Holiday Entertainment
Title: Holiday Entertainment
Author: Alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary:
Word Count: ~1400
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: *does dance* This is part seven and the final part of my dracoharry100 Christmas prompts/ H/D a night on the town series. This time I used the rest of the outstanding prompts #9 Dreaded family Christmas dinner, #8 Horrible gift that turns out to be perfect after all, #13 Unexpected or surprising gift ~ AND/OR~ Finding that "perfect present, #17 Pushing/getting pushed into snow bank ~ AND/OR ~ Snowed in, #18 Accidentally opening a private gift in front of everyone, #28 That *Must Have* Gadget and # 31 baby seal playing in snow.
Part 1: A Chance Meeting
Part 2: A Fiery Gathering
Part 3: A Great View
Part 4: Cider Confessions
Part 5: Surviving the Storm
Part 6: Decorating the Tree
Beta: sevfan
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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Holiday Entertainment
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One year later:
The wind was freezing as it whipped by, but Harry, in a horse-drawn carriage, riding through a snow-covered forest, was happy. Draco was curled beside him, their hands were linked beneath the auto-heating blanket, and Harry was content. They rode past a red barn, brightly contrasted against the white snow, and Harry smiled.
“This blanket was a brilliant idea,” said Draco. “Definitely a must-have gadget. I think I’ll get one for Mother. She loves to go on sleigh rides but she’s always cold. Maybe I can drop it off when we go for Christmas dinner later.”
Harry’s good mood immediately evaporated. He was dreading dinner. Even though Narcissa was always perfectly polite, Malfoy Manor just gave him the creeps. He hated going there. “I wish we could host dinner at ours for a change,” he said.
“We could if Granger would allow us to have elves,” Draco replied dryly. “There’s no way we could put together a full holiday meal without help.”
Harry sighed. “Well that’s not an option. She’d never speak to us again.” Visibly perking up, Draco opened his mouth but Harry shook his head. “And before you say it, she’d kill us, too.”
Draco visibly deflated. “She would,” he agreed. “So dinner with Mother it is.”
“At least we get to spend Boxing Day with the Weasleys,” Harry said.
Draco shivered. “Don’t remind me.”
“Stop it. They love you,” Harry told him.
“They tolerate me,” Draco corrected. “It’s not the same thing.”
“The way your mother tolerates me?” Harry sighed as Draco’s hand tightened on his. “Look, can we not fight? It’s Christmas. Let’s just enjoy this ride.”
“Fine.” Draco’s mouth tightened in that way that let Harry know that the topic had not been completely dropped. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“Well,” Harry said, glad of the topic change. “It is our one-year anniversary, so I thought we should celebrate.”
“Celebrate, hm?” Draco smiled, relaxing against Harry once more. “Not a night out on the town I hope. And if you think I’m letting you shove me into some snowbank just so you can snog me--”
Harry laughed. “Don’t worry. What I have planned will keep you quite warm.” He grinned. “Although I suppose there’s some danger that we may get...wet.”
“Sounds promising,” Draco murmured, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Are we there yet?”
“Almost.” Harry took a calming breath, surreptitiously checking that the box he’d been carrying around in his pocket for weeks was still there. He thought Draco would say yes, but there was still that tiny voice of doubt in the back of his head-- “And here we are,” he said as they rounded a corner and a cottage came into sight.
Draco sat up. “Where are we?”
As the horses drew to a stop, Harry fortified his Warming Charm before moving from under the blanket to exit the carriage. “Come and see,” he said, holding his hand out to Draco.
Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing I love you,” he muttered as he, too, slid out of the carriage.
After casting a strong Warming Charm on the horses, Harry patted their necks, sending them home.
“How will we get out of here?” Draco asked, watching them trot off.
“They’ll be back,” Harry said, leading Draco towards the cottage. Inside, he’d decorated for the holidays, and with a wave of his wand, he lit the Christmas tree and the fire.
Looking around, Draco blinked. “There’s no way you did this all yourself. You had to have help.”
“I may have consulted Parkinson about some of the details.” Harry smiled as Draco spun to face him. “What?”
“You talked to Pansy? Voluntarily?” Tugging Harry closer, Draco smirked. “You really do love me.”
Harry smiled, leaning in for a kiss. “Of course I do.”
Kissing, they moved towards the roaring fire, and Harry pulled Draco down onto the fur rug before beginning to divest him of clothes. Draco made short work of his, too, and soon, they were writhing together, Harry moaning as Draco mouthed his shoulders, wrapping his legs around Harry and clinging as they arched together. When, finally, Draco climbed on top of him, sliding down Harry’s cock to take him deep, it was too much and he came, groaning, Draco following only moments later.
Collapsing beside Harry, Draco finally murmured, “Well, that will certainly make dinner at Mother’s easier to take.”
Harry laughed breathlessly. “That was my thought, too.” Rising up on his elbow, he smiled down at Draco. “Plus, I thought we could exchange some early gifts.”
“Early--” Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Why, Harry, did you get me something that I can’t open in front of my mother?” He smirked. “How do you know I don’t have something risqué that I plan to accidentally open at the Weasleys’ tomorrow?”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Do you?”
Draco pursed his lips. “Well I’m certainly not going to tell you now, am I? Now, weren’t you planning to give me a gift?”
Harry bit his lip. Maybe this was a mistake. “We don’t have to--”
“Well we definitely do now,” Draco purred. “Come on, hand it over.” His smile deepened. “Or are you scared? Did you get me something horrible?”
Harry rolled his eyes. Draco would be relentless he knew. “All right.” Shifting, he reached for his robes, digging through the pockets. “So you don’t have to accept this, I just thought that since we’ve been together for a year, maybe we could--”
“You’re babbling.” Placing his hand over Harry’s, Draco stared into his eyes. “Why are you nervous?”
Wordlessly, Harry pulled out the box, handing it to him.
Draco’s face went blank, as, with steady hands he took it and, after casting an unreadable look at Harry, opened it. His mouth dropped open when he saw the platinum band. “Harry--”
“Marry me?” Harry whispered.
Draco shook his head and Harry’s heart sank. “I should have known you’d ruin my plan.”
Hurt, Harry inhaled sharply. “Ruin?” His voice cracked and he swallowed hard. “Is that how you think of us?” How could I have been so wrong?
“What?” Blinking, Draco looked at him. “Oh no!” Apparently realising what he’d said, he grabbed Harry’s hand, entwining their fingers. “It’s just that I had a plan.”
“You did?” The ache that had been building in Harry’s chest subsided. “You haven’t answered my question.”
Leaning up, Draco pressed his mouth to Harry’s. Pulling back, he smiled. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Exhaling, Harry pressed him down onto the fur rug. “Now what was all that about ruining things?” He frowned. “And what was your plan?”
Draco sighed. “To ask you to marry me after the holidays. Mother even went to Gringotts this week to retrieve the Malfoy bonding rings--Mmmf!”
After kissing Draco breathless, Harry buried his face in his neck and murmured, “You’re sure we can’t just say we were snowed in here and...skip dinner altogether?”
“Is that really the way you want to start out with Mother?” Draco asked, fingers sliding through Harry’s hair.
Harry sighed. “I suppose not. Still, I do love it here.”
“Mmm. Whose cottage is it?”
“It could be ours.” Harry raised his head, staring into Draco’s face. “If we like it enough. The agent let me use it for the day when I told her I was looking to buy a remote, romantic cottage.”
Draco smirked. “So this place could be my gift, too?” He looked around the room. “I’d love to see the rest but it’s lovely and cosy. Perfect for us, really.”
“There’s even a lake out back,” Harry said. He made a face. “The agent said the last owners imported baby seals to swim about in the lake to entertain their children, but that seems a bit over the top to me.”
Draco laughed. “A bit, yes.” Sliding his hand over Harry’s back, he cupped his arse. “After all, I think we can come up with ways to entertain ourselves without baby seals.”
Heart full, Harry smiled and, lowering his mouth to Draco’s said, “Yes, I think we can, too.”
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The End
Author: Alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary:
Word Count: ~1400
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: *does dance* This is part seven and the final part of my dracoharry100 Christmas prompts/ H/D a night on the town series. This time I used the rest of the outstanding prompts #9 Dreaded family Christmas dinner, #8 Horrible gift that turns out to be perfect after all, #13 Unexpected or surprising gift ~ AND/OR~ Finding that "perfect present, #17 Pushing/getting pushed into snow bank ~ AND/OR ~ Snowed in, #18 Accidentally opening a private gift in front of everyone, #28 That *Must Have* Gadget and # 31 baby seal playing in snow.
Part 1: A Chance Meeting
Part 2: A Fiery Gathering
Part 3: A Great View
Part 4: Cider Confessions
Part 5: Surviving the Storm
Part 6: Decorating the Tree
Beta: sevfan
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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Holiday Entertainment
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One year later:
The wind was freezing as it whipped by, but Harry, in a horse-drawn carriage, riding through a snow-covered forest, was happy. Draco was curled beside him, their hands were linked beneath the auto-heating blanket, and Harry was content. They rode past a red barn, brightly contrasted against the white snow, and Harry smiled.
“This blanket was a brilliant idea,” said Draco. “Definitely a must-have gadget. I think I’ll get one for Mother. She loves to go on sleigh rides but she’s always cold. Maybe I can drop it off when we go for Christmas dinner later.”
Harry’s good mood immediately evaporated. He was dreading dinner. Even though Narcissa was always perfectly polite, Malfoy Manor just gave him the creeps. He hated going there. “I wish we could host dinner at ours for a change,” he said.
“We could if Granger would allow us to have elves,” Draco replied dryly. “There’s no way we could put together a full holiday meal without help.”
Harry sighed. “Well that’s not an option. She’d never speak to us again.” Visibly perking up, Draco opened his mouth but Harry shook his head. “And before you say it, she’d kill us, too.”
Draco visibly deflated. “She would,” he agreed. “So dinner with Mother it is.”
“At least we get to spend Boxing Day with the Weasleys,” Harry said.
Draco shivered. “Don’t remind me.”
“Stop it. They love you,” Harry told him.
“They tolerate me,” Draco corrected. “It’s not the same thing.”
“The way your mother tolerates me?” Harry sighed as Draco’s hand tightened on his. “Look, can we not fight? It’s Christmas. Let’s just enjoy this ride.”
“Fine.” Draco’s mouth tightened in that way that let Harry know that the topic had not been completely dropped. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“Well,” Harry said, glad of the topic change. “It is our one-year anniversary, so I thought we should celebrate.”
“Celebrate, hm?” Draco smiled, relaxing against Harry once more. “Not a night out on the town I hope. And if you think I’m letting you shove me into some snowbank just so you can snog me--”
Harry laughed. “Don’t worry. What I have planned will keep you quite warm.” He grinned. “Although I suppose there’s some danger that we may get...wet.”
“Sounds promising,” Draco murmured, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Are we there yet?”
“Almost.” Harry took a calming breath, surreptitiously checking that the box he’d been carrying around in his pocket for weeks was still there. He thought Draco would say yes, but there was still that tiny voice of doubt in the back of his head-- “And here we are,” he said as they rounded a corner and a cottage came into sight.
Draco sat up. “Where are we?”
As the horses drew to a stop, Harry fortified his Warming Charm before moving from under the blanket to exit the carriage. “Come and see,” he said, holding his hand out to Draco.
Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing I love you,” he muttered as he, too, slid out of the carriage.
After casting a strong Warming Charm on the horses, Harry patted their necks, sending them home.
“How will we get out of here?” Draco asked, watching them trot off.
“They’ll be back,” Harry said, leading Draco towards the cottage. Inside, he’d decorated for the holidays, and with a wave of his wand, he lit the Christmas tree and the fire.
Looking around, Draco blinked. “There’s no way you did this all yourself. You had to have help.”
“I may have consulted Parkinson about some of the details.” Harry smiled as Draco spun to face him. “What?”
“You talked to Pansy? Voluntarily?” Tugging Harry closer, Draco smirked. “You really do love me.”
Harry smiled, leaning in for a kiss. “Of course I do.”
Kissing, they moved towards the roaring fire, and Harry pulled Draco down onto the fur rug before beginning to divest him of clothes. Draco made short work of his, too, and soon, they were writhing together, Harry moaning as Draco mouthed his shoulders, wrapping his legs around Harry and clinging as they arched together. When, finally, Draco climbed on top of him, sliding down Harry’s cock to take him deep, it was too much and he came, groaning, Draco following only moments later.
Collapsing beside Harry, Draco finally murmured, “Well, that will certainly make dinner at Mother’s easier to take.”
Harry laughed breathlessly. “That was my thought, too.” Rising up on his elbow, he smiled down at Draco. “Plus, I thought we could exchange some early gifts.”
“Early--” Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Why, Harry, did you get me something that I can’t open in front of my mother?” He smirked. “How do you know I don’t have something risqué that I plan to accidentally open at the Weasleys’ tomorrow?”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Do you?”
Draco pursed his lips. “Well I’m certainly not going to tell you now, am I? Now, weren’t you planning to give me a gift?”
Harry bit his lip. Maybe this was a mistake. “We don’t have to--”
“Well we definitely do now,” Draco purred. “Come on, hand it over.” His smile deepened. “Or are you scared? Did you get me something horrible?”
Harry rolled his eyes. Draco would be relentless he knew. “All right.” Shifting, he reached for his robes, digging through the pockets. “So you don’t have to accept this, I just thought that since we’ve been together for a year, maybe we could--”
“You’re babbling.” Placing his hand over Harry’s, Draco stared into his eyes. “Why are you nervous?”
Wordlessly, Harry pulled out the box, handing it to him.
Draco’s face went blank, as, with steady hands he took it and, after casting an unreadable look at Harry, opened it. His mouth dropped open when he saw the platinum band. “Harry--”
“Marry me?” Harry whispered.
Draco shook his head and Harry’s heart sank. “I should have known you’d ruin my plan.”
Hurt, Harry inhaled sharply. “Ruin?” His voice cracked and he swallowed hard. “Is that how you think of us?” How could I have been so wrong?
“What?” Blinking, Draco looked at him. “Oh no!” Apparently realising what he’d said, he grabbed Harry’s hand, entwining their fingers. “It’s just that I had a plan.”
“You did?” The ache that had been building in Harry’s chest subsided. “You haven’t answered my question.”
Leaning up, Draco pressed his mouth to Harry’s. Pulling back, he smiled. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Exhaling, Harry pressed him down onto the fur rug. “Now what was all that about ruining things?” He frowned. “And what was your plan?”
Draco sighed. “To ask you to marry me after the holidays. Mother even went to Gringotts this week to retrieve the Malfoy bonding rings--Mmmf!”
After kissing Draco breathless, Harry buried his face in his neck and murmured, “You’re sure we can’t just say we were snowed in here and...skip dinner altogether?”
“Is that really the way you want to start out with Mother?” Draco asked, fingers sliding through Harry’s hair.
Harry sighed. “I suppose not. Still, I do love it here.”
“Mmm. Whose cottage is it?”
“It could be ours.” Harry raised his head, staring into Draco’s face. “If we like it enough. The agent let me use it for the day when I told her I was looking to buy a remote, romantic cottage.”
Draco smirked. “So this place could be my gift, too?” He looked around the room. “I’d love to see the rest but it’s lovely and cosy. Perfect for us, really.”
“There’s even a lake out back,” Harry said. He made a face. “The agent said the last owners imported baby seals to swim about in the lake to entertain their children, but that seems a bit over the top to me.”
Draco laughed. “A bit, yes.” Sliding his hand over Harry’s back, he cupped his arse. “After all, I think we can come up with ways to entertain ourselves without baby seals.”
Heart full, Harry smiled and, lowering his mouth to Draco’s said, “Yes, I think we can, too.”
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The End