FIC: Because It's Christmas - Part Five
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Because It's Christmas - Part Five
Author: jayfromperth
Beta: The perfect dysonrules
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1570
Status: WiP, it will all be done by Christmas, and while I can't promise daily updates, I will try.
Summary: Harry and Draco are stuck at Hogwarts for Christmas. Things, as expected, get interesting. Harry and Draco are in their 6th year. This fic is for fun!
Note: Harry, Draco and studly Cormac fun!! Enjoy!! Thankyou dysonrules for a quick beta and saving me from myself.
Draco followed Potter and the team to the base of the Christmas tree, which was surprisingly large. Draco wagered it was about 12 or 13 feet high, and it certainly wasn't a slim tree. It was green and gorgeous, exactly how a Christmas Tree should look. Draco watched on as Potter grabbed the saw from the Ravenclaw girl's hand, knelt down at the base of the tree and began to saw.
For a moment Draco thought it would all be rather easy. But after about 90 seconds, Potter stood up suddenly, sighing explosively.
"Bloody hell, it's not working fast enough. At this rate it'll take years to cut down the tree." Potter looked at the group questioningly, apparently hopeful someone else had a suggestion. When no one said anything, Draco stepped forward.
"How about I give it a go?" Draco asked.
"You think you're better than me?" snapped Potter, seemingly on instinct.
Draco laughed. "Calm down, Potter, no, of course, I don’t think I’m better. I know I’m better. But that’s beside the point. Perhaps while you ponder how to make quicker progress, I can keep sawing. We all know you can only do one thing at a time." Draco flashed the Gryffindor his best smirk.
Potter grinned. "I'm not sure if that's quite true, but give it your best shot."
He handed Draco the saw, which was surprisingly heavy and awkward. Draco tried to pretend he'd used a saw before and walked over to the tree, kneeling at the trunk.
Potter walked over to the rest of the group as Draco started to saw, following along the slight incision Potter had already made.
"You two are Ravenclaws, right? Got any thoughts on how we're gonna topple this tree?" Potter asked.
"I don't know why we can't just use magic," snapped the fifth year Hufflepuff, Jeffery McBigass, who was standing nearby.
"Uh, because that's the rules, idiot," replied one of the Ravenclaw girls, Louise Loiterer.
"No need for name calling," said Potter, smiling at the just-insulted Hufflepuff.
"So, how exactly are we going to win this challenge?"
Draco looked over to the other Ravenclaw girl, Jessica Murray, as she surveyed Potter and Draco haughtily.
"And your suggestion is...?" questioned Draco.
"Stop slacking and start sawing, blondy."
Potter let out a gasp of laughter, turning to look at Draco, who scowled.
"Oh, shut..."
But before Draco could continue, a loud CRACK ripped through the air. Jeffery McBigass let out a shriek and dropped off the log he’d been sitting on. Draco looked to Potter, who appeared frozen, apparently entranced by something nearby.
Draco stood up, walking next to Potter to follow his line of sight.
"Potter, what the hell are you... oh, my." Draco's words dried up in his mouth.
Another CRACK ripped through the air, but neither Draco nor Potter moved.
Cormac McLaggen was using an axe to chop down his team's Christmas Tree. Shirtless.
But it’s snowing, thought Draco, confused, but definitely not complaining.
He watched as Cormac rested the axe on the ground, leaning against it as he wiped sweat off his brow. How he was sweating after two swings Draco wasn't sure, but damn, the boy was fit.
His firm, smooth chest was incredibly defined, his tight abs and hip bones leading Draco's eyes to the Muggle jeans, slung low on his hips. Draco wasn't one to stare, but couldn't take his eyes off the 7th year Gryffindor as he lifted the axe over his head, muscles everywhere flexing suggestively, and swung towards the tree in an act that could only be described as pure masculinity.
Draco felt something in his groin region stir and knew he needed to avert his eyes from the soft-porn scene playing out in front of him… but gods.
He thought he heard Potter mutter under his breath something like, "But it's snowing. How is he, with the snow and... I don't understand." But he may have imagined that.
"Uh, boys, I'd say we've all had a good look, or did you just want to forget about today's challenge, and I'll go get some popcorn?"
Louise's drawl broke through Draco's daydream and he turned towards the voice, but instead his eyes met Potter's. He hadn't realised they were standing so close.
Potter looked like he'd just woken up from a very good dream. They stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, both realising that they had been staring at shirtless Cormac, blatantly and openly advertising their sexual preferences, for each other and the world to see. Potter blushed furiously and Draco thought his face was probably quite red ,too.
"So, an axe might be the way to go?" Potter asked, failing in his attempt to sound casual.
Draco joined him in the facade, nodding importantly.
"Yes, clearly an axe will clearly allow for maximum impact and ah, swingage."
Potter joined in the nodding.
"Do you have an axe?" he asked.
Draco stared at him.
"Do I have an axe? No, amazingly, I don’t. "
Potter continued to stare at him, making Draco feel rather transparent. The building tension was broken when Jeffery McBigass piped up.
"I have an axe."
"You do?" asked Draco, impressed.
"What? How? Really?" asked Potter, also sounding rather impressed.
"We had one next to the fire in the Hufflepuff common room and I thought we might need it. Here you go." The Hufflepuff walked forward, handing Potter a rather sturdy looking axe.
“Do you mean to say you’ve had this axe with you the whole time, while I was running off to get the saw and all?” Potter asked.
McBigass nodded. “Yes.”
“So, why didn’t you offer it up?” asked an exasperated Draco.
“Well, I figured you saw it in my hand as I carried it down here. If you wanted it you could’ve asked.”
Draco couldn’t argue with the logic. He was also rather surprised he hadn’t seen the boy carrying the axe, but then again, another member of their group was occupying more than his fair share of Draco’s thoughts, giving the Slytherin little room to contemplate much else.
"Have you ever used an axe before Potter?" asked Draco, suspiciously eyeing the axe.
"Uh, well, not really, but how hard can it be? I'm sure if I watch Cormac long enough I can pick it up."
"Yeah, you're not watching Cormac," said Draco shortly.
"I'm pretty sure you just swing it towards the part you want to chop. And then do it a hundred times or something and the tree will fall."
Potter looked unsure, but walked over to the tree, positioned himself, lifted the axe over his head and swung.
A loud crack, similar to the ones they'd heard Cormac making earlier, rang out.
Draco stood and watched as Potter lifted the axe over his head, preparing for a second blow. He was rather easy on the eyes. The guy had a great body. All fit and taut and chiseled and... Potter’s green eyes interrupted Draco's musings.
"It's actually quite, uh, draining. Did you want a go?" Potter looked to Draco, the Gryffindor looking slightly puffed. Draco just stared at Potter. It was fast becoming a habit.
"Oh, I suppose so," Draco willed himself forward, grabbing the axe and positioning himself the way Potter had. He lifted the axe (god, it was heavy) and swung down hard. He felt the impact of the axe resonate through his bones, as if a giant had just landed next to him after jumping off the top of a mountain.
He swung again and could feel the sweat starting to gather on his forehead, an ominous sign.
He looked over at Potter, who was watching him with an interested expression.
"This blows," Draco stated. "McBigass, you want a bit of this action?" he called to the Hufflepuff, who promptly shook his head.
Draco sighed.
"Potter, you're the Gryffindor all brave and strong. I think you'll need to continue."
Potter nodded, but seemed to be considering something, before speaking.
"Yes, but I'll need to get a little more comfortable if I'm going to get into a good, steady rhythm."
"Well, do what you need to Potter."
Potter nodded and then Draco died.
Potter reached down, grasped his jumper and T-shirt and pulled them both over his head, tossing them lightly to the ground next to him.
Draco, miraculously alive again, may have let out a whimper. Potter wasn't nearly as skinny as he had been back in fourth year, when Draco had seen him emerge from the Lake after the second Tri-Wizard challenge. The boy was ripped. And he had pecs. Like, real, defined, put-your-hands-on-them-and-then-drag-your-tongue-across-them pecs. And his stomach was all firm and muscled.
Potter, apparently not noticing Draco's stare, walked over and grabbed the axe. He threw a glance to Cormac, who was taking another break and staring rather avidly in Potter's direction, and then lifted the axe high and swung.
Draco thought he might have to sit down.
Two shirtless Gryffindors, swinging axes, getting sweaty, flexing things that shouldn't be flexed.
Draco was surprised at how easily he was suppressing the self-loathing he felt for finding Cormac and Potter attractive. Scratch that, he thought, they're bloody sex gods.
Apparently the rest of his team, including McBigass, agreed, all of them rather entranced by Potter's actions.
Potter swung again, and again, and Draco could see a dent appear in the tree.
Maybe they could actually win this challenge.
BIC: Part One , BIC: Part Two , BIC: Part Three , BIC: Part Four
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Because It's Christmas - Part Five
Author: jayfromperth
Beta: The perfect dysonrules
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1570
Status: WiP, it will all be done by Christmas, and while I can't promise daily updates, I will try.
Summary: Harry and Draco are stuck at Hogwarts for Christmas. Things, as expected, get interesting. Harry and Draco are in their 6th year. This fic is for fun!
Note: Harry, Draco and studly Cormac fun!! Enjoy!! Thankyou dysonrules for a quick beta and saving me from myself.
Draco followed Potter and the team to the base of the Christmas tree, which was surprisingly large. Draco wagered it was about 12 or 13 feet high, and it certainly wasn't a slim tree. It was green and gorgeous, exactly how a Christmas Tree should look. Draco watched on as Potter grabbed the saw from the Ravenclaw girl's hand, knelt down at the base of the tree and began to saw.
For a moment Draco thought it would all be rather easy. But after about 90 seconds, Potter stood up suddenly, sighing explosively.
"Bloody hell, it's not working fast enough. At this rate it'll take years to cut down the tree." Potter looked at the group questioningly, apparently hopeful someone else had a suggestion. When no one said anything, Draco stepped forward.
"How about I give it a go?" Draco asked.
"You think you're better than me?" snapped Potter, seemingly on instinct.
Draco laughed. "Calm down, Potter, no, of course, I don’t think I’m better. I know I’m better. But that’s beside the point. Perhaps while you ponder how to make quicker progress, I can keep sawing. We all know you can only do one thing at a time." Draco flashed the Gryffindor his best smirk.
Potter grinned. "I'm not sure if that's quite true, but give it your best shot."
He handed Draco the saw, which was surprisingly heavy and awkward. Draco tried to pretend he'd used a saw before and walked over to the tree, kneeling at the trunk.
Potter walked over to the rest of the group as Draco started to saw, following along the slight incision Potter had already made.
"You two are Ravenclaws, right? Got any thoughts on how we're gonna topple this tree?" Potter asked.
"I don't know why we can't just use magic," snapped the fifth year Hufflepuff, Jeffery McBigass, who was standing nearby.
"Uh, because that's the rules, idiot," replied one of the Ravenclaw girls, Louise Loiterer.
"No need for name calling," said Potter, smiling at the just-insulted Hufflepuff.
"So, how exactly are we going to win this challenge?"
Draco looked over to the other Ravenclaw girl, Jessica Murray, as she surveyed Potter and Draco haughtily.
"And your suggestion is...?" questioned Draco.
"Stop slacking and start sawing, blondy."
Potter let out a gasp of laughter, turning to look at Draco, who scowled.
"Oh, shut..."
But before Draco could continue, a loud CRACK ripped through the air. Jeffery McBigass let out a shriek and dropped off the log he’d been sitting on. Draco looked to Potter, who appeared frozen, apparently entranced by something nearby.
Draco stood up, walking next to Potter to follow his line of sight.
"Potter, what the hell are you... oh, my." Draco's words dried up in his mouth.
Another CRACK ripped through the air, but neither Draco nor Potter moved.
Cormac McLaggen was using an axe to chop down his team's Christmas Tree. Shirtless.
But it’s snowing, thought Draco, confused, but definitely not complaining.
He watched as Cormac rested the axe on the ground, leaning against it as he wiped sweat off his brow. How he was sweating after two swings Draco wasn't sure, but damn, the boy was fit.
His firm, smooth chest was incredibly defined, his tight abs and hip bones leading Draco's eyes to the Muggle jeans, slung low on his hips. Draco wasn't one to stare, but couldn't take his eyes off the 7th year Gryffindor as he lifted the axe over his head, muscles everywhere flexing suggestively, and swung towards the tree in an act that could only be described as pure masculinity.
Draco felt something in his groin region stir and knew he needed to avert his eyes from the soft-porn scene playing out in front of him… but gods.
He thought he heard Potter mutter under his breath something like, "But it's snowing. How is he, with the snow and... I don't understand." But he may have imagined that.
"Uh, boys, I'd say we've all had a good look, or did you just want to forget about today's challenge, and I'll go get some popcorn?"
Louise's drawl broke through Draco's daydream and he turned towards the voice, but instead his eyes met Potter's. He hadn't realised they were standing so close.
Potter looked like he'd just woken up from a very good dream. They stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, both realising that they had been staring at shirtless Cormac, blatantly and openly advertising their sexual preferences, for each other and the world to see. Potter blushed furiously and Draco thought his face was probably quite red ,too.
"So, an axe might be the way to go?" Potter asked, failing in his attempt to sound casual.
Draco joined him in the facade, nodding importantly.
"Yes, clearly an axe will clearly allow for maximum impact and ah, swingage."
Potter joined in the nodding.
"Do you have an axe?" he asked.
Draco stared at him.
"Do I have an axe? No, amazingly, I don’t. "
Potter continued to stare at him, making Draco feel rather transparent. The building tension was broken when Jeffery McBigass piped up.
"I have an axe."
"You do?" asked Draco, impressed.
"What? How? Really?" asked Potter, also sounding rather impressed.
"We had one next to the fire in the Hufflepuff common room and I thought we might need it. Here you go." The Hufflepuff walked forward, handing Potter a rather sturdy looking axe.
“Do you mean to say you’ve had this axe with you the whole time, while I was running off to get the saw and all?” Potter asked.
McBigass nodded. “Yes.”
“So, why didn’t you offer it up?” asked an exasperated Draco.
“Well, I figured you saw it in my hand as I carried it down here. If you wanted it you could’ve asked.”
Draco couldn’t argue with the logic. He was also rather surprised he hadn’t seen the boy carrying the axe, but then again, another member of their group was occupying more than his fair share of Draco’s thoughts, giving the Slytherin little room to contemplate much else.
"Have you ever used an axe before Potter?" asked Draco, suspiciously eyeing the axe.
"Uh, well, not really, but how hard can it be? I'm sure if I watch Cormac long enough I can pick it up."
"Yeah, you're not watching Cormac," said Draco shortly.
"I'm pretty sure you just swing it towards the part you want to chop. And then do it a hundred times or something and the tree will fall."
Potter looked unsure, but walked over to the tree, positioned himself, lifted the axe over his head and swung.
A loud crack, similar to the ones they'd heard Cormac making earlier, rang out.
Draco stood and watched as Potter lifted the axe over his head, preparing for a second blow. He was rather easy on the eyes. The guy had a great body. All fit and taut and chiseled and... Potter’s green eyes interrupted Draco's musings.
"It's actually quite, uh, draining. Did you want a go?" Potter looked to Draco, the Gryffindor looking slightly puffed. Draco just stared at Potter. It was fast becoming a habit.
"Oh, I suppose so," Draco willed himself forward, grabbing the axe and positioning himself the way Potter had. He lifted the axe (god, it was heavy) and swung down hard. He felt the impact of the axe resonate through his bones, as if a giant had just landed next to him after jumping off the top of a mountain.
He swung again and could feel the sweat starting to gather on his forehead, an ominous sign.
He looked over at Potter, who was watching him with an interested expression.
"This blows," Draco stated. "McBigass, you want a bit of this action?" he called to the Hufflepuff, who promptly shook his head.
Draco sighed.
"Potter, you're the Gryffindor all brave and strong. I think you'll need to continue."
Potter nodded, but seemed to be considering something, before speaking.
"Yes, but I'll need to get a little more comfortable if I'm going to get into a good, steady rhythm."
"Well, do what you need to Potter."
Potter nodded and then Draco died.
Potter reached down, grasped his jumper and T-shirt and pulled them both over his head, tossing them lightly to the ground next to him.
Draco, miraculously alive again, may have let out a whimper. Potter wasn't nearly as skinny as he had been back in fourth year, when Draco had seen him emerge from the Lake after the second Tri-Wizard challenge. The boy was ripped. And he had pecs. Like, real, defined, put-your-hands-on-them-and-then-drag-your-tongue-across-them pecs. And his stomach was all firm and muscled.
Potter, apparently not noticing Draco's stare, walked over and grabbed the axe. He threw a glance to Cormac, who was taking another break and staring rather avidly in Potter's direction, and then lifted the axe high and swung.
Draco thought he might have to sit down.
Two shirtless Gryffindors, swinging axes, getting sweaty, flexing things that shouldn't be flexed.
Draco was surprised at how easily he was suppressing the self-loathing he felt for finding Cormac and Potter attractive. Scratch that, he thought, they're bloody sex gods.
Apparently the rest of his team, including McBigass, agreed, all of them rather entranced by Potter's actions.
Potter swung again, and again, and Draco could see a dent appear in the tree.
Maybe they could actually win this challenge.
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