Fic: By Tree Lights
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alisanneTitle: By Tree Lights
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley.
Word Count: 700
Warnings: Harry reaches out for help.
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slythindor100's prompt # 12: Christmas Tree, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Stuffing Stockings, and for adventdrabbles/![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
adventdrabbles # 12: Christmas Tree. Part 12 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you see anything wonky.
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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By Tree Lights
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“What do you mean, you have to stay in contact with Malfoy at all times?” Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
Leaning closer to the Floo so as not to be overheard, Harry whispered, “It’s complicated, but let’s just say there’s a vow involved.”
“A vow?” Ron’s face appeared behind Hermione’s. “What kind of vow? Bloody hell, mate, you know better than to enter into any kind of magical contract with Malfoy!”
“Shh!” Harry hissed, looking back over his shoulder at Malfoy. “He’s right behind me.”
“In your bed?” Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Wait, since when do you have a Christmas tree in your bedroom? That’s not your flat! Where are you?”
Harry scratched the back of his neck. “We were at my place, but Malfoy needed to come home and—”
Hermione held up a hand. “It doesn’t matter. Clearly things have…escalated between you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Like you didn’t know this wasn’t inevitable? Anyway,” he continued as Ron made choking noises, “I need your help.”
“Of course,” said Hermione. “Hush, Ron. He’s right, we knew this would happen. What do you need us to do, Harry?”
“It’s a bit complicated.”
“Tell me,” said Hermione.
Harry checked to see if Malfoy was awake before explaining. “We were talking and I told Malfoy what I overheard him say at Harrods that night. He was…not happy and he tried to storm off, so I tied him up and made him promise to hear me out about how I feel about him.”
“Let me guess,” said Hermione. “He took a vow to listen to your story and now you can’t be apart?”
“How did you figure—?” Harry shook his head. “Never mind. You’re Hermione Granger, of course you figured it out. Anyway, I can’t spend the rest of my life attached at hip to Draco Malfoy. Help me.”
“Mate, this isn’t that difficult,” said Ron. “Just tell him how you feel about him and be done.”
Harry sighed. “I did. But because he’d been drinking, he fell asleep.”
“Tell him again.”
“I’ve tried but—”
“We’ve been too busy shagging,” said Malfoy from the bed. He sat up as if to get out of it, and Ron squeaked.
Hermione cleared her throat. “Harry, I think Ron’s right. You’re going to have to handle this on your own by telling him again.” Glancing at Malfoy, she raised an eyebrow. “And Malfoy, if you hurt him, I’ll kill you.” She smiled at Harry. “Good luck!”
As the Floo close, Harry turned to look at Malfoy. “How long were you listening?”
“Since Weasley started talking.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “He’s incapable of being quiet, by the way.”
Harry smiled faintly. “Yeah, I suppose he is.” Standing up, he walked back towards the bed.
“You got dressed.” Malfoy hummed. “Now I feel underdressed.”
Harry shrugged. “I got cold. Plus, I knew I was going to Floo Hermione and Ron, so—”
“You should have said something earlier. I can turn the temperature up.” Getting up, Malfoy unselfconsciously walked over to a panel on the wall and fiddled with some dials. “There.”
Harry’s mouth went dry as he watched Malfoy’s arse flex, watched the lights from the tree reflecting off his skin. Damn but he was gorgeous. Harry was still staring when Malfoy spun back around. He paused. “What?”
Shaking his head, Harry walked slowly towards him. “You really are something.”
Malfoy smirked. “Am I?”
“You know you are,” said Harry, walking Malfoy backwards until he hit the wall. Just before they kissed, Harry saw the lights of the Christmas tree reflected in his eyes and in that moment he knew he was in trouble.
Their lips met, Malfoy moaning into Harry’s mouth, his hands sliding around Harry’s waist to cling to him. When they separated, Malfoy was still smirking. “So, if you’re still cold we can always…stuff some stockings.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Is that a euphemism for more sex?”
“You’re catching on, Potter.” Malfoy began pulling Harry’s clothes off. “Admit it. It’s better than calling it ‘making biscuits’.”
“Yes,” admitted Harry as Malfoy dragged him towards the bed. “I suppose it is.”
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Continued in Midnight Snack (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley.
Word Count: 700
Warnings: Harry reaches out for help.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 12: Christmas Tree, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Stuffing Stockings, and for adventdrabbles/adventdrabbles # 12: Christmas Tree. Part 12 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you see anything wonky.
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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By Tree Lights
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“What do you mean, you have to stay in contact with Malfoy at all times?” Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
Leaning closer to the Floo so as not to be overheard, Harry whispered, “It’s complicated, but let’s just say there’s a vow involved.”
“A vow?” Ron’s face appeared behind Hermione’s. “What kind of vow? Bloody hell, mate, you know better than to enter into any kind of magical contract with Malfoy!”
“Shh!” Harry hissed, looking back over his shoulder at Malfoy. “He’s right behind me.”
“In your bed?” Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Wait, since when do you have a Christmas tree in your bedroom? That’s not your flat! Where are you?”
Harry scratched the back of his neck. “We were at my place, but Malfoy needed to come home and—”
Hermione held up a hand. “It doesn’t matter. Clearly things have…escalated between you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Like you didn’t know this wasn’t inevitable? Anyway,” he continued as Ron made choking noises, “I need your help.”
“Of course,” said Hermione. “Hush, Ron. He’s right, we knew this would happen. What do you need us to do, Harry?”
“It’s a bit complicated.”
“Tell me,” said Hermione.
Harry checked to see if Malfoy was awake before explaining. “We were talking and I told Malfoy what I overheard him say at Harrods that night. He was…not happy and he tried to storm off, so I tied him up and made him promise to hear me out about how I feel about him.”
“Let me guess,” said Hermione. “He took a vow to listen to your story and now you can’t be apart?”
“How did you figure—?” Harry shook his head. “Never mind. You’re Hermione Granger, of course you figured it out. Anyway, I can’t spend the rest of my life attached at hip to Draco Malfoy. Help me.”
“Mate, this isn’t that difficult,” said Ron. “Just tell him how you feel about him and be done.”
Harry sighed. “I did. But because he’d been drinking, he fell asleep.”
“Tell him again.”
“I’ve tried but—”
“We’ve been too busy shagging,” said Malfoy from the bed. He sat up as if to get out of it, and Ron squeaked.
Hermione cleared her throat. “Harry, I think Ron’s right. You’re going to have to handle this on your own by telling him again.” Glancing at Malfoy, she raised an eyebrow. “And Malfoy, if you hurt him, I’ll kill you.” She smiled at Harry. “Good luck!”
As the Floo close, Harry turned to look at Malfoy. “How long were you listening?”
“Since Weasley started talking.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “He’s incapable of being quiet, by the way.”
Harry smiled faintly. “Yeah, I suppose he is.” Standing up, he walked back towards the bed.
“You got dressed.” Malfoy hummed. “Now I feel underdressed.”
Harry shrugged. “I got cold. Plus, I knew I was going to Floo Hermione and Ron, so—”
“You should have said something earlier. I can turn the temperature up.” Getting up, Malfoy unselfconsciously walked over to a panel on the wall and fiddled with some dials. “There.”
Harry’s mouth went dry as he watched Malfoy’s arse flex, watched the lights from the tree reflecting off his skin. Damn but he was gorgeous. Harry was still staring when Malfoy spun back around. He paused. “What?”
Shaking his head, Harry walked slowly towards him. “You really are something.”
Malfoy smirked. “Am I?”
“You know you are,” said Harry, walking Malfoy backwards until he hit the wall. Just before they kissed, Harry saw the lights of the Christmas tree reflected in his eyes and in that moment he knew he was in trouble.
Their lips met, Malfoy moaning into Harry’s mouth, his hands sliding around Harry’s waist to cling to him. When they separated, Malfoy was still smirking. “So, if you’re still cold we can always…stuff some stockings.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Is that a euphemism for more sex?”
“You’re catching on, Potter.” Malfoy began pulling Harry’s clothes off. “Admit it. It’s better than calling it ‘making biscuits’.”
“Yes,” admitted Harry as Malfoy dragged him towards the bed. “I suppose it is.”
~
Continued in Midnight Snack (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2018-12-13 03:44 pm (UTC)Looking very much forward to the next installment
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Date: 2018-12-15 10:20 pm (UTC)I think the vow implied both, Harry has to say it and Draco has to understand.
Thanks!
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Date: 2018-12-14 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-15 10:20 pm (UTC)Thank you!