an interoffice memo from the air. “Of all the fucking times--” he growled as he opened it. As he read, however, a slow smile spread over his face. “Well, well, well.”
“What is it?” asked Harry, his thumb sliding over Malfoy’s bared abdomen.
“Stop that, you’re distracting me.” Malfoy’s smile belied his words. “And we’re being relieved of duty.”
“What?” Leaning in, Harry tried to read the memo. “It doesn’t say that!”
“It most certainly does.” Malfoy held it up before Harry so he could read it. “Apparently they’ve overstaffed in other Ministry personnel for the holidays and want us to be on call but not necessarily in the office.”
“We can go home?”
Slowly, Malfoy nodded. “But whose home are we going to?”
Harry bit his lip recalling his ribbon dream. “Do you mind if we go to yours?”
In answer, Malfoy drew his wand and signed the memo. “Sign this,” he ordered. Once Harry had, Malfoy tossed the memo up in the air and it disappeared with a pop. He hummed. “My place it is.”
When they appeared in Malfoy’s living room, Harry, of course, stumbled. Malfoy’s arms immediately went around him. “Now, where were we?” he murmured.
But before they could kiss, the Floo flared. “Draco?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Malfoy muttered, stepping away from Harry. “Hold that thought!” Approaching the Floo, he bent down. “Yes, Pansy?”
Harry exhaled, trying to calm his racing heart as he waited. He wandered to a bookshelf where there was a collection of family photos on display. Formal holiday photos were evidently a part of the Malfoy family tradition as there were several depicting them in stately poses, but one at the back caught his eye and he reached for it, picking it up.
In it Malfoy was young, a toddler, and he was obviously exhausted as he was being cuddled in Narcissa’s arms as she sat by the fire. As Harry watched, Narcissa looked up and in her face Harry could see all the love and pride she had for her son.
“Father took that, which is why he isn’t in it.”
Harry jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry--”
Malfoy smiled. “There’s nothing here that you can’t look at, Potter. And that is one of my favourite pictures.”
Harry nodded. “I can see why.” Carefully replacing it, he turned to face Malfoy. “Everything all right with Parkinson?”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “She just wanted to be sure I wasn’t going to be alone on this Yule night.”
“She’s a good friend.”
Malfoy sighed. “Had things been different, we’d be married and I’d be over at hers having dinner at my in-laws’.”
“Well, I can’t say I’m unhappy that things are the way they are.” Harry stepped closer, sliding his arms around Malfoy’s waist. “That we are they way we are.”
Malfoy hummed. “No, I can’t say I am either.” He smirked. “I’ve closed the Floo, so we should have no more interruptions.”
“Well, unless we get called in to the office,” said Harry.
“Point.” Malfoy undid the clasps on Harry’s robes. “We need to be efficient about this, then, because I will not allow any more interruptions.”
Leaning in Harry kissed him. “Sounds good to me,” he whispered against Malfoy’s lips. And then there were no more words for a long time.
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Author:
alisannePairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Holiday dinner with the in-laws/Family photo/Alone or lonesome on Yule night/Family traditions/Fireside nap or Cuddling by the fire. This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series. The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and Ten.
Warning(s): None.
Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Working for the Holidays - Eleven
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As they stepped into the empty Auror office, Harry drew Malfoy towards him. “Now, where were we?”
Malfoy chuckled softly as Harry walked him backward and pressed him against a wall. “One-track mind, Potter?”
Harry leaned in. “Right now? Yes.” And dipping his head, he licked the hollow of Malfoy’s throat.
Malfoy tipped his head back. “You’ll be...pleased to know...that while there are...rules against drinking in the office...there aren’t any against...cavorting.”
Harry smiled, nuzzling his jaw. “Should I be worried about how you know that?” he whispered, scraping his teeth along Malfoy’s neck.
Malfoy moaned. “I may have looked...this morning.”
“That’s one of the things I like about you, Malfoy,” said Harry, fingers fumbling with his robes. “You think ahead.”
“I try--”
Harry, crashing their lips together, swallowed the rest of what Malfoy had been about to say and, sliding his thigh between Malfoy’s legs, pressed closer.
Malfoy’s arms went around Harry and he arched into his touch. The kiss went sloppy, wet, but Harry didn’t care since the slide of Malfoy’s tongue against his own was rapidly making him lose his mind.
They sank to the floor, still snogging, and Harry was blindly trying to undo Malfoy’s trousers when something poked him in the back of the head. He dragged his mouth from Malfoy’s, sucking in a deep breath.
“Why the hell did you stop--?” Malfoy frowned and, reaching past Harry’s head, plucked an interoffice memo from the air. “Of all the fucking times--” he growled as he opened it. As he read, however, a slow smile spread over his face. “Well, well, well.”
“What is it?” asked Harry, his thumb sliding over Malfoy’s bared abdomen.
“Stop that, you’re distracting me.” Malfoy’s smile belied his words. “And we’re being relieved of duty.”
“What?” Leaning in, Harry tried to read the memo. “It doesn’t say that!”
“It most certainly does.” Malfoy held it up before Harry so he could read it. “Apparently they’ve overstaffed in other Ministry personnel for the holidays and want us to be on call but not necessarily in the office.”
“We can go home?”
Slowly, Malfoy nodded. “But whose home are we going to?”
Harry bit his lip recalling his ribbon dream. “Do you mind if we go to yours?”
In answer, Malfoy drew his wand and signed the memo. “Sign this,” he ordered. Once Harry had, Malfoy tossed the memo up in the air and it disappeared with a pop. He hummed. “My place it is.”
When they appeared in Malfoy’s living room, Harry, of course, stumbled. Malfoy’s arms immediately went around him. “Now, where were we?” he murmured.
But before they could kiss, the Floo flared. “Draco?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Malfoy muttered, stepping away from Harry. “Hold that thought!” Approaching the Floo, he bent down. “Yes, Pansy?”
Harry exhaled, trying to calm his racing heart as he waited. He wandered to a bookshelf where there was a collection of family photos on display. Formal holiday photos were evidently a part of the Malfoy family tradition as there were several depicting them in stately poses, but one at the back caught his eye and he reached for it, picking it up.
In it Malfoy was young, a toddler, and he was obviously exhausted as he was being cuddled in Narcissa’s arms as she sat by the fire. As Harry watched, Narcissa looked up and in her face Harry could see all the love and pride she had for her son.
“Father took that, which is why he isn’t in it.”
Harry jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry--”
Malfoy smiled. “There’s nothing here that you can’t look at, Potter. And that is one of my favourite pictures.”
Harry nodded. “I can see why.” Carefully replacing it, he turned to face Malfoy. “Everything all right with Parkinson?”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “She just wanted to be sure I wasn’t going to be alone on this Yule night.”
“She’s a good friend.”
Malfoy sighed. “Had things been different, we’d be married and I’d be over at hers having dinner at my in-laws’.”
“Well, I can’t say I’m unhappy that things are the way they are.” Harry stepped closer, sliding his arms around Malfoy’s waist. “That we are they way we are.”
Malfoy hummed. “No, I can’t say I am either.” He smirked. “I’ve closed the Floo, so we should have no more interruptions.”
“Well, unless we get called in to the office,” said Harry.
“Point.” Malfoy undid the clasps on Harry’s robes. “We need to be efficient about this, then, because I will not allow any more interruptions.”
Leaning in Harry kissed him. “Sounds good to me,” he whispered against Malfoy’s lips. And then there were no more words for a long time.
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