Fic: Christmas Beach
Title: Christmas Beach
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alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan.
Word Count: 950
Warnings: Language.
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slythindor100's prompt # 25: Merry Christmas written in sand on a tropical beach, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Ringing in the New Year. Part 25 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
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 Beach
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As it turned out, Malfoy didn’t get a chance to annoy any more of Harry’s friends. They Apparated to Seamus’ pub, where he graciously allowed them to use his Floo. After that, however, their luck ran out.
Neville and Hannah’s Floo was closed, as was Luna’s, George’s, and even Dean’s. “We’ll have to try your friends,” he said to Malfoy.
Malfoy shrugged. “All right, but I guarantee Mother’s contacted them.”
He was right. “She called here about an hour ago,” Parkinson reported as soon as Malfoy’s face showed up in her fireplace. “I told I had no idea where you went. Don’t come here, though. She made me take a vow to contact her if you did.”
Zabini, Nott, Bulstrode, and Goyle all said the same.
Huffing, Malfoy shook his head. “I told you. She is relentless.” He sighed. “We may never find a private place to shag again.”
Seamus, wiping down his bar, snorted. “You two are going about this all wrong.”
Harry winced, then frowned. He’d forgotten Seamus was there. How much had he heard? “What does that mean?”
“Well, I couldn’t help but overhear your dilemma.” Seamus winked as Harry flushed. “Don’t worry. I’d have no customers if I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Bartenders hear everything. Anyway, if you blokes want to get away from interfering family, you need to leave the country.”
Malfoy hummed. “She wouldn’t expect that.”
“Exactly.” Seamus leaned closer. “And since it’s the holidays, I assume neither of you are working?”
“We’re not,” confirmed Harry.
“So then there’s not even a work schedule to worry about.” He grinned. “Easy peasy, mate.” Seamus nodded at a customer who’d approached the bar. “Be right back.”
“He could be right,” said Malfoy, his lips pursed. Slowly, he smirked. “And I don’t know about you, but since it’s been a while since I’ve had your lovely, fat cock inside me, I could definitely use some private time.”
Desire slammed into Harry, who groaned. “Okay, I admit the idea’s appealing,” he whispered. “But where can we go? Everyone’s on holiday now. Most places will be booked.”
“Here you go.” Seamus was back and he slid a brochure towards them. “I know they’ve rooms because I was supposed to go but had to cancel at the last minute to work.”
Harry picked up the brochure, which featured white sand beaches and blue ocean. The cover showed a picture of a red Santa hat lying on the beach next to ‘Happy Christmas’ written in the sand. He sighed. “Can’t hurt to Floo and ask.”
Malfoy hummed, leaning against Harry to read. “The Caribbean? She’ll never find us there.”
A quick Floo call confirmed they did have a room, and Harry booked it. “How long should we go for?” he asked Malfoy when the resort attendant asked.
“I like the idea of ringing in the New Year there,” said Malfoy. “But if you’d rather not—”
“Until January first,” said Harry, his eyes on Malfoy’s. “Yes, that’s right. Would we like a suite? Um—”
Malfoy shook his head. “We’ll be fine in close quarters,” he murmured in Harry’s ear.
“No,” squeaked Harry. “The regular room is fine. Great, we’ll be there in a few minutes. The brochure becomes a Portkey? Brilliant.”
Once the Floo closed, Harry smiled at Malfoy. “There. All done. So all we need to do is go pack and—”
Malfoy tsked. “If we go anywhere near our homes, Mother will know.” He clapped his hands. “Bippy!”
Bippy the elf appeared before him. “Master Draco? Mistress is requesting you—”
Malfoy held up a finger. “Bippy, tell Mother I’m busy, but I’ll see her in the New Year. But before you give her that message I need you to pack enough clothes for me for ten days in the Caribbean. Oh, and pack for Mr Potter, too.”
“Malfoy—”
Malfoy spoke right over him. “—sure you pack bathing outfits and lightweight robes. Oh and my…toy kit. Deliver it all to us here before reporting back to Mother, clear?”
Bippy bowed and disappeared.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Malfoy.”
“Mm, yes?”
“I was going to say you probably won’t need many clothes.”
Malfoy blinked. “You don’t know that. There may be events, parties, at a minimum a New Year’s event—”
“You’ll be lucky if I let you leave the bed,” Harry growled. “I may just tie you up and keep you there.”
Malfoy’s eyes went wide, a needy noise escaping his throat. “Fuck, Harr—Potter.”
Harry smiled. “Exactly. And go ahead and call me Harry.”
“Only if you call me Draco.”
“I think I can manage that.” Harry swallowed hard. “And I have one more Floo call to make before we go.”
“To whom?”
“Ron and Hermione.” Harry shrugged apologetically. “They worry if I disappear, and we were planning to spend Christmas together.”
“You can owl them from the Caribbean,” said Draco, his hand squeezing Harry’s thigh. “I really think we should go as soon as Bippy gets back.”
Harry whimpered.
“I agree with Malfoy,” said Seamus, making them both jump. “You two definitely need to go before you start humping on the bar and cause a scene.”
Shooting a glare at Seamus, Harry was saved having to reply when Bippy appeared carrying two suitcases.
“Excellent,” said Draco. “Thank you, Bippy.”
“Bippy lives to serve Master Draco.” After shrinking the cases, Bippy handed them to to Draco, who pocketed them. “Anything else, Master?”
“No, that’s all.”
Bippy smiled. “I must report to Mistress now.”
Draco nodded. “Thanks for the warning.” He turned to Harry. “Are you ready?”
“Absolutely.” Harry picked up the brochure, which was glowing. “Hold on to me.”
“Oh,” murmured Draco, pressing close as the Portkey activated, “you can count on that.”
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Concluded in Epilogue (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan.
Word Count: 950
Warnings: Language.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 25: Merry Christmas written in sand on a tropical beach, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Ringing in the New Year. Part 25 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.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 Beach
~
As it turned out, Malfoy didn’t get a chance to annoy any more of Harry’s friends. They Apparated to Seamus’ pub, where he graciously allowed them to use his Floo. After that, however, their luck ran out.
Neville and Hannah’s Floo was closed, as was Luna’s, George’s, and even Dean’s. “We’ll have to try your friends,” he said to Malfoy.
Malfoy shrugged. “All right, but I guarantee Mother’s contacted them.”
He was right. “She called here about an hour ago,” Parkinson reported as soon as Malfoy’s face showed up in her fireplace. “I told I had no idea where you went. Don’t come here, though. She made me take a vow to contact her if you did.”
Zabini, Nott, Bulstrode, and Goyle all said the same.
Huffing, Malfoy shook his head. “I told you. She is relentless.” He sighed. “We may never find a private place to shag again.”
Seamus, wiping down his bar, snorted. “You two are going about this all wrong.”
Harry winced, then frowned. He’d forgotten Seamus was there. How much had he heard? “What does that mean?”
“Well, I couldn’t help but overhear your dilemma.” Seamus winked as Harry flushed. “Don’t worry. I’d have no customers if I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Bartenders hear everything. Anyway, if you blokes want to get away from interfering family, you need to leave the country.”
Malfoy hummed. “She wouldn’t expect that.”
“Exactly.” Seamus leaned closer. “And since it’s the holidays, I assume neither of you are working?”
“We’re not,” confirmed Harry.
“So then there’s not even a work schedule to worry about.” He grinned. “Easy peasy, mate.” Seamus nodded at a customer who’d approached the bar. “Be right back.”
“He could be right,” said Malfoy, his lips pursed. Slowly, he smirked. “And I don’t know about you, but since it’s been a while since I’ve had your lovely, fat cock inside me, I could definitely use some private time.”
Desire slammed into Harry, who groaned. “Okay, I admit the idea’s appealing,” he whispered. “But where can we go? Everyone’s on holiday now. Most places will be booked.”
“Here you go.” Seamus was back and he slid a brochure towards them. “I know they’ve rooms because I was supposed to go but had to cancel at the last minute to work.”
Harry picked up the brochure, which featured white sand beaches and blue ocean. The cover showed a picture of a red Santa hat lying on the beach next to ‘Happy Christmas’ written in the sand. He sighed. “Can’t hurt to Floo and ask.”
Malfoy hummed, leaning against Harry to read. “The Caribbean? She’ll never find us there.”
A quick Floo call confirmed they did have a room, and Harry booked it. “How long should we go for?” he asked Malfoy when the resort attendant asked.
“I like the idea of ringing in the New Year there,” said Malfoy. “But if you’d rather not—”
“Until January first,” said Harry, his eyes on Malfoy’s. “Yes, that’s right. Would we like a suite? Um—”
Malfoy shook his head. “We’ll be fine in close quarters,” he murmured in Harry’s ear.
“No,” squeaked Harry. “The regular room is fine. Great, we’ll be there in a few minutes. The brochure becomes a Portkey? Brilliant.”
Once the Floo closed, Harry smiled at Malfoy. “There. All done. So all we need to do is go pack and—”
Malfoy tsked. “If we go anywhere near our homes, Mother will know.” He clapped his hands. “Bippy!”
Bippy the elf appeared before him. “Master Draco? Mistress is requesting you—”
Malfoy held up a finger. “Bippy, tell Mother I’m busy, but I’ll see her in the New Year. But before you give her that message I need you to pack enough clothes for me for ten days in the Caribbean. Oh, and pack for Mr Potter, too.”
“Malfoy—”
Malfoy spoke right over him. “—sure you pack bathing outfits and lightweight robes. Oh and my…toy kit. Deliver it all to us here before reporting back to Mother, clear?”
Bippy bowed and disappeared.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Malfoy.”
“Mm, yes?”
“I was going to say you probably won’t need many clothes.”
Malfoy blinked. “You don’t know that. There may be events, parties, at a minimum a New Year’s event—”
“You’ll be lucky if I let you leave the bed,” Harry growled. “I may just tie you up and keep you there.”
Malfoy’s eyes went wide, a needy noise escaping his throat. “Fuck, Harr—Potter.”
Harry smiled. “Exactly. And go ahead and call me Harry.”
“Only if you call me Draco.”
“I think I can manage that.” Harry swallowed hard. “And I have one more Floo call to make before we go.”
“To whom?”
“Ron and Hermione.” Harry shrugged apologetically. “They worry if I disappear, and we were planning to spend Christmas together.”
“You can owl them from the Caribbean,” said Draco, his hand squeezing Harry’s thigh. “I really think we should go as soon as Bippy gets back.”
Harry whimpered.
“I agree with Malfoy,” said Seamus, making them both jump. “You two definitely need to go before you start humping on the bar and cause a scene.”
Shooting a glare at Seamus, Harry was saved having to reply when Bippy appeared carrying two suitcases.
“Excellent,” said Draco. “Thank you, Bippy.”
“Bippy lives to serve Master Draco.” After shrinking the cases, Bippy handed them to to Draco, who pocketed them. “Anything else, Master?”
“No, that’s all.”
Bippy smiled. “I must report to Mistress now.”
Draco nodded. “Thanks for the warning.” He turned to Harry. “Are you ready?”
“Absolutely.” Harry picked up the brochure, which was glowing. “Hold on to me.”
“Oh,” murmured Draco, pressing close as the Portkey activated, “you can count on that.”
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Concluded in Epilogue (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Seamus needs to get a Caribbean care package, a friend indeed!
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And yes, Seamus is a generous friend for sure. :)
Thanks!
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