alisanne

Title: Going Home: Part Seventeen
Author:

alisanne
Word count: 840
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for

slythindor100/

slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 17 (traditional): Yule Log, amd for

dracoharry100/

dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Yule Log.
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 17 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).

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Going Home: Part Seventeen

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It took Narcissa walking back into the room and clearing her throat several times to make them move apart. Harry could feel himself flushing as she stared at them. Beside him, Draco lifted his chin in mute defiance.

Narcissa smiled. “So. Have you had a chance to make a decision about staying tonight?”

Draco cleared his throat. “Yes. We’d be pleased to accept your hospitality, Mother.”

“Excellent.” Narcissa clapped her hands, and when Bippy appeared, she said, “Prepare the platinum guest suite for Draco and Harry, please.”

Draco frowned. “Doesn’t that suite have two double beds? Harry and I would prefer—”

“Oh we’ve done some renovations since you were last here, dear,” said Narcissa. “I think you’ll find the accommodations to your liking.”

Harry felt Draco relax. “Thank you, Mother.”

Narcissa inclined her head. “Whenever you’re ready, just call Bippy and he’ll take you to your room.”

“Mrs Malfoy?” said Harry before she could leave. “Could Bippy or someone let us know when Hermione wakes up? She may be a bit disoriented, and—”

“Of course.” Narcissa smiled. “I’ve already instructed him to let you know the moment Healer Granger is awake.”

“Thank you.”

Narcissa hummed. “Dinner will be at seven, so you have a couple of hours to relax if you like. I’ll have Bippy give you a fifteen minute warning in case you’re…indisposed or busy.”

Once she was gone, Harry looked at Draco. “Did it seem like she was encouraging us to shag?”

“No,” said Draco firmly. “Not possible. I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen.”

Harry laughed. “You know, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be comfortable enough to do anything remotely sexy in this place, but—”

“But?” Draco murmured, cupping Harry’s jaw.

“I may have changed my mind.” Harry smiled into Draco’s kiss. “Mmm. Let’s move this to the platinum suite, shall we?”

“Good idea,” agreed Draco. Stealing one last kiss, he drew back and said, “Bippy!”

Bippy appeared. “Yes, Master Draco.”

“Please take us and these books,” he gestured to Hermione’s bag, “to our suite.”

“Yes, Master Draco.” Stepping forward, Bippy took their hands, and a moment later they were standing in a beautifully decorated suite of rooms, with a large living room connected to a bedroom and ensuite.

The main colour was a light grey, with touches of pale blue, green, brown, and silver, and as Harry looked around, he saw the place had been decorated for Christmas. There was greenery adorning a large mantel, a Christmas tree by the window covered with green, grey and silver ornaments, and even a Yule log inside the fireplace.

“Does Master Draco need anything else?”

“No, thank you,” said Draco. “You may leave.”

“Wow,” said Harry when they were alone. “This place is—Oof!”

Draco dragged him over towards the fireplace, pressing him down onto the soft bear rug. “Do you really want to discuss the decor, or shall we use this time alone for something more pleasurable?” he purred.

Smirking, Harry rolled Draco beneath him, straddling him. “Something more pleasurable sounds good me,” he said, kissing him.

They writhed together, undressing each other and hastily tossing their clothes aside. Once naked, Draco wound his arms and legs around Harry, his hands cupping the nape of his neck. “Need you,” he said. “Hurry up.”

Harry pursed his lips. “I thought I’d take my time, actually,” he said. “After all, we have two hours.”

Draco’s eyes darkened. “Harry!”

Laughing, Harry leaned down, kissing Draco softly. The kiss soon morphed into an urgent clash of tongues until, his body thrumming with need, Harry prepared Draco quickly, using magic.

“See? You want me as much as I want you,” said Draco, eyes shining as he gazed up at Harry.

“Of course I do.” Desperate to feel him, Harry smirked, sliding two fingers inside Draco. “Just relax, baby.”

Draco arched his back, pulling Harry’s fingers deeper. “Fuck me, come on.”

Harry hummed. “Trying,” he said, even as he draped Draco’s legs up over his shoulders. It wasn’t too long before Draco’s slick hole seemed ready, and Harry pressed inside him. They both moaned.

“Finally,” gasped Draco as Harry sunk inside him.

“Yes,” replied Harry, covering Draco’s mouth with his own.

Harry moved slowly, but couldn’t keep up that pace for long, not with Draco’s muscles clinging to him, and with Draco whispering filthy, delicious words in his ear. He came, pleasure crashing over him, and he felt Draco’s cock, throbbing between them, pulse once, twice, before it spilled onto Harry’s stomach.

When Harry could move, he raised his head and looked down at Draco. “I am getting too old to fuck on rugs.”

Draco, his eyes closed, said, “There’s a bed in the next room, but I’m too weak to move.”

Harry laughed. “We could call Bippy—”

“Don’t you dare!” Draco’s arms tightened around Harry. “I am cold, though. Maybe you could light the fire?”

Harry looked over at he Yule Log, and snapped his fingers. It caught fire, and, smiling, he buried his face in the curve of Draco’s neck. “Better?”

“Much.”

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Continued Going Home: Part Eighteen (LJ/IJ/DW)