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Fic: The Perfect Gift - Part 5
Title: The Perfect Gift - Part 5
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alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1605
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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dracoharry100's Christmas prompts #25 - 29: Ridiculously cute Christmas displays / ads, Lucius as Santa, Inviting someone unexpected for Christmas dinner, Bringing joy to orphans, Gingerbread house competition.
This is part 5 of my H/D Gift Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
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: After shopping, there's nothing better than some well-earned relaxation.
Back to Part 4 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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The Perfect Gift - Part 5
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“Right,” says Harry as they emerge from the restaurant. “I take it you know where we’re going?” He feels energised, refreshed, although he does miss the warmth of holding Malfoy’s hand in his.
“Of course.” Malfoy looks at him for a moment, a small smile on his face as if he knows exactly what Harry’s thinking. “I should Side-Along-Apparate us, though,” he finally says. “It’s…safer that way.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “You just don’t want to tell me where we’re going,” he mutters.
“Maybe,” murmurs Malfoy. Grasping Harry’s hand, he pulls him into an alleyway. “Perhaps I want it to be a surprise, or maybe I just want to touch you.”
“Oh.” Harry exhales. “In that case, feel free to never tell me.”
“Eager, Potter?” Malfoy leans in until their mouths are almost touching. “Alas, we’re still on a mission. Perhaps once it’s over—”
“Definitely once it’s over,” replies Harry. The words are ripped from his throat as Malfoy chooses that moment to Apparate them. He clings to Malfoy and, when they land a moment later, he groans. “Bastard. I hate Side-Along-Apparating.”
“Like to be in control, hm?” Malfoy’s smirk is filthy. “Have you ever tried letting someone else be in charge? You never know, you might like it.”
Not sure they’re still talking about Apparating, Harry swallows hard. “Hermione’s gift,” he reminds both of them. “We’re here to find her the perfect gift.”
“True.” Malfoy hums. “This way.”
They emerge onto a busy street lined with shops. Harry looks around. “Oh, wow.”
Malfoy sighs. “Try not to look. Some of the displays that Muggles create can be—”
Harry has already tuned him out. “Merlin,” he breathes, pressing his face up against a glass window. “Look at this! That bunny’s wearing a Santa suit! And so are those puppies!”
Malfoy takes Harry’s arm, steering him away from the captivating pet shop window display. “The Christmas displays around here are ridiculously adorable,” he says. “Try not to look directly at them.”
Harry laughs. “Oh come on, it can’t be that ba—” He stops. “Holy…Malfoy, look at that gingerbread house display! Oh wait, I think it’s a competition. We should stop and vote! Malfoy? Malfoy! My word, they even have little gingerbread animals and people!”
Placing his hand on his back, Malfoy propels Harry past the gingerbread, past the stuffed animal displays, and even a man who looks eerily like Lucius Malfoy, who is dressed like Santa and ringing a bell while standing beside a large red cauldron. “That man’s raising money to bring Christmas joy to orphans,” Harry says, reading the sign. “Shouldn’t we—?”
“We’re on a mission,” Malfoy says. “If you get caught up in the shop displays and by charity organisations we’ll never make it to the stationary shop in time.”
“I want to donate money.”
“Do you have any Muggle money?” Malfoy asks.
“Some.”
“Enough to buy Granger’s gift and donate?”
“Damn. No.”
“Then you’ll have to figure out a way to do it later,” Malfoy says. “I’ll help you, okay?”
“All right,” Harry agrees, although he does continue to stare into the shop windows as they walk past.
“Here we are,” Malfoy finally says. “‘Paper Perfection’.”
Harry eyes the shop. It looks tiny, cramped. “This is where Santa told us to come?” He frowns. “Maybe he was joking?”
“Would he ever joke about Christmas?” Malfoy asks.
“No, probably not.” Nodding, Harry pushes open the door. The shop is surprisingly airy, and stacked bottom to top with books and piles of paper and parchment. There are also all shapes and sizes of pens, and quills, and bottles of ink in every colour.
“How can we help you?” asks the young woman at the desk.
Harry clears his throat. “I’m looking for a gift for a friend.”
“I see.” The woman smiles. “Does your friend like decorative stationery?”
Harry shrugs. “No idea. She does take a lot of notes because she reads a lot. I was going to get her a book, but, well, I think she has them all.”
“Ah.” The woman purses her lips. “Well, in that case, perhaps a journal? That way she could write her own book some day.”
Harry blinks. “Um, sure, that could work.”
“We have many styles of journals,” the woman says. “Follow me.”
She presents Harry with a wall of leather bound journals, in various colours and sizes. Harry eyes several, but one stands out. His eyes keep going back to it. “Can I see that one?” he says, pointing.
The woman hands him a periwinkle blue leather journal. “I love that colour,” she says.
Harry nods. “So does my friend.”
Malfoy, behind him, hums. “That would make a lovely gift, Potter.”
“Yeah.” Harry opens it. The inside of the cover is lined with a print featuring flowers and birds. He smiles, imagining charming it so the birds move. “This one,” he says, tapping the cover with his finger. “And some blue ink, please. Oh, and that quill.” He points.
“Would you like it all gift wrapped?”
“Yes,” Harry says. “But I’d like to leave a message inside the book first?”
“Of course.” The woman goes to get the ink and quill, and while her back is turned, Harry slips out his wand and mutters his charm. The birds on the paper start to fly about and chirp faintly.
“Clever,” murmurs Malfoy. “Look out, she’s coming.”
Hiding his wand and closing the book, Harry hands it to her and she wraps it, along with the other items, in silver and blue paper.
“She’ll love this,” Harry says as they walk out, package in hand. He ducks into an alley and, shrinking it, slips it into his pocket. “Thanks, Malfoy.”
“Anytime.” Malfoy hums. “So, do you want to go and look at the displays now? You seemed pretty captivated before.”
“That sounds interesting,” Harry admits. He steps closer to Malfoy. “But since we’re done shopping for Hermione, I thought we could do something else instead.”
Malfoy laughs. “We’re out in the open,” he warns. “Someone could see.”
“Let them,” murmurs Harry, and right there, in full view of a street full of Muggles, he curls his hand around Malfoy’s neck and, pulling him in, kisses him.
The kiss is tentative at first, but Malfoy tastes so good, his distinct flavour added to a lingering hint of chocolate is so addicting, that Harry can’t seem to stop. He deepens the kiss, his tongue stroking against Malfoy’s until they’re both moaning together. Malfoy has to pull away.
“Har—Potter,” he gasps.
“I like hearing you say Harry.”
Malfoy’s eyes darken. “Harry. Is there anyone else you need to shop for?”
Harry tries to gather his scattered thoughts. “No, I think I’m finished.”
Malfoy smiles. “Then there are better places we could be doing this,” he suggests, the light in his eyes mischievous.
Harry grins back. “I like the way you think.”
“Yours I presume?” Malfoy says. “Since you like to…take charge.”
Harry exhales. “Yours is fine, actually,” he whispers.
“Ooh, ready to hand over the reins? How very Gryffindor.”
Harry laughs. “Oh, I didn’t say that. Let’s see how it goes, shall we, Draco?”
“Fair enough. Hold on,” Draco says, dragging him out of sight of the street.
A moment later they land in a living room, the fading evening sun shining through the window. They kiss, slowly exploring each other as they sink onto a nearby sofa.
Draco is a brilliant kisser, and soon, Harry is straining against him, panting. “More?” Draco asks.
Harry nods, whimpering as Draco’s fingers skim along his thigh to lightly graze his erection. “Bed?”
“I didn’t want to presume,” murmurs Draco, and, joined at the lips, they stumble out of the living room and into a bedroom, shedding clothes all the way.
Harry, focussed on Draco, doesn’t notice much except the press of Draco’s body against his as they fall onto the bed and writhe together, and the overwhelming sound and smell and feel of Draco as he quickly prepares, and then enters him.
Draco is hot silk, and as he undulates beneath Harry, it’s all Harry can do not to lose himself in him and come immediately. When he wraps his legs around Harry and arches up against him, it’s too much, and Harry pours himself into Draco, moaning as Draco’s come spills between them in warm bursts.
They lie there for a while, recovering, and when Harry finally turns to face Draco, his face is as open as Harry’s ever seen it. “Come with me to Ron and Hermione’s for Christmas dinner,” he says, trailing a hand over Draco’s face.
Draco blinks. “Not possible,” he says. “I have Christmas with my family, remember?” He hums. “But you could come to that.”
“I—” Harry runs his thumb over Draco’s lower lip. “I’m not expected there.”
“So?” Draco shrugs. “Mother and Andromeda would welcome you, Teddy would no doubt love it, and Father….” He exhales. “Father will have to get accustomed to the idea that many things have changed while he was in prison.”
“All right,” says Harry slowly. “But then we need to visit Ron and Hermione’s afterwards. I want you to see her reaction to her gift.”
Draco nods. “Agreed.” He smiles, and it has an edge. “Now that that’s settled, perhaps we can explore what we discussed earlier.”
Harry suppresses a shiver. “What do you mean?” he asks, feigning innocence.
Draco rolls on top of Harry, straddling him. “Ready to…give up some control?” he purrs.
Harry grins up at him, his hand settling on Draco’s hips. “Absolutely. Do your worst.”
~
Concluded in Part 6 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Word count: 1605
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas prompts #25 - 29: Ridiculously cute Christmas displays / ads, Lucius as Santa, Inviting someone unexpected for Christmas dinner, Bringing joy to orphans, Gingerbread house competition. This is part 5 of my H/D Gift Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
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: After shopping, there's nothing better than some well-earned relaxation.
Back to Part 4 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
The Perfect Gift - Part 5
~
“Right,” says Harry as they emerge from the restaurant. “I take it you know where we’re going?” He feels energised, refreshed, although he does miss the warmth of holding Malfoy’s hand in his.
“Of course.” Malfoy looks at him for a moment, a small smile on his face as if he knows exactly what Harry’s thinking. “I should Side-Along-Apparate us, though,” he finally says. “It’s…safer that way.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “You just don’t want to tell me where we’re going,” he mutters.
“Maybe,” murmurs Malfoy. Grasping Harry’s hand, he pulls him into an alleyway. “Perhaps I want it to be a surprise, or maybe I just want to touch you.”
“Oh.” Harry exhales. “In that case, feel free to never tell me.”
“Eager, Potter?” Malfoy leans in until their mouths are almost touching. “Alas, we’re still on a mission. Perhaps once it’s over—”
“Definitely once it’s over,” replies Harry. The words are ripped from his throat as Malfoy chooses that moment to Apparate them. He clings to Malfoy and, when they land a moment later, he groans. “Bastard. I hate Side-Along-Apparating.”
“Like to be in control, hm?” Malfoy’s smirk is filthy. “Have you ever tried letting someone else be in charge? You never know, you might like it.”
Not sure they’re still talking about Apparating, Harry swallows hard. “Hermione’s gift,” he reminds both of them. “We’re here to find her the perfect gift.”
“True.” Malfoy hums. “This way.”
They emerge onto a busy street lined with shops. Harry looks around. “Oh, wow.”
Malfoy sighs. “Try not to look. Some of the displays that Muggles create can be—”
Harry has already tuned him out. “Merlin,” he breathes, pressing his face up against a glass window. “Look at this! That bunny’s wearing a Santa suit! And so are those puppies!”
Malfoy takes Harry’s arm, steering him away from the captivating pet shop window display. “The Christmas displays around here are ridiculously adorable,” he says. “Try not to look directly at them.”
Harry laughs. “Oh come on, it can’t be that ba—” He stops. “Holy…Malfoy, look at that gingerbread house display! Oh wait, I think it’s a competition. We should stop and vote! Malfoy? Malfoy! My word, they even have little gingerbread animals and people!”
Placing his hand on his back, Malfoy propels Harry past the gingerbread, past the stuffed animal displays, and even a man who looks eerily like Lucius Malfoy, who is dressed like Santa and ringing a bell while standing beside a large red cauldron. “That man’s raising money to bring Christmas joy to orphans,” Harry says, reading the sign. “Shouldn’t we—?”
“We’re on a mission,” Malfoy says. “If you get caught up in the shop displays and by charity organisations we’ll never make it to the stationary shop in time.”
“I want to donate money.”
“Do you have any Muggle money?” Malfoy asks.
“Some.”
“Enough to buy Granger’s gift and donate?”
“Damn. No.”
“Then you’ll have to figure out a way to do it later,” Malfoy says. “I’ll help you, okay?”
“All right,” Harry agrees, although he does continue to stare into the shop windows as they walk past.
“Here we are,” Malfoy finally says. “‘Paper Perfection’.”
Harry eyes the shop. It looks tiny, cramped. “This is where Santa told us to come?” He frowns. “Maybe he was joking?”
“Would he ever joke about Christmas?” Malfoy asks.
“No, probably not.” Nodding, Harry pushes open the door. The shop is surprisingly airy, and stacked bottom to top with books and piles of paper and parchment. There are also all shapes and sizes of pens, and quills, and bottles of ink in every colour.
“How can we help you?” asks the young woman at the desk.
Harry clears his throat. “I’m looking for a gift for a friend.”
“I see.” The woman smiles. “Does your friend like decorative stationery?”
Harry shrugs. “No idea. She does take a lot of notes because she reads a lot. I was going to get her a book, but, well, I think she has them all.”
“Ah.” The woman purses her lips. “Well, in that case, perhaps a journal? That way she could write her own book some day.”
Harry blinks. “Um, sure, that could work.”
“We have many styles of journals,” the woman says. “Follow me.”
She presents Harry with a wall of leather bound journals, in various colours and sizes. Harry eyes several, but one stands out. His eyes keep going back to it. “Can I see that one?” he says, pointing.
The woman hands him a periwinkle blue leather journal. “I love that colour,” she says.
Harry nods. “So does my friend.”
Malfoy, behind him, hums. “That would make a lovely gift, Potter.”
“Yeah.” Harry opens it. The inside of the cover is lined with a print featuring flowers and birds. He smiles, imagining charming it so the birds move. “This one,” he says, tapping the cover with his finger. “And some blue ink, please. Oh, and that quill.” He points.
“Would you like it all gift wrapped?”
“Yes,” Harry says. “But I’d like to leave a message inside the book first?”
“Of course.” The woman goes to get the ink and quill, and while her back is turned, Harry slips out his wand and mutters his charm. The birds on the paper start to fly about and chirp faintly.
“Clever,” murmurs Malfoy. “Look out, she’s coming.”
Hiding his wand and closing the book, Harry hands it to her and she wraps it, along with the other items, in silver and blue paper.
“She’ll love this,” Harry says as they walk out, package in hand. He ducks into an alley and, shrinking it, slips it into his pocket. “Thanks, Malfoy.”
“Anytime.” Malfoy hums. “So, do you want to go and look at the displays now? You seemed pretty captivated before.”
“That sounds interesting,” Harry admits. He steps closer to Malfoy. “But since we’re done shopping for Hermione, I thought we could do something else instead.”
Malfoy laughs. “We’re out in the open,” he warns. “Someone could see.”
“Let them,” murmurs Harry, and right there, in full view of a street full of Muggles, he curls his hand around Malfoy’s neck and, pulling him in, kisses him.
The kiss is tentative at first, but Malfoy tastes so good, his distinct flavour added to a lingering hint of chocolate is so addicting, that Harry can’t seem to stop. He deepens the kiss, his tongue stroking against Malfoy’s until they’re both moaning together. Malfoy has to pull away.
“Har—Potter,” he gasps.
“I like hearing you say Harry.”
Malfoy’s eyes darken. “Harry. Is there anyone else you need to shop for?”
Harry tries to gather his scattered thoughts. “No, I think I’m finished.”
Malfoy smiles. “Then there are better places we could be doing this,” he suggests, the light in his eyes mischievous.
Harry grins back. “I like the way you think.”
“Yours I presume?” Malfoy says. “Since you like to…take charge.”
Harry exhales. “Yours is fine, actually,” he whispers.
“Ooh, ready to hand over the reins? How very Gryffindor.”
Harry laughs. “Oh, I didn’t say that. Let’s see how it goes, shall we, Draco?”
“Fair enough. Hold on,” Draco says, dragging him out of sight of the street.
A moment later they land in a living room, the fading evening sun shining through the window. They kiss, slowly exploring each other as they sink onto a nearby sofa.
Draco is a brilliant kisser, and soon, Harry is straining against him, panting. “More?” Draco asks.
Harry nods, whimpering as Draco’s fingers skim along his thigh to lightly graze his erection. “Bed?”
“I didn’t want to presume,” murmurs Draco, and, joined at the lips, they stumble out of the living room and into a bedroom, shedding clothes all the way.
Harry, focussed on Draco, doesn’t notice much except the press of Draco’s body against his as they fall onto the bed and writhe together, and the overwhelming sound and smell and feel of Draco as he quickly prepares, and then enters him.
Draco is hot silk, and as he undulates beneath Harry, it’s all Harry can do not to lose himself in him and come immediately. When he wraps his legs around Harry and arches up against him, it’s too much, and Harry pours himself into Draco, moaning as Draco’s come spills between them in warm bursts.
They lie there for a while, recovering, and when Harry finally turns to face Draco, his face is as open as Harry’s ever seen it. “Come with me to Ron and Hermione’s for Christmas dinner,” he says, trailing a hand over Draco’s face.
Draco blinks. “Not possible,” he says. “I have Christmas with my family, remember?” He hums. “But you could come to that.”
“I—” Harry runs his thumb over Draco’s lower lip. “I’m not expected there.”
“So?” Draco shrugs. “Mother and Andromeda would welcome you, Teddy would no doubt love it, and Father….” He exhales. “Father will have to get accustomed to the idea that many things have changed while he was in prison.”
“All right,” says Harry slowly. “But then we need to visit Ron and Hermione’s afterwards. I want you to see her reaction to her gift.”
Draco nods. “Agreed.” He smiles, and it has an edge. “Now that that’s settled, perhaps we can explore what we discussed earlier.”
Harry suppresses a shiver. “What do you mean?” he asks, feigning innocence.
Draco rolls on top of Harry, straddling him. “Ready to…give up some control?” he purrs.
Harry grins up at him, his hand settling on Draco’s hips. “Absolutely. Do your worst.”
~
Concluded in Part 6 (LJ/IJ/DW)