Fic: Christmas Concert
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alisanneTitle: Christmas Concert
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 830
Warnings: Draco reacts.
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slythindor100's prompt # 14: Christmas bell door wreath, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: House Elf Choir. Part 14 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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Christmas Concert
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“Excuse me?” Malfoy’s mouth dropped open, his expression gobsmacked. “You think you’re what with who?”
Groaning, Harry leaned back, resting his head on a pillow. “I know, I know! Yes, it’s utterly mad since I hardly even knew I fancied you three days ago, except I really did because you’re never far from my mind, and the moment anyone mentions your name I have to listen, and all these years of watching you has really just been me learning about you as a person, and over the past day I’ve come to that realisation—”
The bed shifted and Harry gasped as he found himself with a lapful of Malfoy, peppering kisses along his face and neck. “I don’t…think it’s…that mad…at all,” he whispered between kisses.
Harry’s arms automatically encircled him. “You don’t?” He frowned. “Wait, why don’t you? We hardly know each other and here I am declaring my undying love? What kind of…oh fuck!”
Malfoy, Harry’s cock grasped in his hand, smirked at him. “Stop. Talking.” He emphasised his words with a slow pump of his fist.
Harry moaned, his hips arching upwards of their own accord.
“Now that I have your attention,” said Malfoy, steadily moving his hand up and down, “I wanted to say I don’t find it mad. And that I feel the same way and have done for ages.”
Gasping as his distracted brain tried to keep up with the conversation, it took Harry a moment to grasp what Malfoy was saying. “You…do?”
“I can see you’re going to have a problem collecting your thoughts until I finish what I started,” said Malfoy, slowly speeding up his hand.
“Ye…no?” Harry gurgled as Malfoy bent his head, licking the tip of the cock he was so carefully wanking. He had just worked the tip of his tongue into Harry’s slit when a cacophony of terrible singing assaulted their ears.
“Happy Happy Christmas, we wish you all a thrill. We come to you this holiday since we have no free will! Happy Happy Christmas, our mistress sends her best. She says to tell you Floo her now or she’ll never let you rest!”
“What the actual fuck?” shouted Harry, grabbing his wand and pointing it at…a bunch of house-elves?
Malfoy had drawn his own wand and was also pointing it at them, but when they sang their song, he groaned. “I am going to kill her!”
“Who?” asked Harry, lowering his wand as the elves started to cower.
“Pansy fucking Parkinson!” Malfoy looked furious. “She is such a bitch! This is her way of telling me to call her since I haven’t spoken to her in a few days. Ugh!”
Harry coughed. “Um…couldn’t she just have, I don’t know, owled?”
“That would be far too fucking normal for her.” Narrowing his eyes, Malfoy said to the elf in front, “You! What’s your name?”
“Tilly, sirs.” Trembling, Tilly bowed.
Malfoy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Great. Tilly, you will take a message back to your mistress. Tell her she is a fuc—”
Harry cleared his throat. “Won’t she punish them if they bring her a message full of curses?”
Malfoy looked at him. “You think I shouldn’t respond? If I don’t she’ll just escalate.”
“I just don’t want the elves punished.”
Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. “Just when I think I have plumbed your depths, Potter, you show me just how large your heart can be.” He shook his head. “All right, what would you do?”
Harry shrugged. “I’d go see her and yell at her in person.”
“I can’t very well do that, can I since I’m in bed with you and where I go, so do—” Malfoy paused. “Wait, do you think the vow’s ended?”
Harry frowned. “No idea.” The idea made something in him clench. “Try to Apparate.”
Nodding, Malfoy concentrated, then rolled his eyes. “Nothing. Looks like we’re still stuck together.”
“I dunno what else I could possible have to tell you,” said Harry.
“Maybe what a good cocksucker I—”
“Malfoy!” Harry nodded at the elves, who were still standing there. He smiled faintly, “Although that is true.”
“Of course it is.” Malfoy smirked, looking down at Harry’s groin. “Oops, looks like I’ll be starting back at the beginning again, though.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at the implied criticism. “You try sustaining an erection through elf singing,” he hissed.
“Point.” Malfoy turned back towards the elves. “Tilly. New message. Tell your mistress I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Tilly bowed and the elves all disappeared.
“You’re coming with me, right?” asked Malfoy.
Harry laughed. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
After some hasty Cleansing Charms they both dressed and within five minutes were standing in front of a door decorated by a festive gold Christmas bell adorned with red ribbon.
“Ready?” asked Malfoy. When Harry nodded, he rapped sharply on the door.
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Continued in Confrontation (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 830
Warnings: Draco reacts.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 14: Christmas bell door wreath, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: House Elf Choir. Part 14 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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Christmas Concert
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“Excuse me?” Malfoy’s mouth dropped open, his expression gobsmacked. “You think you’re what with who?”
Groaning, Harry leaned back, resting his head on a pillow. “I know, I know! Yes, it’s utterly mad since I hardly even knew I fancied you three days ago, except I really did because you’re never far from my mind, and the moment anyone mentions your name I have to listen, and all these years of watching you has really just been me learning about you as a person, and over the past day I’ve come to that realisation—”
The bed shifted and Harry gasped as he found himself with a lapful of Malfoy, peppering kisses along his face and neck. “I don’t…think it’s…that mad…at all,” he whispered between kisses.
Harry’s arms automatically encircled him. “You don’t?” He frowned. “Wait, why don’t you? We hardly know each other and here I am declaring my undying love? What kind of…oh fuck!”
Malfoy, Harry’s cock grasped in his hand, smirked at him. “Stop. Talking.” He emphasised his words with a slow pump of his fist.
Harry moaned, his hips arching upwards of their own accord.
“Now that I have your attention,” said Malfoy, steadily moving his hand up and down, “I wanted to say I don’t find it mad. And that I feel the same way and have done for ages.”
Gasping as his distracted brain tried to keep up with the conversation, it took Harry a moment to grasp what Malfoy was saying. “You…do?”
“I can see you’re going to have a problem collecting your thoughts until I finish what I started,” said Malfoy, slowly speeding up his hand.
“Ye…no?” Harry gurgled as Malfoy bent his head, licking the tip of the cock he was so carefully wanking. He had just worked the tip of his tongue into Harry’s slit when a cacophony of terrible singing assaulted their ears.
“Happy Happy Christmas, we wish you all a thrill. We come to you this holiday since we have no free will! Happy Happy Christmas, our mistress sends her best. She says to tell you Floo her now or she’ll never let you rest!”
“What the actual fuck?” shouted Harry, grabbing his wand and pointing it at…a bunch of house-elves?
Malfoy had drawn his own wand and was also pointing it at them, but when they sang their song, he groaned. “I am going to kill her!”
“Who?” asked Harry, lowering his wand as the elves started to cower.
“Pansy fucking Parkinson!” Malfoy looked furious. “She is such a bitch! This is her way of telling me to call her since I haven’t spoken to her in a few days. Ugh!”
Harry coughed. “Um…couldn’t she just have, I don’t know, owled?”
“That would be far too fucking normal for her.” Narrowing his eyes, Malfoy said to the elf in front, “You! What’s your name?”
“Tilly, sirs.” Trembling, Tilly bowed.
Malfoy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Great. Tilly, you will take a message back to your mistress. Tell her she is a fuc—”
Harry cleared his throat. “Won’t she punish them if they bring her a message full of curses?”
Malfoy looked at him. “You think I shouldn’t respond? If I don’t she’ll just escalate.”
“I just don’t want the elves punished.”
Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. “Just when I think I have plumbed your depths, Potter, you show me just how large your heart can be.” He shook his head. “All right, what would you do?”
Harry shrugged. “I’d go see her and yell at her in person.”
“I can’t very well do that, can I since I’m in bed with you and where I go, so do—” Malfoy paused. “Wait, do you think the vow’s ended?”
Harry frowned. “No idea.” The idea made something in him clench. “Try to Apparate.”
Nodding, Malfoy concentrated, then rolled his eyes. “Nothing. Looks like we’re still stuck together.”
“I dunno what else I could possible have to tell you,” said Harry.
“Maybe what a good cocksucker I—”
“Malfoy!” Harry nodded at the elves, who were still standing there. He smiled faintly, “Although that is true.”
“Of course it is.” Malfoy smirked, looking down at Harry’s groin. “Oops, looks like I’ll be starting back at the beginning again, though.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at the implied criticism. “You try sustaining an erection through elf singing,” he hissed.
“Point.” Malfoy turned back towards the elves. “Tilly. New message. Tell your mistress I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Tilly bowed and the elves all disappeared.
“You’re coming with me, right?” asked Malfoy.
Harry laughed. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
After some hasty Cleansing Charms they both dressed and within five minutes were standing in front of a door decorated by a festive gold Christmas bell adorned with red ribbon.
“Ready?” asked Malfoy. When Harry nodded, he rapped sharply on the door.
~
Continued in Confrontation (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2018-12-15 11:02 am (UTC)You are a comic genius.
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Date: 2018-12-17 07:48 pm (UTC)I dunno about genius, but I do like a good laugh, and I did chuckle as I was writing this. ;)