Working for the Holidays - Twelve
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alisanneTitle: Working for the Holidays - Twelve
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1700
Rating: NC-17
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dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Cold feet in Christmas socks/Carolling or singing in the choir/Imbibing a few too many glasses of Christmas spirits. This is the final part in my Working for the Holidays Series! Whoo hoo!
The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, and Eleven.
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 - Twelve
~
Draco woke slowly. It took him a moment to recall where he was and what had happened. In bed beside him, Potter shifted, and a slow smile curved Draco’s lips as he remembered the events of the afternoon.
Potter sighed, opening his eyes to look into Draco’s face. He hummed, stretching. “No calls from work, right?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Draco shifted onto his side. “Why do you ask? Are you bored?”
Potter laughed softly. “Not in the least.” Reaching out, he tucked a lock of hair behind Draco’s ear, his hand lingering to caress skin.
Draco resisted the urge to lean into that touch. “Well I thought I’d ask since the moment we...finished, you decided to take a nap,” he murmured.
Potter grinned. “As I recall, you’re the one who fell asleep first.”
“And you watched me?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “That’s rather creepy, Potter.”
“Maybe,” conceded Potter. He slid his hand around to cup the back of Draco’s neck and, shifting forward, continued, “But I rather like watching you, so you may have to get used to it.”
Their lips touched and Draco sighed into Potter’s mouth, moaning softly as Potter deepened the kiss and tugged Draco closer. Their feet tangled and Potter winced.
Dragging his mouth off Draco’s, Potter gasped, “Bloody hell your feet are cold!”
Draco coughed. “I usually sleep in socks,” he said. “But someonedistracted me before I could put them on.”
“Well it’s Christmas,” said Potter. “Do you have Christmas socks?”
Draco snorted. “No. What I do have is someone else in my bed. Now, as you mentioned, I’m cold.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”
Slowly, Potter smiled. “Well, since you put it that way--” Moving rapidly, Potter straddled Draco. “Let’s see what I can do, shall we?”
“Yes,” Draco whispered, looping his arms around Potter’s neck and dragging his face down. “Let’s.”
The kiss was sizzling, but after a moment Potter pulled back, staring into Draco’s eyes. “We did frantic before,” he said, his hands sliding down over Draco’s chest. “This time we should take it slow.”
Draco started to reply, but Potter’s thumb slid over his nipple and all he could do was arch upwards helplessly. Potter’s smile was wicked. “I can...live with...that,” Draco breathed.
Potter took his time, exploring Draco thoroughly with mouth and lips and tongue, and Draco in turn returned the favour, pressing kisses into Potter’s shoulders and neck and sliding his hands all over Potter to caress and discover what he liked.
“Lube?” Potter finally whispered.
Frowning, Draco concentrated, holding up a hand. Within seconds a tube flew into it.
Potter prepared him meticulously, and by the time he finally positioned Draco’s legs over his shoulders and began positioning his cock, Draco was more than ready. “Come on,” he growled. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Oh, I mean it,” gasped Potter. He took his time with penetration, ignoring Draco’s threats and exhortations until he was fully seated. Then, his gaze locking with Draco’s, he thrust deep, beginning to move.
It was intense, fucking face to face like that. Draco was sure he was giving away his every emotion as he watched Potter move over him. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Come on,” he whispered, meeting every thrust. “Put your back into it.”
Potter’s intense look softened and he laughed shakily. “Demanding arse,” he murmured. Leaning down, he kissed Draco. “You’re going to be...the death of me.”
“Hopefully not,” said Draco, his fingers clenching to pull Potter even closer. “You’re not much...good to me dead.”
“Good...to...know.” Potter’s rhythm grew erratic and, knowing he was close, Draco clenched his muscles.
Potter gasped something unintelligible before his body clenched and shuddered as he poured himself into Draco. With a smothered oath, he rolled onto his side, bringing Draco with him.
Draco’s cock was throbbing with the need to come and so he reached between their bodies to bring himself off. Potter, somehow, got there first, however. “Let me,” he breathed against Draco’s mouth, his fingers closing over Draco’s prick.
Nodding, Draco bent his head to watch as Potter wanked him. Potter, too, watched. “God, look at you,” he whispered. “You’re gorgeous.”
Close, Draco closed his eyes and when Potter kissed him, his cock erupted all over Potter’s hand and their bellies. When he came back to himself, Potter was murmuring nonsense words into his neck.
Draco slid his leg between Potter’s. “So, are my feet still cold?” he asked.
After a pause, Potter laughed. “Nope.”
Smirking, Draco closed his eyes. “Told you.”
~
“The Burrow?” Draco made a face.
“I told you I was bringing you here with me.” Potter’s fingers tightened on Draco’s. “Don’t worry, they’ll be gentle. No need to be scared.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco sniffed. “Malfoys are made of hardier stuff than that.”
“Glad to hear it,” murmured Potter. He smiled. “Because I have plans for you later, and I don’t want you wimping out on me.”
Draco shivered at the look in Potter’s eyes. “Plans, hm? Well, we’d best get this over with so we can bring those plans to fruition.”
Potter’s smile went sly. “Definitely.” He leaned close as if about to kiss Draco, but just then the door opened to reveal George Weasley. His eyebrow went up when he saw them.
“Hello, lads,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t you two look cosy?”
Potter shook his head. “Happy Christmas, George.” And, still holding Draco’s hand, he dragged him inside.
The place was packed with people in every corner. By the piano there was a group singing Christmas carols, and several others were playing Gobstones in front of the fireplace. Kids were everywhere.
Potter was hailed immediately of course. Draco, who had braced himself for negative attention, was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone they encountered was polite. After greeting Mr and Mrs Weasley, they moved towards Granger and Weasley, who, after exchanging a long look, managed to greet Draco with smiles.
“So how did you two end up--” Granger hesitated, eyeing their linked hands, “--an item?”
Draco smirked. “I rescued him.”
“Rescued?” Granger blinked.
Draco hummed. “Oh yes. After the way I found him a few nights ago... Well, I decided someone had to watch him. Drinking in the office isn’t the best idea under normal circumstances, after all.”
“Drinking in the--” Pausing, Granger eyed Potter speculatively.
Potter coughed. “Speaking of, why don’t I just go and get us something now, all right?” he said, letting go of Draco’s hand and moving away. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Granger, and before Draco could say a word they had both disappeared, swallowed by the crowd.
“Erm, good work with that missing girl case, by the way,” Weasley said after a moment of awkward silence. “I heard about that.”
Draco inclined his head. “Most of that was Potter, actually. He’s not a bad investigator.”
Weasley smiled. “No, he isn’t. There’s a reason his success rate is so high.” He hesitated before continuing. “So I’m sure you know what I’m going to say next--”
“I’m assuming you’re going to threaten me,” Draco drawled. “Tell me that if I hurt Potter you’ll kill me, that sort of thing.”
Weasley actually chuckled. “Actually, that would be Hermione. No, I was just going to say that since it seems you and Harry are going to be an item, maybe we should let bygones be bygones.” And, to Draco’s surprise, he offered his hand. “Friends?”
Draco nodded. “All right. Friends.” They shook hands. “So I hear you play a decent game of chess?”
Weasley’s face lit up. “Do you play?”
Draco smirked. “Slytherin champion, three years running.”
Slowly, Weasley smiled. “You know, Malfoy, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
~
Harry had poured a couple of cups of punch and was heading back to Draco and Ron when Hermione laid a hand on his arm. “What’s this about you drinking in the office?” she asked. “Are you all right?”
Sighing, Harry leaned close. “I was in the office last week and, well, I was working late, so Draco saw me take a swig from my flask and assumed--”
Hermione’s face cleared. “Ah! He saw you taking the last of your potion the Healers gave you for that hex you took last week and thought you were drinking alcohol?”
Harry nodded. “Exactly.”
She pursed her lips. “And you never corrected him.”
Harry shrugged. “I figured he needed to feel needed. So I let him think he was rescuing me.” He smiled.
Hermione hummed. “You seem pretty happy, actually. It looks to me as if he succeeded.”
Slowly, Harry smiled. “You know, I think you’re right.”
~
Draco watched Potter carefully and the moment he looked as if he was going to overindulge, he took away his glass. Potter simply smiled. “Still looking out for me, hm?”
“It’s clear someone has to,” Draco huffed. “Or have you forgotten we’re on duty tomorrow?”
“Actually,” said Potter, “we’re not. We’ve been relieved.” He held up a Ministry memo.
Draco frowned. “Where did you get that?”
Potter nodded to a corner where Draco could see Robards chatting with Charlie Weasley. “Robards thinks we need some time off. He plans to be in tomorrow and said he’d take our shift.”
Draco blinked. “So we have Christmas off?”
“Looks like.” Potter smiled lopsidedly. “Whatever shall we do?”
Draco hummed. “I’m sure we’ll think of something. Come on, time to go I think.”
After saying their goodbyes, they walked outside. The air was crisp, the night sky clear. Potter leaned in. “Why don’t you Apparate us?” he whispered. “You know, just in case I drank too much.”
Sighing, Draco drew him close. “I’m going to be stuck taking care of you for a while, aren’t I?”
Potter laughed softly into Draco’s neck. “Maybe so. Are you all right with that?”
Draco smirked, and as he started to transport them to his flat, he murmured, “Oh, I think I can live with it.”
~
Fin
Author:
alisannePairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1700
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Cold feet in Christmas socks/Carolling or singing in the choir/Imbibing a few too many glasses of Christmas spirits. This is the final part in my Working for the Holidays Series! Whoo hoo! The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, and Eleven.
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.
~
Working for the Holidays - Twelve
~
Draco woke slowly. It took him a moment to recall where he was and what had happened. In bed beside him, Potter shifted, and a slow smile curved Draco’s lips as he remembered the events of the afternoon.
Potter sighed, opening his eyes to look into Draco’s face. He hummed, stretching. “No calls from work, right?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Draco shifted onto his side. “Why do you ask? Are you bored?”
Potter laughed softly. “Not in the least.” Reaching out, he tucked a lock of hair behind Draco’s ear, his hand lingering to caress skin.
Draco resisted the urge to lean into that touch. “Well I thought I’d ask since the moment we...finished, you decided to take a nap,” he murmured.
Potter grinned. “As I recall, you’re the one who fell asleep first.”
“And you watched me?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “That’s rather creepy, Potter.”
“Maybe,” conceded Potter. He slid his hand around to cup the back of Draco’s neck and, shifting forward, continued, “But I rather like watching you, so you may have to get used to it.”
Their lips touched and Draco sighed into Potter’s mouth, moaning softly as Potter deepened the kiss and tugged Draco closer. Their feet tangled and Potter winced.
Dragging his mouth off Draco’s, Potter gasped, “Bloody hell your feet are cold!”
Draco coughed. “I usually sleep in socks,” he said. “But someonedistracted me before I could put them on.”
“Well it’s Christmas,” said Potter. “Do you have Christmas socks?”
Draco snorted. “No. What I do have is someone else in my bed. Now, as you mentioned, I’m cold.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”
Slowly, Potter smiled. “Well, since you put it that way--” Moving rapidly, Potter straddled Draco. “Let’s see what I can do, shall we?”
“Yes,” Draco whispered, looping his arms around Potter’s neck and dragging his face down. “Let’s.”
The kiss was sizzling, but after a moment Potter pulled back, staring into Draco’s eyes. “We did frantic before,” he said, his hands sliding down over Draco’s chest. “This time we should take it slow.”
Draco started to reply, but Potter’s thumb slid over his nipple and all he could do was arch upwards helplessly. Potter’s smile was wicked. “I can...live with...that,” Draco breathed.
Potter took his time, exploring Draco thoroughly with mouth and lips and tongue, and Draco in turn returned the favour, pressing kisses into Potter’s shoulders and neck and sliding his hands all over Potter to caress and discover what he liked.
“Lube?” Potter finally whispered.
Frowning, Draco concentrated, holding up a hand. Within seconds a tube flew into it.
Potter prepared him meticulously, and by the time he finally positioned Draco’s legs over his shoulders and began positioning his cock, Draco was more than ready. “Come on,” he growled. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Oh, I mean it,” gasped Potter. He took his time with penetration, ignoring Draco’s threats and exhortations until he was fully seated. Then, his gaze locking with Draco’s, he thrust deep, beginning to move.
It was intense, fucking face to face like that. Draco was sure he was giving away his every emotion as he watched Potter move over him. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Come on,” he whispered, meeting every thrust. “Put your back into it.”
Potter’s intense look softened and he laughed shakily. “Demanding arse,” he murmured. Leaning down, he kissed Draco. “You’re going to be...the death of me.”
“Hopefully not,” said Draco, his fingers clenching to pull Potter even closer. “You’re not much...good to me dead.”
“Good...to...know.” Potter’s rhythm grew erratic and, knowing he was close, Draco clenched his muscles.
Potter gasped something unintelligible before his body clenched and shuddered as he poured himself into Draco. With a smothered oath, he rolled onto his side, bringing Draco with him.
Draco’s cock was throbbing with the need to come and so he reached between their bodies to bring himself off. Potter, somehow, got there first, however. “Let me,” he breathed against Draco’s mouth, his fingers closing over Draco’s prick.
Nodding, Draco bent his head to watch as Potter wanked him. Potter, too, watched. “God, look at you,” he whispered. “You’re gorgeous.”
Close, Draco closed his eyes and when Potter kissed him, his cock erupted all over Potter’s hand and their bellies. When he came back to himself, Potter was murmuring nonsense words into his neck.
Draco slid his leg between Potter’s. “So, are my feet still cold?” he asked.
After a pause, Potter laughed. “Nope.”
Smirking, Draco closed his eyes. “Told you.”
~
“The Burrow?” Draco made a face.
“I told you I was bringing you here with me.” Potter’s fingers tightened on Draco’s. “Don’t worry, they’ll be gentle. No need to be scared.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco sniffed. “Malfoys are made of hardier stuff than that.”
“Glad to hear it,” murmured Potter. He smiled. “Because I have plans for you later, and I don’t want you wimping out on me.”
Draco shivered at the look in Potter’s eyes. “Plans, hm? Well, we’d best get this over with so we can bring those plans to fruition.”
Potter’s smile went sly. “Definitely.” He leaned close as if about to kiss Draco, but just then the door opened to reveal George Weasley. His eyebrow went up when he saw them.
“Hello, lads,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t you two look cosy?”
Potter shook his head. “Happy Christmas, George.” And, still holding Draco’s hand, he dragged him inside.
The place was packed with people in every corner. By the piano there was a group singing Christmas carols, and several others were playing Gobstones in front of the fireplace. Kids were everywhere.
Potter was hailed immediately of course. Draco, who had braced himself for negative attention, was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone they encountered was polite. After greeting Mr and Mrs Weasley, they moved towards Granger and Weasley, who, after exchanging a long look, managed to greet Draco with smiles.
“So how did you two end up--” Granger hesitated, eyeing their linked hands, “--an item?”
Draco smirked. “I rescued him.”
“Rescued?” Granger blinked.
Draco hummed. “Oh yes. After the way I found him a few nights ago... Well, I decided someone had to watch him. Drinking in the office isn’t the best idea under normal circumstances, after all.”
“Drinking in the--” Pausing, Granger eyed Potter speculatively.
Potter coughed. “Speaking of, why don’t I just go and get us something now, all right?” he said, letting go of Draco’s hand and moving away. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Granger, and before Draco could say a word they had both disappeared, swallowed by the crowd.
“Erm, good work with that missing girl case, by the way,” Weasley said after a moment of awkward silence. “I heard about that.”
Draco inclined his head. “Most of that was Potter, actually. He’s not a bad investigator.”
Weasley smiled. “No, he isn’t. There’s a reason his success rate is so high.” He hesitated before continuing. “So I’m sure you know what I’m going to say next--”
“I’m assuming you’re going to threaten me,” Draco drawled. “Tell me that if I hurt Potter you’ll kill me, that sort of thing.”
Weasley actually chuckled. “Actually, that would be Hermione. No, I was just going to say that since it seems you and Harry are going to be an item, maybe we should let bygones be bygones.” And, to Draco’s surprise, he offered his hand. “Friends?”
Draco nodded. “All right. Friends.” They shook hands. “So I hear you play a decent game of chess?”
Weasley’s face lit up. “Do you play?”
Draco smirked. “Slytherin champion, three years running.”
Slowly, Weasley smiled. “You know, Malfoy, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
~
Harry had poured a couple of cups of punch and was heading back to Draco and Ron when Hermione laid a hand on his arm. “What’s this about you drinking in the office?” she asked. “Are you all right?”
Sighing, Harry leaned close. “I was in the office last week and, well, I was working late, so Draco saw me take a swig from my flask and assumed--”
Hermione’s face cleared. “Ah! He saw you taking the last of your potion the Healers gave you for that hex you took last week and thought you were drinking alcohol?”
Harry nodded. “Exactly.”
She pursed her lips. “And you never corrected him.”
Harry shrugged. “I figured he needed to feel needed. So I let him think he was rescuing me.” He smiled.
Hermione hummed. “You seem pretty happy, actually. It looks to me as if he succeeded.”
Slowly, Harry smiled. “You know, I think you’re right.”
~
Draco watched Potter carefully and the moment he looked as if he was going to overindulge, he took away his glass. Potter simply smiled. “Still looking out for me, hm?”
“It’s clear someone has to,” Draco huffed. “Or have you forgotten we’re on duty tomorrow?”
“Actually,” said Potter, “we’re not. We’ve been relieved.” He held up a Ministry memo.
Draco frowned. “Where did you get that?”
Potter nodded to a corner where Draco could see Robards chatting with Charlie Weasley. “Robards thinks we need some time off. He plans to be in tomorrow and said he’d take our shift.”
Draco blinked. “So we have Christmas off?”
“Looks like.” Potter smiled lopsidedly. “Whatever shall we do?”
Draco hummed. “I’m sure we’ll think of something. Come on, time to go I think.”
After saying their goodbyes, they walked outside. The air was crisp, the night sky clear. Potter leaned in. “Why don’t you Apparate us?” he whispered. “You know, just in case I drank too much.”
Sighing, Draco drew him close. “I’m going to be stuck taking care of you for a while, aren’t I?”
Potter laughed softly into Draco’s neck. “Maybe so. Are you all right with that?”
Draco smirked, and as he started to transport them to his flat, he murmured, “Oh, I think I can live with it.”
~
Fin
