Fic: The Perfect Gift - Part 6
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alisanneTitle: The Perfect Gift - Part 6
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1520
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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dracoharry100's Christmas prompts #30 and 31: New Year's Eve party, Starting off the new year with a new perspective.
This is part 6, the final part, 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: Happiness gives a new perspective.
Back to Part 5 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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The Perfect Gift - Part 6
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“See? You survived.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I would have if we’d stayed much longer,” he admits. “The way your father was looking at me—” He shudders.
Draco smirks. “That’s only because you mentioned his resemblance to that Muggle bloke we saw fundraising for orphans that day when we got Granger’s gift. The idea that he could have anything in common with a Muggle is probably a shock.”
Harry coughs. “Yeah, that probably wasn’t the best thing to bring up. But when I get nervous I tend to babble.”
“That’s not the only time you babble,” Draco whispers. “You tend to do it when my tongue’s in your arse, too.”
“Draco!” Harry’s sure his face is glowing. “Stop!”
“Stop rimming you?” Draco smirks. “Why should I? I like doing it.”
“You are impossible,” Harry hisses, linking their arms and speeding up their exit from the Manor. Once outside, they slow down. “What if your mother had heard that?”
Draco smirks. “I’m pretty sure Mother knows we’re fucking, Harry.”
“Still, no need to give her a blow by blow description!”
“That wasn’t a blow by blow description.” Draco laughs. “But I could do that…”
“Stop!” Harry cries. “You’re terrible.”
“And you’re delightfully innocent,” Draco says. “I can’t help but tease.”
“I am not innocent!”
Draco licks his lips. “I know.”
Groaning, Harry turns to face Draco, grasping his arms. “Will you stop? I want your mother to like me, not ban me forever for corrupting her baby.”
“Oh, please. It’ll be fine. Mother loved having you, and Teddy was clearly thrilled, which made Andromeda happy, which, again, made Mother happy. You’re in no danger of being disinvited.”
Harry blinks. “Teddy did seem pretty happy to see me.”
“Happy?” Draco snorts. “Try ecstatic. He didn’t leave your side the entire time.” He pouts. “It was annoying, actually. If he weren’t so cute—”
Harry chuckles. “Are you jealous that you couldn’t sit beside me at dinner?”
Draco huffs. “I had plans.”
“What, were you going to grope me all evening?” Harry says.
Draco’s cough says it all.
Harry shakes his head. “It was probably for the best since I’m not sure I could have sat still with your hand on my leg.”
“Whatever. You just need to get used to me groping you in public,” Draco says, waving his hand. “Especially since it’s one of my favourite pastimes.”
“Okay, but no groping at the Weasleys', all right?”
“Why not?” Draco frowns. “Ashamed of me?”
“Of course not. I’ll just never hear the end of it from Ron if we scandalise him.”
Draco makes a rude noise. “If he wants to be scandalised, I’ll take care of that.”
Oh, bloody hell. Harry groans. “That wasn’t a dare.”
Draco smirks. “Of course it wasn’t. So, are you Side-Along-Apparating us there?”
Harry shakes his head. “Promise you won’t do anything too…” He pauses, pondering how to put it.
“Scandalous?” Draco finishes. His grin is wicked. “You have met me, right?”
“Which is why I’m mentioning it at all!”
Draco laughs softly. “I do love winding you up. Now come on, it’s time to go.”
“Draco—” Harry sighs as he’s pulled into a kiss that quickly deepens until they’re panting into each other’s mouths. Drawing away, Harry leans his forehead against Draco’s. “You are so infuriating. And don’t think you distracted me enough that I’m going to forget what we were discussing! Promise you won’t grope me at the Weasleys'.”
“Or else what?” Draco replies, tone arch. “You’ll punish me?”
Harry moans, his cock immediately perking up as he recalls the last time they indulged in a bout of punishment. “I can deny you sex, you know,” he threatens.
Pulling back, Draco, not looking remotely worried, hums. “I’d be more worried if you could actually keep your hands off me.”
Harry sighs. Draco’s right and they both know it. Since getting together, they’ve been practically inseparable, and Harry spends all his time around Draco in a state of almost perpetual arousal. “I’ll think of some way to punish you that you won’t like.”
“If you say so.” Draco kisses him sweetly. “Now are we going to the Weasleys' or are we going to say never mind and go back to yours and shag?”
Shaking his head, Harry pulls Draco close, and within moments they’re at the Burrow. The house is lit up, clearly the party is in full swing.
Hand in hand, they walk towards the door. It’s already open and Harry pushes it open.
“Harry!” Molly, beaming, pulls him into a hug. When she grabs Draco, too, Draco looks a bit gobsmacked. “You made it. how wonderful! Come and eat something.”
Despite having sat through a formal dinner at the Manor, Harry finds space for a couple of mincemeat pies before he and Draco make their way into the sitting room.
“Harry!” Hermione sees him and waves and they work their way over to her. “Finally! It’s been two weeks since we’ve seen you.”
Harry, feeling himself flush, hugs her. “Sorry. Been…busy.”
Hermione, eyebrow raised, tilts her head to look behind him at Draco. “So I see.”
Harry coughs. “Erm…”
Rolling his eyes, Draco moves past Harry. “Happy Christmas, Granger,” he says, extending his hand. “Since Harry and I are dating, it looks like we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. I hope we can manage to get along for his sake.”
Hermione’s eyes narrow, but she nods, shaking his hand. “I think we can,” she says. She smirks. “After all, if you upset me, I’ll just punch you again.”
Harry hold his breath, but Draco just laughs. “Fair enough.”
After that, everyone relaxes, Ron claps Harry on the back and actually begins being cordial to Draco. Finally, the time comes for gift exchange, and everyone is ripping open presents.
Hermione’s clearly delighted with Ron’s choice of a first edition Arithmancy tome, along with the memoirs of a famous Arithmancy expert. “What about those romance books you were looking at?” Harry leans in and asks while she’s distracted. “Did you get any?”
“Yeah.” Ron coughs. “Valentine’s Day.”
Harry laughs. “Smart.”
When Hermione gets to Harry’s gift, she shakes it experimentally. “Hm.”
“You didn’t get her an Arithmancy book, did you?” Ron mutters.
Harry rolls his eyes. “After I said I wouldn’t? No.”
“Okay, then.”
Hermione rips into the paper and, nervous, Harry chews his bottom lip as he watches. Suddenly, a hand slips into his. He looks up to see Draco smiling at him, and he relaxes.
“Oh!” exclaims Hermione, as she opens the journal. “It’s perfect. I needed a new one.”
“The birds on the inside are charmed,” says Harry. “And I knew you liked that colour—”
“I love it!” Leaning in, Hermione hugs Harry. “Thank you.”
“See?” murmurs Draco afterward. “I knew she’d love it.”
The party begins to wind down, and people start to head home. “Are you two going to Luna’s New Year’s Eve party?” Ron asks.
Harry nods. “Definitely.”
Draco, encountering a chess set on the sideboard, says, “Who in the family plays?”
Ron’s grin is feral. “Why?”
Draco hums. “I haven’t found anyone to worth playing against for ages. I thought maybe I could tempt them into a game or two.”
“Is that so?” Ron, to Draco’s clear surprise, slings an arm over his shoulders. “I didn't know you liked chess. How have we never talked about that?”
“In all our many personal conversations?” Draco says, tone dry.
“Point.” Ron hums. “Well, since we’re all trying to get along, maybe we should set up a match sometime—”
As Harry watches them fondly, something warm unfurls in his chest. Happiness. He’s happy.
Hermione chooses that moment to pull him aside. “So, you and Malfoy, hm?” she says, eyes searching his.
“Yeah.” Harry exhales. “Are you all right with it?”
Hermione laughs. “Oh, Harry. I’ve known it was coming since sixth year, so I’ve had time to adjust. And I’ve been warning Ron for a while.”
Harry shakes his head. “No wonder he’s so relaxed.”
“So are you.” Hermione tilts her head. “You look happier than I’ve seen you in ages.” Leaning up, she kisses his cheek. “And that’s the best gift of all. That’s all I want for you.”
“Thanks, Hermione.” Harry exhales. “It’s weird, actually. It feels like the beginning of something big.”
“Nice way to start off the new year,” Hermione says, patting his arm “Now I’d better go rescue Ron. He’s looking far too excited about beating Malfoy at chess.”
Later, as he and Draco walk outside hand in hand, Draco says, “Am I to assume that Granger approves of us?”
“Yes.” Harry smiles. “She does.”
“Lovely.” Draco pats Harry’s arse. “You realise this means I can now grope you in front of her, yes? And where she goes, so does Weasley.” He grins. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Harry laughs. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have some suggestions,” purrs Draco, and as they Apparate away to put some of the suggestions to the test, Harry’s happiness knows no bounds.
~
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Word count: 1520
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas prompts #30 and 31: New Year's Eve party, Starting off the new year with a new perspective.This is part 6, the final part, 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: Happiness gives a new perspective.
Back to Part 5 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
The Perfect Gift - Part 6
~
“See? You survived.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I would have if we’d stayed much longer,” he admits. “The way your father was looking at me—” He shudders.
Draco smirks. “That’s only because you mentioned his resemblance to that Muggle bloke we saw fundraising for orphans that day when we got Granger’s gift. The idea that he could have anything in common with a Muggle is probably a shock.”
Harry coughs. “Yeah, that probably wasn’t the best thing to bring up. But when I get nervous I tend to babble.”
“That’s not the only time you babble,” Draco whispers. “You tend to do it when my tongue’s in your arse, too.”
“Draco!” Harry’s sure his face is glowing. “Stop!”
“Stop rimming you?” Draco smirks. “Why should I? I like doing it.”
“You are impossible,” Harry hisses, linking their arms and speeding up their exit from the Manor. Once outside, they slow down. “What if your mother had heard that?”
Draco smirks. “I’m pretty sure Mother knows we’re fucking, Harry.”
“Still, no need to give her a blow by blow description!”
“That wasn’t a blow by blow description.” Draco laughs. “But I could do that…”
“Stop!” Harry cries. “You’re terrible.”
“And you’re delightfully innocent,” Draco says. “I can’t help but tease.”
“I am not innocent!”
Draco licks his lips. “I know.”
Groaning, Harry turns to face Draco, grasping his arms. “Will you stop? I want your mother to like me, not ban me forever for corrupting her baby.”
“Oh, please. It’ll be fine. Mother loved having you, and Teddy was clearly thrilled, which made Andromeda happy, which, again, made Mother happy. You’re in no danger of being disinvited.”
Harry blinks. “Teddy did seem pretty happy to see me.”
“Happy?” Draco snorts. “Try ecstatic. He didn’t leave your side the entire time.” He pouts. “It was annoying, actually. If he weren’t so cute—”
Harry chuckles. “Are you jealous that you couldn’t sit beside me at dinner?”
Draco huffs. “I had plans.”
“What, were you going to grope me all evening?” Harry says.
Draco’s cough says it all.
Harry shakes his head. “It was probably for the best since I’m not sure I could have sat still with your hand on my leg.”
“Whatever. You just need to get used to me groping you in public,” Draco says, waving his hand. “Especially since it’s one of my favourite pastimes.”
“Okay, but no groping at the Weasleys', all right?”
“Why not?” Draco frowns. “Ashamed of me?”
“Of course not. I’ll just never hear the end of it from Ron if we scandalise him.”
Draco makes a rude noise. “If he wants to be scandalised, I’ll take care of that.”
Oh, bloody hell. Harry groans. “That wasn’t a dare.”
Draco smirks. “Of course it wasn’t. So, are you Side-Along-Apparating us there?”
Harry shakes his head. “Promise you won’t do anything too…” He pauses, pondering how to put it.
“Scandalous?” Draco finishes. His grin is wicked. “You have met me, right?”
“Which is why I’m mentioning it at all!”
Draco laughs softly. “I do love winding you up. Now come on, it’s time to go.”
“Draco—” Harry sighs as he’s pulled into a kiss that quickly deepens until they’re panting into each other’s mouths. Drawing away, Harry leans his forehead against Draco’s. “You are so infuriating. And don’t think you distracted me enough that I’m going to forget what we were discussing! Promise you won’t grope me at the Weasleys'.”
“Or else what?” Draco replies, tone arch. “You’ll punish me?”
Harry moans, his cock immediately perking up as he recalls the last time they indulged in a bout of punishment. “I can deny you sex, you know,” he threatens.
Pulling back, Draco, not looking remotely worried, hums. “I’d be more worried if you could actually keep your hands off me.”
Harry sighs. Draco’s right and they both know it. Since getting together, they’ve been practically inseparable, and Harry spends all his time around Draco in a state of almost perpetual arousal. “I’ll think of some way to punish you that you won’t like.”
“If you say so.” Draco kisses him sweetly. “Now are we going to the Weasleys' or are we going to say never mind and go back to yours and shag?”
Shaking his head, Harry pulls Draco close, and within moments they’re at the Burrow. The house is lit up, clearly the party is in full swing.
Hand in hand, they walk towards the door. It’s already open and Harry pushes it open.
“Harry!” Molly, beaming, pulls him into a hug. When she grabs Draco, too, Draco looks a bit gobsmacked. “You made it. how wonderful! Come and eat something.”
Despite having sat through a formal dinner at the Manor, Harry finds space for a couple of mincemeat pies before he and Draco make their way into the sitting room.
“Harry!” Hermione sees him and waves and they work their way over to her. “Finally! It’s been two weeks since we’ve seen you.”
Harry, feeling himself flush, hugs her. “Sorry. Been…busy.”
Hermione, eyebrow raised, tilts her head to look behind him at Draco. “So I see.”
Harry coughs. “Erm…”
Rolling his eyes, Draco moves past Harry. “Happy Christmas, Granger,” he says, extending his hand. “Since Harry and I are dating, it looks like we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. I hope we can manage to get along for his sake.”
Hermione’s eyes narrow, but she nods, shaking his hand. “I think we can,” she says. She smirks. “After all, if you upset me, I’ll just punch you again.”
Harry hold his breath, but Draco just laughs. “Fair enough.”
After that, everyone relaxes, Ron claps Harry on the back and actually begins being cordial to Draco. Finally, the time comes for gift exchange, and everyone is ripping open presents.
Hermione’s clearly delighted with Ron’s choice of a first edition Arithmancy tome, along with the memoirs of a famous Arithmancy expert. “What about those romance books you were looking at?” Harry leans in and asks while she’s distracted. “Did you get any?”
“Yeah.” Ron coughs. “Valentine’s Day.”
Harry laughs. “Smart.”
When Hermione gets to Harry’s gift, she shakes it experimentally. “Hm.”
“You didn’t get her an Arithmancy book, did you?” Ron mutters.
Harry rolls his eyes. “After I said I wouldn’t? No.”
“Okay, then.”
Hermione rips into the paper and, nervous, Harry chews his bottom lip as he watches. Suddenly, a hand slips into his. He looks up to see Draco smiling at him, and he relaxes.
“Oh!” exclaims Hermione, as she opens the journal. “It’s perfect. I needed a new one.”
“The birds on the inside are charmed,” says Harry. “And I knew you liked that colour—”
“I love it!” Leaning in, Hermione hugs Harry. “Thank you.”
“See?” murmurs Draco afterward. “I knew she’d love it.”
The party begins to wind down, and people start to head home. “Are you two going to Luna’s New Year’s Eve party?” Ron asks.
Harry nods. “Definitely.”
Draco, encountering a chess set on the sideboard, says, “Who in the family plays?”
Ron’s grin is feral. “Why?”
Draco hums. “I haven’t found anyone to worth playing against for ages. I thought maybe I could tempt them into a game or two.”
“Is that so?” Ron, to Draco’s clear surprise, slings an arm over his shoulders. “I didn't know you liked chess. How have we never talked about that?”
“In all our many personal conversations?” Draco says, tone dry.
“Point.” Ron hums. “Well, since we’re all trying to get along, maybe we should set up a match sometime—”
As Harry watches them fondly, something warm unfurls in his chest. Happiness. He’s happy.
Hermione chooses that moment to pull him aside. “So, you and Malfoy, hm?” she says, eyes searching his.
“Yeah.” Harry exhales. “Are you all right with it?”
Hermione laughs. “Oh, Harry. I’ve known it was coming since sixth year, so I’ve had time to adjust. And I’ve been warning Ron for a while.”
Harry shakes his head. “No wonder he’s so relaxed.”
“So are you.” Hermione tilts her head. “You look happier than I’ve seen you in ages.” Leaning up, she kisses his cheek. “And that’s the best gift of all. That’s all I want for you.”
“Thanks, Hermione.” Harry exhales. “It’s weird, actually. It feels like the beginning of something big.”
“Nice way to start off the new year,” Hermione says, patting his arm “Now I’d better go rescue Ron. He’s looking far too excited about beating Malfoy at chess.”
Later, as he and Draco walk outside hand in hand, Draco says, “Am I to assume that Granger approves of us?”
“Yes.” Harry smiles. “She does.”
“Lovely.” Draco pats Harry’s arse. “You realise this means I can now grope you in front of her, yes? And where she goes, so does Weasley.” He grins. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Harry laughs. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have some suggestions,” purrs Draco, and as they Apparate away to put some of the suggestions to the test, Harry’s happiness knows no bounds.
~
