Fic: The Purrr-fect Gift
Title: The Purrr-fect Gift
Author: kitty_fic
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Harry/Draco + brief appearance by Blaise and Hermione
Prompt(s):
-Secret Santa gift exchange
-kitten for Christmas
-well placed red ribbon
Warnings: slash, sexual situation, hand jobs
Summary: A Secret Santa exchange combined with a little bit of Slytherin cunning grants much more than just Harry's Christmas wishes.
Word Count: 1991
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
A/N: Written for mini_fest 2010
*****
Hermione stood in front of the group of returning 8th years. "If there are no questions, then just be prepared to receive your Secret Santa assignments sometime tomorrow by owl."
This definitely wasn't the first project that Hermione had come up with in order to promote house unity amongst those who had chosen to return to Hogwarts and complete their education after the war. She had made it her mission to foster an accord between the thirty-two students who now occupied their own living quarters apart from the other four houses.
*****
Alone in the dorm room, Blaise ranted, "Bloody Potter! I can't bloody believe it!" He stomped around the room ranting and waving a piece of parchment through the air. "Why me? Like I'd even begin to know what to get. . . Of all the bloody. . . "
Draco stepped into the dorm room and dropped his bag down on his bed. "What in Merlin's name are you going on about?"
"I just got my Secret Santa assignment." Blaise plopped down on the opposite bed, looking dejected. "You'll never believe who I got!"
At that moment, a brown school owl swooped in through the window, landed on the windowsill near where Draco stood, and stuck out it's leg.
"Looks like mine's just arrived," Draco said, as he untied the scroll from the owl's leg, opened it up and read it. Halfway through the letter, Draco turned an unflattering shade of red and said, "Well, if you ask me, this was the worst idea anyone's ever had."
"What's changed your tune? I thought you were all in on these house unity projects." Blaise looked amused at Draco's discomfort.
"Something about letting Granger do all the work to ensure Slytherins are treated fairly."
"Pansy! That's what's changed my mind!" Draco exclaimed. "I can't give her a gift. As if the girl needs any more encouragement to hang all over me," Draco grumbled. "Anyone would be better than this. I'd rather get a gift for. . . for. . . Potter!" Draco looked smug at the thought. "I may even have a few ideas about what I would give him," he added with a smirk.
*****
All the other 8th year students had departed the night before for their respective holiday celebrations leaving Harry alone in the dormitory just as he had been most years prior. Now that Harry was of age, he could have gone to Grimmauld Place for the holidays, but Hogwarts had always felt much more like his home than the dim and dark house ever would. He was expected at the burrow in four days for celebrations with the Weasleys, but until then he had plenty to keep him busy including studying, some last minute shopping in Hogsmeade and relaxing.
Lounging alone in the common room, flipping through the Special Christmas Edition of Wizard Watch Weekly, Harry sat staring at the centerfold that featured a fit, blond wizard on a bed, wearing nothing but a Santa's hat. Harry couldn't help but think how much the bloke looked like Draco Malfoy with his strong chiseled features and lean muscle under flawless skin. Except that Draco's hair looked much silkier, and his arse was more perfectly round, and his eyes were definitely more expressive.
Laying his head back on the sofa and closing his eyes, Harry tried to block out the all too familiar thoughts that plagued him on a regular basis. How many times had he thought about his ex-rival? Draco had been making regular appearances in Harry's fantasies since he first realized he fancied blokes. The smooth perfectly pale skin and the intense grey eyes were just the starting point for the dreams that haunted Harry.
*****
Harry hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep, when suddenly he was awakened by something batting softly at his cheek. Opening his eyes, he saw a small white paw coming towards his nose. Harry quickly turned his face away. Blinking, he sat up, grabbed his glasses, and pushed them on his face. Once his eyes adjusted, he spotted a small white kitten sitting primly on the back of the sofa.
Harry whispered, "Where did you come from?" The bundle of white just cocked its head and stared at Harry.
Reaching out for the animal, Harry saw a tag tied round its neck with a silky red ribbon. Pulling the little one towards him, he caught the kitten off guard and was rewarded with a set of small, but very sharp, teeth latching onto his finger.
"Ow! Sorry. . . sorry!" Harry laughed and cradled the small white bundle to his chest. Gently removing the tag, Harry read:
To: Mr. H. Potter
From: Your Secret Santa
Smiling brightly, Harry said, "I always wanted a kitten for Christmas." Looking around, he wondered where the kitten could have come from since he was the only 8th year student who had remained at Hogwarts.
Resting in Harry's large hands, the kitten lifted itself up, placed one tiny paw on Harry's chest and nuzzled his chin, earning a huge grin from The Boy Who Lived.
Touching the silky ribbon, Harry said, "We'll leave that on. Red is definitely your color. You'll make a perfect little Gryffindor!"
The kitten bit him again.
"Ouch! You're a mean one, aren't you?" Harry shook his hand to dispel the pain and gently placed the small bundle on the couch beside him.
Casting a quick 'Tempus', Harry realized that time had gotten away from him. It was past midnight and he was overdue for sleep if he wanted to get an early start in Hogsmeade tomorrow. Holding tight to his prize, Harry bounded up the stairs to prepare for bed.
*****
When Harry returned from the shower, the kitten was curled up on the bed, right where he had left it. The feline's attention was riveted to him when he walked into the room, still slightly damp from the shower and wearing only a Gryffindor red towel.
Washing its paw with a tiny pink tongue, the kitten watched very intently as Harry dropped his towel so that he could pull his pyjama bottoms up over his, otherwise bare, arse.
Pulling the covers back, Harry crawled up onto the bed and patted the pillow beside him for the kitten to join him. Harry sat, watching the kitten for a few moments, encouraging it to sleep by running his knuckles over its soft fur before he finally succumbed to sleep himself.
*****
Harry felt uncommonly warm and comfortable as he pulled himself from the depths of sleep. Snuggling closer into the source of the heat, he pried one eye open, and realized that he was nuzzling into an exceptionally soft head of white-blonde hair. Suddenly, his eyes were both open wide and he was alert, though still frozen in place.
Taking in more of his surroundings, Harry could tell he was definitely still in his own bed, but there was a pale shoulder attached to that soft hair, and there were certainly arms and hands and legs wrapped up with his that definitely did not belong there.
His mind whirled back to the previous night. The last thing he remembered was a soft white kitten with a silky red bow. Still afraid to move, Harry's eyes darted around, looking for clues to his predicament. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a shock of red and Harry's brain continued its spiraling search for information.
Pulling back minutely, Harry recognized the familiar red ribbon. Except it was now tied round Draco Malfoy's neck instead. In fact, as far as Harry could tell, that was the only covering of any kind that graced Draco's perfectly sculpted body. At the sight of that never ending pale skin stretching smoothly over the defined muscles of Draco's chest, Harry felt his cock beginning to expand.
Harry first moved one arm, then a leg, desperately trying to disentangle himself from Draco. Just when he thought he had escaped without being noticed, long, blonde lashes slowly lifted and Harry found himself staring into molten grey eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Potter," Draco whispered.
"Wha? Um, Draco? What are you doing here?" Harry asked dumbly.
"I thought it would be obvious by now, Harry. I am gift-wrapped after all," Draco drawled while thumbing the red bow around his neck.
"But. . . my kitten. . . ?" Harry asked.
Leaning into Harry, Draco practically purred.
Harry sat up in stunned silence for a moment, watching as a very naked Draco advanced towards him. As the truth of the situation finally reached him, he knew that this was not a joke and his face broke into a huge smile.
Crawling over to him, Draco straddled Harry's hips, pushing him back onto the pillow. Before Harry could respond again, Draco's lips were crushed to his, kissing him desperately. A soft moan escaped Harry's throat, as Draco nipped gently at his bottom lip.
Pulling slightly away, gasping for air, Harry looked cautious. "You want this?" He asked.
"Mmmm-hmmm" Draco's voice was muffled as his lips were pressed again to Harry's.
"So. . . " Draco kissed Harry's lips. "Very. . . " then his chin."Much. . . " Draco moved down to Harry's neck, licking and sucking as Harry arched into him.
"Oh Godric! Draco!" Harry moaned wantonly as Draco continued his path, kissing down Harry's neck, onto his chest and laving one pert pink nipple with his tongue. His arms came up around the blonde, pulling him ever closer, pressing their bodies together in every way possible. When Harry's cock rubbed against Draco's bare thigh with only the thin material of his pyjama bottoms between them, he thought he might come right then and there.
Harry clung tightly to Draco, wrapped one leg around him and began to move his hips, seeking more friction.
Draco chose that moment to travel his hand down Harry's body. Slipping his hand between them, he grasped hold of Harry's burgeoning erection, freeing it from its constraint. Making short work of the pyjamas, their cocks were free to rub together with nothing hindering them. And what Harry already thought was great, he now knew was absolutely brilliant!
Reaching up, Harry touched Draco's face with reverence, pulling him down for another kiss. It was like nothing he could have ever imagined. The reality of having Draco here in his bed was so much better than his dreams had ever been, which was hard to believe because the dreams featuring Draco were amongst his most treasured.
"Merlin, Draco! You're beautiful!"
Draco responded by stroking and twisting Harry's cock in a pulsing rhythm. When his hand tightened around the head, Harry moaned again.
Harry sought out Draco's cock as well, closed his fingers around the shaft and tugged. At the touch of Harry's hand on him, Draco threw his head back, catching his lip between his teeth.
The sensation of Draco working his cock became too much and Harry felt his balls tightening. With one last stroke, he was suddenly coming, spurting jets of come between them. Even through his orgasm, he held on tightly to Draco's prick, wanking him with a frantic hand until he felt him coming as well, covering them both with his own milky spunk.
Draco nuzzled his neck and Harry pulled him up for another intense kiss, filled with emotion and adoration.
Finishing the kiss with a series of soft pecks, Harry cast a cleaning charm and asked, "What now, Draco? Will you stay with me?" Hope filled his voice.
"As long as you'll have me," he responded, pulling Harry close again.
Feeling entirely content, Harry entwined their limbs together once more and ran his knuckles over the soft skin of Draco's back. As they lay there tangled together once more, drifting to sleep, Harry couldn't remember ever receiving a more perfect Christmas gift.
Author: kitty_fic
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Harry/Draco + brief appearance by Blaise and Hermione
Prompt(s):
-Secret Santa gift exchange
-kitten for Christmas
-well placed red ribbon
Warnings: slash, sexual situation, hand jobs
Summary: A Secret Santa exchange combined with a little bit of Slytherin cunning grants much more than just Harry's Christmas wishes.
Word Count: 1991
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
A/N: Written for mini_fest 2010
*****
Hermione stood in front of the group of returning 8th years. "If there are no questions, then just be prepared to receive your Secret Santa assignments sometime tomorrow by owl."
This definitely wasn't the first project that Hermione had come up with in order to promote house unity amongst those who had chosen to return to Hogwarts and complete their education after the war. She had made it her mission to foster an accord between the thirty-two students who now occupied their own living quarters apart from the other four houses.
*****
Alone in the dorm room, Blaise ranted, "Bloody Potter! I can't bloody believe it!" He stomped around the room ranting and waving a piece of parchment through the air. "Why me? Like I'd even begin to know what to get. . . Of all the bloody. . . "
Draco stepped into the dorm room and dropped his bag down on his bed. "What in Merlin's name are you going on about?"
"I just got my Secret Santa assignment." Blaise plopped down on the opposite bed, looking dejected. "You'll never believe who I got!"
At that moment, a brown school owl swooped in through the window, landed on the windowsill near where Draco stood, and stuck out it's leg.
"Looks like mine's just arrived," Draco said, as he untied the scroll from the owl's leg, opened it up and read it. Halfway through the letter, Draco turned an unflattering shade of red and said, "Well, if you ask me, this was the worst idea anyone's ever had."
"What's changed your tune? I thought you were all in on these house unity projects." Blaise looked amused at Draco's discomfort.
"Something about letting Granger do all the work to ensure Slytherins are treated fairly."
"Pansy! That's what's changed my mind!" Draco exclaimed. "I can't give her a gift. As if the girl needs any more encouragement to hang all over me," Draco grumbled. "Anyone would be better than this. I'd rather get a gift for. . . for. . . Potter!" Draco looked smug at the thought. "I may even have a few ideas about what I would give him," he added with a smirk.
*****
All the other 8th year students had departed the night before for their respective holiday celebrations leaving Harry alone in the dormitory just as he had been most years prior. Now that Harry was of age, he could have gone to Grimmauld Place for the holidays, but Hogwarts had always felt much more like his home than the dim and dark house ever would. He was expected at the burrow in four days for celebrations with the Weasleys, but until then he had plenty to keep him busy including studying, some last minute shopping in Hogsmeade and relaxing.
Lounging alone in the common room, flipping through the Special Christmas Edition of Wizard Watch Weekly, Harry sat staring at the centerfold that featured a fit, blond wizard on a bed, wearing nothing but a Santa's hat. Harry couldn't help but think how much the bloke looked like Draco Malfoy with his strong chiseled features and lean muscle under flawless skin. Except that Draco's hair looked much silkier, and his arse was more perfectly round, and his eyes were definitely more expressive.
Laying his head back on the sofa and closing his eyes, Harry tried to block out the all too familiar thoughts that plagued him on a regular basis. How many times had he thought about his ex-rival? Draco had been making regular appearances in Harry's fantasies since he first realized he fancied blokes. The smooth perfectly pale skin and the intense grey eyes were just the starting point for the dreams that haunted Harry.
*****
Harry hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep, when suddenly he was awakened by something batting softly at his cheek. Opening his eyes, he saw a small white paw coming towards his nose. Harry quickly turned his face away. Blinking, he sat up, grabbed his glasses, and pushed them on his face. Once his eyes adjusted, he spotted a small white kitten sitting primly on the back of the sofa.
Harry whispered, "Where did you come from?" The bundle of white just cocked its head and stared at Harry.
Reaching out for the animal, Harry saw a tag tied round its neck with a silky red ribbon. Pulling the little one towards him, he caught the kitten off guard and was rewarded with a set of small, but very sharp, teeth latching onto his finger.
"Ow! Sorry. . . sorry!" Harry laughed and cradled the small white bundle to his chest. Gently removing the tag, Harry read:
To: Mr. H. Potter
From: Your Secret Santa
Smiling brightly, Harry said, "I always wanted a kitten for Christmas." Looking around, he wondered where the kitten could have come from since he was the only 8th year student who had remained at Hogwarts.
Resting in Harry's large hands, the kitten lifted itself up, placed one tiny paw on Harry's chest and nuzzled his chin, earning a huge grin from The Boy Who Lived.
Touching the silky ribbon, Harry said, "We'll leave that on. Red is definitely your color. You'll make a perfect little Gryffindor!"
The kitten bit him again.
"Ouch! You're a mean one, aren't you?" Harry shook his hand to dispel the pain and gently placed the small bundle on the couch beside him.
Casting a quick 'Tempus', Harry realized that time had gotten away from him. It was past midnight and he was overdue for sleep if he wanted to get an early start in Hogsmeade tomorrow. Holding tight to his prize, Harry bounded up the stairs to prepare for bed.
*****
When Harry returned from the shower, the kitten was curled up on the bed, right where he had left it. The feline's attention was riveted to him when he walked into the room, still slightly damp from the shower and wearing only a Gryffindor red towel.
Washing its paw with a tiny pink tongue, the kitten watched very intently as Harry dropped his towel so that he could pull his pyjama bottoms up over his, otherwise bare, arse.
Pulling the covers back, Harry crawled up onto the bed and patted the pillow beside him for the kitten to join him. Harry sat, watching the kitten for a few moments, encouraging it to sleep by running his knuckles over its soft fur before he finally succumbed to sleep himself.
*****
Harry felt uncommonly warm and comfortable as he pulled himself from the depths of sleep. Snuggling closer into the source of the heat, he pried one eye open, and realized that he was nuzzling into an exceptionally soft head of white-blonde hair. Suddenly, his eyes were both open wide and he was alert, though still frozen in place.
Taking in more of his surroundings, Harry could tell he was definitely still in his own bed, but there was a pale shoulder attached to that soft hair, and there were certainly arms and hands and legs wrapped up with his that definitely did not belong there.
His mind whirled back to the previous night. The last thing he remembered was a soft white kitten with a silky red bow. Still afraid to move, Harry's eyes darted around, looking for clues to his predicament. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a shock of red and Harry's brain continued its spiraling search for information.
Pulling back minutely, Harry recognized the familiar red ribbon. Except it was now tied round Draco Malfoy's neck instead. In fact, as far as Harry could tell, that was the only covering of any kind that graced Draco's perfectly sculpted body. At the sight of that never ending pale skin stretching smoothly over the defined muscles of Draco's chest, Harry felt his cock beginning to expand.
Harry first moved one arm, then a leg, desperately trying to disentangle himself from Draco. Just when he thought he had escaped without being noticed, long, blonde lashes slowly lifted and Harry found himself staring into molten grey eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Potter," Draco whispered.
"Wha? Um, Draco? What are you doing here?" Harry asked dumbly.
"I thought it would be obvious by now, Harry. I am gift-wrapped after all," Draco drawled while thumbing the red bow around his neck.
"But. . . my kitten. . . ?" Harry asked.
Leaning into Harry, Draco practically purred.
Harry sat up in stunned silence for a moment, watching as a very naked Draco advanced towards him. As the truth of the situation finally reached him, he knew that this was not a joke and his face broke into a huge smile.
Crawling over to him, Draco straddled Harry's hips, pushing him back onto the pillow. Before Harry could respond again, Draco's lips were crushed to his, kissing him desperately. A soft moan escaped Harry's throat, as Draco nipped gently at his bottom lip.
Pulling slightly away, gasping for air, Harry looked cautious. "You want this?" He asked.
"Mmmm-hmmm" Draco's voice was muffled as his lips were pressed again to Harry's.
"So. . . " Draco kissed Harry's lips. "Very. . . " then his chin."Much. . . " Draco moved down to Harry's neck, licking and sucking as Harry arched into him.
"Oh Godric! Draco!" Harry moaned wantonly as Draco continued his path, kissing down Harry's neck, onto his chest and laving one pert pink nipple with his tongue. His arms came up around the blonde, pulling him ever closer, pressing their bodies together in every way possible. When Harry's cock rubbed against Draco's bare thigh with only the thin material of his pyjama bottoms between them, he thought he might come right then and there.
Harry clung tightly to Draco, wrapped one leg around him and began to move his hips, seeking more friction.
Draco chose that moment to travel his hand down Harry's body. Slipping his hand between them, he grasped hold of Harry's burgeoning erection, freeing it from its constraint. Making short work of the pyjamas, their cocks were free to rub together with nothing hindering them. And what Harry already thought was great, he now knew was absolutely brilliant!
Reaching up, Harry touched Draco's face with reverence, pulling him down for another kiss. It was like nothing he could have ever imagined. The reality of having Draco here in his bed was so much better than his dreams had ever been, which was hard to believe because the dreams featuring Draco were amongst his most treasured.
"Merlin, Draco! You're beautiful!"
Draco responded by stroking and twisting Harry's cock in a pulsing rhythm. When his hand tightened around the head, Harry moaned again.
Harry sought out Draco's cock as well, closed his fingers around the shaft and tugged. At the touch of Harry's hand on him, Draco threw his head back, catching his lip between his teeth.
The sensation of Draco working his cock became too much and Harry felt his balls tightening. With one last stroke, he was suddenly coming, spurting jets of come between them. Even through his orgasm, he held on tightly to Draco's prick, wanking him with a frantic hand until he felt him coming as well, covering them both with his own milky spunk.
Draco nuzzled his neck and Harry pulled him up for another intense kiss, filled with emotion and adoration.
Finishing the kiss with a series of soft pecks, Harry cast a cleaning charm and asked, "What now, Draco? Will you stay with me?" Hope filled his voice.
"As long as you'll have me," he responded, pulling Harry close again.
Feeling entirely content, Harry entwined their limbs together once more and ran his knuckles over the soft skin of Draco's back. As they lay there tangled together once more, drifting to sleep, Harry couldn't remember ever receiving a more perfect Christmas gift.