Fic - Advent Adventures 17/25 - H/D
Title: Advent Adventures (17/25)
Author: alovelycupoftea
Word Count: ~650
Rating: NC17
Prompt: 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day Seventeen and Advent Quickies - Day Seventeen
Warning: None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100’s 25 Days of Harry and Draco AND awdt’s Advent Quickies. This is a story in 25 parts.
Prompts:
slythindor100’s 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day Seventeen
awdt’s Advent Quickies - Day Seventeen
Advent Adventures, part seventeen.
Draco leaned down to kiss Harry. They had just gently brushed lips when they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Draco turned round and Harry dropped his arms from Draco’s waist.
Harry was the first to speak. “Madame Pince. Hi. We’ll, er, be doing this somewhere else.”
She merely looked them up and down and said in a tone which brooked no argument, “I think that’s a wise idea, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy.” Draco shoved his things in his bag and grasped Harry’s outstretched hand.
Outside the library, Harry let a giggle escape. “I can’t believe we’ve been caught kissing in the library. How horribly clichéd.” He took a deep breath. “Do you want to do something with me tonight?”
Draco nodded, his attention focussed on the fact that he had never seen Harry giggle before. Harry stretched out his hand again and Draco allowed himself to be led through the castle to a deserted corridor on the sixth floor. Harry stopped outside a plain wooden door. “Close your eyes?”
He nodded again and closed them. He was still wary - Harry’s delightful albeit stumbling apology could not erase the hurt he’d been wallowing in all afternoon. A hand on the small of his back guided him forward.
“Open them.” Harry’s voice in his ear made him shiver. He opened his eyes to find himself standing looking down at a snowy paradise. There was a picturesque chalet in front of him surrounded by mountains and trees.
“What? How?” He looked around in astonishment.
“It’s just a charm. Would you like to go into the chalet?” Draco nodded, still amazed at Harry’s power, and enchanted that he seemed to have no idea of how incredible he was.
Harry pulled the door of the chalet open. It was just one room, with an enormous squishy sofa and an open fire. “Sit.” Draco chose the corner of the sofa and tucked his feet under him. Harry sat cross legged facing him, close enough to touch.
“I really am sorry about earlier. And I do want to be your boyfriend. And because of that I feel I should tell you some stuff.” Draco closed his eyes and felt his stomach clench. Harry kept talking before his internal monologue managed to get into its stride. “It’s about my secret Santa.” Draco opened his eyes and smiled in relief.
Harry fidgeted and looked at his knees. “The presents have been kind of, er, personal. And flirty.” Harry blushed, and Draco knew he was remembering that particular present. He blushed and his cock twitched at the thought. “And I thought I knew who they were from, but now I’m not sure. And er, anyway. That’s it. Thought you should know.”
Draco smiled. “I know.” He expected Flitwick’s spell to stop him from revealing any more, but nothing seemed to happen. “Harry, I’m….” Suddenly his mouth felt like it was full of cotton wool, and he couldn’t finish the sentence. He swiftly adapted his wording. “I know what your presents were and I know the intention behind them. Let’s just say I don’t feel threatened by your Christmas Elf.”
Harry grinned. “Are you saying that you….?” His question was cut off in the same way that Draco’s had been.
“Maybe.” Draco tried to convey his affirmation with a lascivious grin and eyebrow waggle, since he knew he would not be able to admit it out loud.
Harry uncrossed his legs and kneeled up, shuffling across the sofa towards Draco. He mumbled against Draco’s mouth, “Fuck, Malfoy. You almost killed me with that first gift.”
Draco grinned and lifted his hands into Harry’s hair. Their kiss had an urgency that their first ones in the shed had not, and Draco kneeled up too, aligning their chest and hips.
TBC
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Author: alovelycupoftea
Word Count: ~650
Rating: NC17
Prompt: 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day Seventeen and Advent Quickies - Day Seventeen
Warning: None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100’s 25 Days of Harry and Draco AND awdt’s Advent Quickies. This is a story in 25 parts.
Prompts:
slythindor100’s 25 Days of Draco and Harry - Day Seventeen
awdt’s Advent Quickies - Day Seventeen
Advent Adventures, part seventeen.
Draco leaned down to kiss Harry. They had just gently brushed lips when they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Draco turned round and Harry dropped his arms from Draco’s waist.
Harry was the first to speak. “Madame Pince. Hi. We’ll, er, be doing this somewhere else.”
She merely looked them up and down and said in a tone which brooked no argument, “I think that’s a wise idea, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy.” Draco shoved his things in his bag and grasped Harry’s outstretched hand.
Outside the library, Harry let a giggle escape. “I can’t believe we’ve been caught kissing in the library. How horribly clichéd.” He took a deep breath. “Do you want to do something with me tonight?”
Draco nodded, his attention focussed on the fact that he had never seen Harry giggle before. Harry stretched out his hand again and Draco allowed himself to be led through the castle to a deserted corridor on the sixth floor. Harry stopped outside a plain wooden door. “Close your eyes?”
He nodded again and closed them. He was still wary - Harry’s delightful albeit stumbling apology could not erase the hurt he’d been wallowing in all afternoon. A hand on the small of his back guided him forward.
“Open them.” Harry’s voice in his ear made him shiver. He opened his eyes to find himself standing looking down at a snowy paradise. There was a picturesque chalet in front of him surrounded by mountains and trees.
“What? How?” He looked around in astonishment.
“It’s just a charm. Would you like to go into the chalet?” Draco nodded, still amazed at Harry’s power, and enchanted that he seemed to have no idea of how incredible he was.
Harry pulled the door of the chalet open. It was just one room, with an enormous squishy sofa and an open fire. “Sit.” Draco chose the corner of the sofa and tucked his feet under him. Harry sat cross legged facing him, close enough to touch.
“I really am sorry about earlier. And I do want to be your boyfriend. And because of that I feel I should tell you some stuff.” Draco closed his eyes and felt his stomach clench. Harry kept talking before his internal monologue managed to get into its stride. “It’s about my secret Santa.” Draco opened his eyes and smiled in relief.
Harry fidgeted and looked at his knees. “The presents have been kind of, er, personal. And flirty.” Harry blushed, and Draco knew he was remembering that particular present. He blushed and his cock twitched at the thought. “And I thought I knew who they were from, but now I’m not sure. And er, anyway. That’s it. Thought you should know.”
Draco smiled. “I know.” He expected Flitwick’s spell to stop him from revealing any more, but nothing seemed to happen. “Harry, I’m….” Suddenly his mouth felt like it was full of cotton wool, and he couldn’t finish the sentence. He swiftly adapted his wording. “I know what your presents were and I know the intention behind them. Let’s just say I don’t feel threatened by your Christmas Elf.”
Harry grinned. “Are you saying that you….?” His question was cut off in the same way that Draco’s had been.
“Maybe.” Draco tried to convey his affirmation with a lascivious grin and eyebrow waggle, since he knew he would not be able to admit it out loud.
Harry uncrossed his legs and kneeled up, shuffling across the sofa towards Draco. He mumbled against Draco’s mouth, “Fuck, Malfoy. You almost killed me with that first gift.”
Draco grinned and lifted his hands into Harry’s hair. Their kiss had an urgency that their first ones in the shed had not, and Draco kneeled up too, aligning their chest and hips.
TBC
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