Fic: Going Home: Part Three
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Title: Going Home: Part Three
Author:
alisanne
Word count: 1010
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/
dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas Lights, and for
slythindor100/
slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 3 (traditional): Trimming the tree.
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: Part 3 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Three
~
Sated, Harry turned his head, looking over at Draco. He looked shagged out, a fine sheen of sweat covering him, and smiling, Harry kissed his shoulder.
Draco shifted closer and murmured something but didn’t wake, and satisfied he’d given Draco exactly the peace he needed, Harry slipped out of bed, grabbed his glasses and his wand, and pulled on a dressing gown.
Leaving Draco in bed, Harry went out to the living room and looked around. The cabin wasn’t yet decorated and, feeling restless, Harry decided it was time. Andromeda loved the holidays and he was sure she had tree decorations and Christmas lights around there somewhere.
After a determined search, he found them, pulling them out.
He sighed as he looked out the window. It was almost dusk, and the snow hadn’t stopped falling, in fact it seemed to be falling more thickly than before.
Biting his lip, Harry looked back toward the bedroom, then shook his head. “I can do this by myself,” he whispered aloud. “So what if it’s cold out? I’m a sodding wizard!”
Pointing the wand at himself, Harry Transfigured his dressing gown into a thick coat. Then, pulling on his boots, which where were by the door, he slipped out the back.
The woods behind Andromeda’s cabin were quiet; the only sound was snow crunching under Harry’s feet. Inhaling the crisp air, Harry smiled.
As he trudged through the snow, Harry was soon out of sight of the cabin, and the falling snow did not help visibility at all.
Despite repeated Warming Charms, Harry began shivering after only a few minutes. The nearby trees were beginning to look appealing. He stood, looking around at the grove of trees in which he was standing. If only Draco wasn’t such a perfectionist, he could get away with a lopsided tree…
A hoot made him look up. Harry blinked. “Hello,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
The same owl that had delivered Narcissa Malfoy’s letter was looking down at him. They stared at each other for a moment until, swivelling its head, it flapped its wings and took off, gliding silently away.
“Right,” muttered Harry. “That was really weird.”
Shaking his head, he shrugged, and, scanning, picked the best tree he could see through the heavy snowfall. Doing a quick Severing Charm on the trunk, he levitated it back to the house.
It took some manoeuvring to get it inside, but once it was done, Harry stood back and grinned. It fit perfectly by the large front window, and was visible from every corner of the room.
After that, hanging the decorations and lights were child’s play.
Harry was almost done when Draco stumbled out into the living room rubbing his eyes. “I woke up and you were gone—” He paused. “Salazar but you’ve been busy,” he said, looking around at all the decorations. “Festive.”
Grinning, Harry hung one last ball on the tree before walking over to Draco and kissing him. “Feel better?”
“Mmm.” Draco hummed. “Much, thank you.” He smiled into Harry’s eyes. “A hard fucking followed by a nice nap was just what I needed. You always know exactly what I need, don’t you?”
“Just like you always know what I need,” Harry replied. “So, are there any changes you want to make to the decorations?”
Draco walked around the tree, inspecting it. “Other than slightly too many red and gold balls? Not really.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “If you wanted a more Slytherin tree, you should have been awake.”
Draco snorted, drawing his wand. “Or I could do this,” he said, waving it, and every red ball turned green, which every gold ball turned silver. “There. Perfect.”
Harry shook his head. “Finite.”
Draco pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m a lot of fun, actually,” said Harry, dragging Draco close again. “Don’t tell me you need me to prove it again.”
“You think you’re up for that?” Draco asked, his expression challenging.
“I am always up for that,” said Harry, kissing him. Walking Draco backwards until he hit the wall, Harry plundered his mouth until they were both gasping.
“Right here?” Draco whispered against Harry’s mouth. “In front of the window, illuminated by Christmas lights? Why, Potter, how exciting.”
Growling, Harry dragged Draco to the floor. “I’ll show you exciting,” he said, shrugging off the dressing gown.
Draco was hard, and, shooting him a wicked smirk, Harry leaned down, taking him into his mouth and sucking.
“Fuck!” Draco cried, his back arching and his fingers tangling in Harry’s hair. “Harry!”
Harry teased his slit, tonguing him, sucking him down to the root, listening to his breathing, and as soon as Draco was about to come, he pulled off.
“Harry!”
Grinning, Harry kissed him. “Want to ride you,” he whispered, watching the Christmas lights reflected in Draco’s eyes. “You good with that?”
Draco was panting, his chest heaving. His eyes met Harry’s, lust and love shining deep within. “Yes.”
“Brilliant.” Closing his eyes, Harry did the fastest Lubrication and Stretching Spell of his life before positioning himself and sinking down onto Draco, who clutched his hips and moaned as Harry worked himself onto his cock.
Obscenities spilled from Draco’s lips as Harry started to move. “Faster, you fucking tease—” he gasped.
Harry grinned, throwing his head back. “Slower you said?” he breathed, stopping with just the tip of Draco’s cock inside him.
“You fucker,” Draco growled, and sitting up, he toppled Harry onto his back, shoving roughly into him.
Arching his back, Harry clung to Draco as he lost control, as he took and took and took, and finally, as pleasure was rolling over both of them, Harry came, painting Draco’s belly with come.
Once Draco shuddered through his own release, he collapsed, his face in Harry’s neck.
Harry watched the blinking Christmas lights for a while, smiling as the fairies adjusted certain lights to make them sparkle more brightly.
“You know,” murmured Draco into Harry’s skin, “I could get used to this.”
“Yeah,” agreed Harry, gently stroking Draco’s back. “So could I.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Four (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Word count: 1010
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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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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Authors Notes: Part 3 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
~
Going Home: Part Three
~
Sated, Harry turned his head, looking over at Draco. He looked shagged out, a fine sheen of sweat covering him, and smiling, Harry kissed his shoulder.
Draco shifted closer and murmured something but didn’t wake, and satisfied he’d given Draco exactly the peace he needed, Harry slipped out of bed, grabbed his glasses and his wand, and pulled on a dressing gown.
Leaving Draco in bed, Harry went out to the living room and looked around. The cabin wasn’t yet decorated and, feeling restless, Harry decided it was time. Andromeda loved the holidays and he was sure she had tree decorations and Christmas lights around there somewhere.
After a determined search, he found them, pulling them out.
He sighed as he looked out the window. It was almost dusk, and the snow hadn’t stopped falling, in fact it seemed to be falling more thickly than before.
Biting his lip, Harry looked back toward the bedroom, then shook his head. “I can do this by myself,” he whispered aloud. “So what if it’s cold out? I’m a sodding wizard!”
Pointing the wand at himself, Harry Transfigured his dressing gown into a thick coat. Then, pulling on his boots, which where were by the door, he slipped out the back.
The woods behind Andromeda’s cabin were quiet; the only sound was snow crunching under Harry’s feet. Inhaling the crisp air, Harry smiled.
As he trudged through the snow, Harry was soon out of sight of the cabin, and the falling snow did not help visibility at all.
Despite repeated Warming Charms, Harry began shivering after only a few minutes. The nearby trees were beginning to look appealing. He stood, looking around at the grove of trees in which he was standing. If only Draco wasn’t such a perfectionist, he could get away with a lopsided tree…
A hoot made him look up. Harry blinked. “Hello,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
The same owl that had delivered Narcissa Malfoy’s letter was looking down at him. They stared at each other for a moment until, swivelling its head, it flapped its wings and took off, gliding silently away.
“Right,” muttered Harry. “That was really weird.”
Shaking his head, he shrugged, and, scanning, picked the best tree he could see through the heavy snowfall. Doing a quick Severing Charm on the trunk, he levitated it back to the house.
It took some manoeuvring to get it inside, but once it was done, Harry stood back and grinned. It fit perfectly by the large front window, and was visible from every corner of the room.
After that, hanging the decorations and lights were child’s play.
Harry was almost done when Draco stumbled out into the living room rubbing his eyes. “I woke up and you were gone—” He paused. “Salazar but you’ve been busy,” he said, looking around at all the decorations. “Festive.”
Grinning, Harry hung one last ball on the tree before walking over to Draco and kissing him. “Feel better?”
“Mmm.” Draco hummed. “Much, thank you.” He smiled into Harry’s eyes. “A hard fucking followed by a nice nap was just what I needed. You always know exactly what I need, don’t you?”
“Just like you always know what I need,” Harry replied. “So, are there any changes you want to make to the decorations?”
Draco walked around the tree, inspecting it. “Other than slightly too many red and gold balls? Not really.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “If you wanted a more Slytherin tree, you should have been awake.”
Draco snorted, drawing his wand. “Or I could do this,” he said, waving it, and every red ball turned green, which every gold ball turned silver. “There. Perfect.”
Harry shook his head. “Finite.”
Draco pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m a lot of fun, actually,” said Harry, dragging Draco close again. “Don’t tell me you need me to prove it again.”
“You think you’re up for that?” Draco asked, his expression challenging.
“I am always up for that,” said Harry, kissing him. Walking Draco backwards until he hit the wall, Harry plundered his mouth until they were both gasping.
“Right here?” Draco whispered against Harry’s mouth. “In front of the window, illuminated by Christmas lights? Why, Potter, how exciting.”
Growling, Harry dragged Draco to the floor. “I’ll show you exciting,” he said, shrugging off the dressing gown.
Draco was hard, and, shooting him a wicked smirk, Harry leaned down, taking him into his mouth and sucking.
“Fuck!” Draco cried, his back arching and his fingers tangling in Harry’s hair. “Harry!”
Harry teased his slit, tonguing him, sucking him down to the root, listening to his breathing, and as soon as Draco was about to come, he pulled off.
“Harry!”
Grinning, Harry kissed him. “Want to ride you,” he whispered, watching the Christmas lights reflected in Draco’s eyes. “You good with that?”
Draco was panting, his chest heaving. His eyes met Harry’s, lust and love shining deep within. “Yes.”
“Brilliant.” Closing his eyes, Harry did the fastest Lubrication and Stretching Spell of his life before positioning himself and sinking down onto Draco, who clutched his hips and moaned as Harry worked himself onto his cock.
Obscenities spilled from Draco’s lips as Harry started to move. “Faster, you fucking tease—” he gasped.
Harry grinned, throwing his head back. “Slower you said?” he breathed, stopping with just the tip of Draco’s cock inside him.
“You fucker,” Draco growled, and sitting up, he toppled Harry onto his back, shoving roughly into him.
Arching his back, Harry clung to Draco as he lost control, as he took and took and took, and finally, as pleasure was rolling over both of them, Harry came, painting Draco’s belly with come.
Once Draco shuddered through his own release, he collapsed, his face in Harry’s neck.
Harry watched the blinking Christmas lights for a while, smiling as the fairies adjusted certain lights to make them sparkle more brightly.
“You know,” murmured Draco into Harry’s skin, “I could get used to this.”
“Yeah,” agreed Harry, gently stroking Draco’s back. “So could I.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Four (LJ/IJ/DW)
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