StockingFiller fic: What you need on a winter's day
Author: lullabylily
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Draco tries ice skating for the first time...
Word Count: 1130
A/N: Written for writcraft on the hd_seasons stocking filler fest! As a big figure skating fan, I couldn’t resist writcraft's prompt: Christmas + ice skating + Harry and Draco + snogging…
Eternal thanks to my beta, who I miraculously haven’t driven to insanity yet, han_corrupted.
What you need on a winter’s day
Harry had never thought he'd see Draco Malfoy fail at looking graceful. With long limbs and an always-straight posture, he'd looked elegant even when Harry had been convinced he was a right git. Even in the broken young man Harry had encountered at the tail end of the Battle of Hogwarts there had been traces of that Malfoy grace. His eyes cast on the ground; fear surely coursing through his veins, Draco Malfoy had still managed to stay him.
This Draco wasn't graceful. Adorable, yes, frantic, definitely; but not graceful, Harry thought when Draco went down for the umpteenth time, cursing loudly.
This time Draco didn't get up, instead he looked up at Harry with a large pout.
"There is no point in getting up. I'll just go down again."
"That is the point, Draco. If you stay upright ice skating for the first time, you're doing something wrong."
Draco glared and Harry laughed, carefully skating closer to where Draco was still sitting on the ice. He reached out hand to pull Draco up. With a sigh, Draco took it, his gloved hand wrapping around Harry's. When Draco tried to pull himself up, however, it quickly became clear that Harry didn't have the balance to provide such leverage. His skates giving out on the slippery ice, he was catapulted forward, very nearly landing on top of Draco.
"Useless," Draco snarled at him as soon as Harry looked up, dazed, bum sore from the fall.
Harry grimaced, "My ass is going to be purple in the morning."
"Aww, do you want me to kiss it better?" Draco quipped.
Harry's eyes darkened, "Definitely," he said huskily.
Draco smirked at him; that knowing I-know-damn-well-I'm-brilliant-in-bed look Harry didn't mind one bit.
It seemed like the mood had been lifted until they were both sprayed with something wet and cold. Rapidly melting bits of ice ran down Harry and Draco’s faces, leaving an ice cold trail everywhere they could reach.
A young man dressed in a black and gold, formfitting outfit had skated past. He’d creating the small snowstorm of ice when he'd dug his blades in, coming to an abrupt stop.
He laughed at their stunned faces. "You're in my way, losers," he cackled, a nasty grin plastered on his. He barely cast them another glance before he was off, flying across the ice with ridiculous speed and grace. He went on to jump, high, rotating quickly in the air, proceeding to nearly land on top of two terrified old ladies.
"What an asshole!" Draco exclaimed. He'd gone all red and furious, the way he always did whenever he was outwitted by a muggle.
"He has a nice ass, actually," Harry said thoughtfully, as he admired the view. Those scrawny figure skating outfits really didn't leave a lot to the imagination.
"That's it, you're no longer my boyfriend anymore," Draco scowled.
"Aww, what about that nice rimming you promised earlier?" Harry asked, ruffling his gloved fingered through Draco's uncharacteristically messy hair.
"Tough. You can try your luck with Mister muggle Olympics here," Draco scathed.
Harry laughed, the feeling of joy bubbling up his throat. The happy sensation wasn't unfamiliar by now, yet it still surprised Harry that he could feel this carefree.
Something odd and silent passed through Draco's eyes, as if he'd been able to read Harry's thoughts. "Let's go," Draco said finally, "before I freeze my balls off."
Harry let out a snort of laughter, "I do have a vested interest in keeping your balls unharmed," he agreed.
They struggled hard to get back into an upright position and before safely reaching the boards. They hit the ice two more times altogether before they were safe on non-slippery surface.
"You owe me for this," Draco muttered darkly, rubbing his knee after the last unfortunate fall.
"Fine, fine,” Harry said, “I'll buy you hot chocolate.”
"Make that a double hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and I'll consider forgiving you."
Harry grinned, "I'll even add pie."
As they stepped off the ice, Draco grabbed Harry's arm for support, his legs still a little unsteady. "I always knew my charisma made you weak in the knees," Harry boasted, earning him a swat to the head.
"Prat," Draco snorted, but he leaned into Harry's embrace, finding his lips with ease.
Harry responded eagerly, licking Draco’s cold lips until his tongue could dip into the hot cavern of his boyfriend's mouth. Draco hummed, pushing Harry against the boards, gloved hands tugging strands of Harry’s hair from underneath the absurd hat he was wearing.
The pulled apart abruptly when they heard a loud crash behind them. When they turned around to look at what had happened they were faced with the shape of the arrogant figure skater, huddled across the ice, groaning.
“Get up, get up, you idiot. You’re losing point!” A tiny woman bellowed. His coach, Harry thought.
Draco was grinning maliciously. “Perfect,” he said in that self-satisfied voice of his, as if he’d been the one to cause the fall in the first place. Maybe he had, Harry thought worried, watching the skater getting up from the corner of his eye. He would be fine.
“Let’s apparate straight into our bedroom,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, his erection pressing against Harry’s side.
“The things that arouse you,” Harry muttered, trying to look disapproving but the fire in his own eyes no doubt belied that notion. “We can’t use magic here, though, in front of all these muggles. And we have to return the rental skates.”
Draco groaned, rolling his eyes at Harry. “Foot massage. Add that to the list.”
Harry smiled.
Later, when he kissed the ball of Draco’s foot, he thought he could still smell the skating rink on Draco. The scent was mixed with that of an edible massage oil Hermione gave them for his birthday and something that was uniquely Draco. Harry licked a trail down the length of Draco’s foot, it was long and pointy, like the rest of him; but watching Draco’s toes curl, they happily were one of the things Harry loved most about his boyfriend’s body.
“Ticklish!” Draco yelped, as Harry’s lips brushed over a sensitive spot underneath Draco’s baby toe.
“I know,” Harry grinned mischievously, his mouth finding all the places on Draco’s body that made him shiver in pleasure.
When he was face to face with Draco again, their bodies pressed together, Draco’s legs eagerly wrapped around Harry’s back.
Slowly, achingly so, Harry sought that too-hot place inside Draco’s body and pressed one finger inside.
Draco bucked into the touch, moaning, “Merlin, you fucking tease!”
Harry kissed his lover silent at that, because despite the long list of insults and demands, he really did know exactly what Draco wanted.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Draco tries ice skating for the first time...
Word Count: 1130
A/N: Written for writcraft on the hd_seasons stocking filler fest! As a big figure skating fan, I couldn’t resist writcraft's prompt: Christmas + ice skating + Harry and Draco + snogging…
Eternal thanks to my beta, who I miraculously haven’t driven to insanity yet, han_corrupted.
What you need on a winter’s day
Harry had never thought he'd see Draco Malfoy fail at looking graceful. With long limbs and an always-straight posture, he'd looked elegant even when Harry had been convinced he was a right git. Even in the broken young man Harry had encountered at the tail end of the Battle of Hogwarts there had been traces of that Malfoy grace. His eyes cast on the ground; fear surely coursing through his veins, Draco Malfoy had still managed to stay him.
This Draco wasn't graceful. Adorable, yes, frantic, definitely; but not graceful, Harry thought when Draco went down for the umpteenth time, cursing loudly.
This time Draco didn't get up, instead he looked up at Harry with a large pout.
"There is no point in getting up. I'll just go down again."
"That is the point, Draco. If you stay upright ice skating for the first time, you're doing something wrong."
Draco glared and Harry laughed, carefully skating closer to where Draco was still sitting on the ice. He reached out hand to pull Draco up. With a sigh, Draco took it, his gloved hand wrapping around Harry's. When Draco tried to pull himself up, however, it quickly became clear that Harry didn't have the balance to provide such leverage. His skates giving out on the slippery ice, he was catapulted forward, very nearly landing on top of Draco.
"Useless," Draco snarled at him as soon as Harry looked up, dazed, bum sore from the fall.
Harry grimaced, "My ass is going to be purple in the morning."
"Aww, do you want me to kiss it better?" Draco quipped.
Harry's eyes darkened, "Definitely," he said huskily.
Draco smirked at him; that knowing I-know-damn-well-I'm-brilliant-in-bed look Harry didn't mind one bit.
It seemed like the mood had been lifted until they were both sprayed with something wet and cold. Rapidly melting bits of ice ran down Harry and Draco’s faces, leaving an ice cold trail everywhere they could reach.
A young man dressed in a black and gold, formfitting outfit had skated past. He’d creating the small snowstorm of ice when he'd dug his blades in, coming to an abrupt stop.
He laughed at their stunned faces. "You're in my way, losers," he cackled, a nasty grin plastered on his. He barely cast them another glance before he was off, flying across the ice with ridiculous speed and grace. He went on to jump, high, rotating quickly in the air, proceeding to nearly land on top of two terrified old ladies.
"What an asshole!" Draco exclaimed. He'd gone all red and furious, the way he always did whenever he was outwitted by a muggle.
"He has a nice ass, actually," Harry said thoughtfully, as he admired the view. Those scrawny figure skating outfits really didn't leave a lot to the imagination.
"That's it, you're no longer my boyfriend anymore," Draco scowled.
"Aww, what about that nice rimming you promised earlier?" Harry asked, ruffling his gloved fingered through Draco's uncharacteristically messy hair.
"Tough. You can try your luck with Mister muggle Olympics here," Draco scathed.
Harry laughed, the feeling of joy bubbling up his throat. The happy sensation wasn't unfamiliar by now, yet it still surprised Harry that he could feel this carefree.
Something odd and silent passed through Draco's eyes, as if he'd been able to read Harry's thoughts. "Let's go," Draco said finally, "before I freeze my balls off."
Harry let out a snort of laughter, "I do have a vested interest in keeping your balls unharmed," he agreed.
They struggled hard to get back into an upright position and before safely reaching the boards. They hit the ice two more times altogether before they were safe on non-slippery surface.
"You owe me for this," Draco muttered darkly, rubbing his knee after the last unfortunate fall.
"Fine, fine,” Harry said, “I'll buy you hot chocolate.”
"Make that a double hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and I'll consider forgiving you."
Harry grinned, "I'll even add pie."
As they stepped off the ice, Draco grabbed Harry's arm for support, his legs still a little unsteady. "I always knew my charisma made you weak in the knees," Harry boasted, earning him a swat to the head.
"Prat," Draco snorted, but he leaned into Harry's embrace, finding his lips with ease.
Harry responded eagerly, licking Draco’s cold lips until his tongue could dip into the hot cavern of his boyfriend's mouth. Draco hummed, pushing Harry against the boards, gloved hands tugging strands of Harry’s hair from underneath the absurd hat he was wearing.
The pulled apart abruptly when they heard a loud crash behind them. When they turned around to look at what had happened they were faced with the shape of the arrogant figure skater, huddled across the ice, groaning.
“Get up, get up, you idiot. You’re losing point!” A tiny woman bellowed. His coach, Harry thought.
Draco was grinning maliciously. “Perfect,” he said in that self-satisfied voice of his, as if he’d been the one to cause the fall in the first place. Maybe he had, Harry thought worried, watching the skater getting up from the corner of his eye. He would be fine.
“Let’s apparate straight into our bedroom,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, his erection pressing against Harry’s side.
“The things that arouse you,” Harry muttered, trying to look disapproving but the fire in his own eyes no doubt belied that notion. “We can’t use magic here, though, in front of all these muggles. And we have to return the rental skates.”
Draco groaned, rolling his eyes at Harry. “Foot massage. Add that to the list.”
Harry smiled.
Later, when he kissed the ball of Draco’s foot, he thought he could still smell the skating rink on Draco. The scent was mixed with that of an edible massage oil Hermione gave them for his birthday and something that was uniquely Draco. Harry licked a trail down the length of Draco’s foot, it was long and pointy, like the rest of him; but watching Draco’s toes curl, they happily were one of the things Harry loved most about his boyfriend’s body.
“Ticklish!” Draco yelped, as Harry’s lips brushed over a sensitive spot underneath Draco’s baby toe.
“I know,” Harry grinned mischievously, his mouth finding all the places on Draco’s body that made him shiver in pleasure.
When he was face to face with Draco again, their bodies pressed together, Draco’s legs eagerly wrapped around Harry’s back.
Slowly, achingly so, Harry sought that too-hot place inside Draco’s body and pressed one finger inside.
Draco bucked into the touch, moaning, “Merlin, you fucking tease!”
Harry kissed his lover silent at that, because despite the long list of insults and demands, he really did know exactly what Draco wanted.