Christmas Story 2018 - In the Spirit, part 19 (H/D)
Title: In the Spirit - Part 19
Author: sesheta_66
Prompts used: slythindor100’s early bird prompt 3: All I want for Christmas card (picture under the cut) and dracoharry100’s prompt 22: first Christmas together
Word Count: 2.8K
Rating: R
Warning: none
Summary: Harry had a rough Christmas last year, to say the least. But things are looking up this year, and he plans to embrace the season, even if he is still single.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the slythindor100 Early Bird 25 Days of Draco and Harry and the dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge.
On LJ: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |
Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18
OR on AO3
[Part 19]
In the Spirit - Part 19
Harry woke to the realisation that he wasn’t in his bed. Heavy headed, he squeezed his eyes more tightly closed in an attempt to recapture his fading dream and fall back into slumber. But his body was having none of that. Consciousness fought against his attempts and the evening’s events became more clear as he approached complete wakefulness.
Wisps of soft hair tickled his nose and something moved under him. Reflexively, he closed his arm around it more tightly.
Wait, what?
Trying not to nudge the body lying beside him, Harry tried to relax while last night’s events replayed in his mind. Surely not.
He dared to open one eye a sliver to see if his suspicions were true. Oh, shit. They were. His eyes wide and now fully awake, Harry looked down at the sleeping form of Malfoy. His forehead was crinkled as though fighting to stay asleep. Harry smiled. He looked so peaceful. Harry brushed Malfoy’s hair from where it hung over his eye and, before he could stop himself, smoothed the wrinkles from between his brows.
Malfoy’s lids fluttered but didn’t open. "What are you doing?"
Harry froze and immediately wondered the same thing. "Er ..."
Malfoy’s lips twitched and he stretched beneath Harry, who still, inexplicably, still had his arm - and leg, ohmygod - draped over the man. "Did we ... how ...?"
Malfoy’s body shook in amusement. "Articulate as ever. It seems that all that fresh air and exercise were too much for us. Add some mulled wine into the mix, and we party animals fell asleep on the sofa."
That sounded right. He hadn’t had that much to drink that he’d forget the events of the night before. And they were still fully clothed, so there was that.
Malfoy cleared his throat, interrupting Harry’s thoughts. "I do have to say I hadn’t expected you to be such a cuddler."
Harry’s face burned. "I ... no ... I didn’t. You’re having me on."
Malfoy’s brows shot up as he looked down at where Harry remained draped over him. Harry quickly pulled away and sat up, at once missing the warmth. "I assure you, I’m not," Malfoy said, clearly bemused by Harry’s discomfort. "As a matter of fact, I woke up in the middle of the night and attempted to extricate myself only to have you tighten your grip. I rather thought it was in my best interest to stay put, so I did."
"Oh, God." Harry dropped his face into his hands, utterly mortified. "I’m so sorry."
Malfoy chuckled. "It’s no problem. Once I relaxed, so did you." Harry peeked through his fingers hopefully. "Of course that meant curling up behind me, settling in for the night."
"Ugh," Harry said, flopping his head on the back of the sofa and staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Malfoy laughed heartily now. "Relax, Potter. You promised not to tell anyone I’m - how did you put it? Ah, yes ... sweet. I shall return the favour and not tell anyone that their favourite big, bad, tough Auror likes to cuddle."
Harry glared at him then.
"There now. That’s more like the Potter I know."
Harry ran his hand nervously over the hair at the back of his neck. "I really am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."
Malfoy grinned. "I know you are. But, honestly, you’re rather comfortable to sleep with." He smirked. "Who knew?"
Harry couldn’t look him in the eye, no matter how much he wanted to. Wanted to see if he was teasing Harry in a playful or less gracious way. Because, if Harry were honest with himself, he would love nothing more than to curl up beside this snarky man and have a bit of a lie-in. Instead, he disentangled himself from his current position and stood up. "Right. Tea. Be right back."
Harry put the kettle on, put tea in the pot and grabbed some biscuits. His stomach growled. Biscuits would not cut it. And it would be rude to ... "Malfoy!"
"Yes?" Harry nearly jumped. Malfoy had snuck up on him and was just inside the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, arms across his chest and smirking at Harry. "You called?"
"Jesus! Don’t sneak up on a guy like that."
Malfoy chuckled. "Oh, if I snuck up on you, you’d know it." He pushed himself off the doorjamb, casual as you please, and strutted - yes, strutted - into Harry’s kitchen.
"I can see you’re enjoying yourself," Harry accused.
Malfoy shrugged. "Why shouldn’t I?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right. I’m starving. Feel like having some eggs and bacon?"
His smirk became more pronounced. "Are you offering to make me breakfast now?"
Harry motioned to the table. This banter was actually helping him feel less awkward. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. You’re a guest in my home, I’m starving, and it would be terribly rude not to, don’t you think?"
Malfoy chuckled - he seemed to be doing a lot of that at Harry’s expense these days - and sat down. "Oh, I couldn’t agree more."
Harry pulled out a pan and threw in some bacon, then turned his attention to the tea, acutely aware of Malfoy’s gaze. Once the bacon was happily sizzling, he pulled some plates and cutlery from the cupboards and brought them over to the table.
Still smirking, Malfoy asked, "Do you need any help with that?"
"Not really, but if you want to get the milk and sugar and pour the tea, that would be great."
Expecting some snide remark about making a guest work for his meal, Harry was surprised when Malfoy said, "Sure," got up and busied himself first finding and then filling two mugs. Harry wondered if he should feel uncomfortable with this situation, but oddly it felt ... right. Natural.
They ate in awkward silence, Harry avoiding Malfoy’s look and just concentrating on food intake. Without asking, when he was done, Malfoy poured a second cup of tea for both of them. "So tell me, Potter, are you always this nervous the morning after?"
"The morning after ... but we didn’t ... " Once again, he felt the burn of blood rushing to his cheeks. Damn it.
Malfoy laughed. Despite it being at his own expense, Harry found he liked the sound. "No, we didn’t." Malfoy stared directly into Harry’s eyes. It was unnerving. "But you’re acting as if we did."
Harry caught himself before once more rubbing the back of his neck. "I never meant to make you uncomfortable."
"So you’ve said." Again, he stared unblinkingly at Harry. "And I believe you."
"Still, you couldn’t leave ..."
Malfoy snorted. "Do you believe, for even a minute, that I couldn’t have done something to extract myself?" At Harry’s confused look, he continued. "Something as simple as wake you up, perhaps? Tell you I was leaving? It wouldn’t have been that difficult to do since I doubt very much you were passed out drunk on the amount of wine we had."
"No." Harry narrowed his eyes, perhaps hoping that might help him glean meaning from what Malfoy was saying. "Then why didn’t you?"
Malfoy shrugged. "I don’t know, really. I suppose since we’ve always been so antagonistic toward one another, I decided to enjoy the moment."
Harry snorted. "You know what, that sounds just strange enough to be believed."
"Besides," Malfoy said, smirk back on his face. "You’d just told me I was sweet. I couldn’t very well burst your bubble and wake you when you looked so content, now, could I?"
"Well, you could have, but I agree, it would not have been very sweet." Harry leaned across the table towards Malfoy, a snippet of conversation from the prior night coming to the forefront of his mind. "And while we’re rehashing what was said last night, as I recall, you told me I was hot."
Malfoy tilted his head in that way he had when considering something interesting (how exactly Harry knew that, he wasn’t entirely sure). "That I did." Far from throwing him off his guard, Malfoy seemed more emboldened by the statement. "So, back to my original question. You’re not usually nervous the morning after, then? It’s just because you thought you’d kept me here against my will?"
"Something like that," Harry said, feeling ridiculous all over again. Then he thought about the whole situation: running into Malfoy in Diagon, how great he was with Teddy, the impromptu snowball fight at Andromeda’s, what he’d learned about Malfoy at Luna’s party, skating the night before, and Luna’s insistence that they’d make a good couple. Handsome couple. She’d said nothing about them being a good couple. But, a voice in his head that sounded vaguely like Hermione’s reminded him that they had been getting along. And Malfoy had bought him dinner. And had been nice to him. And had called him hot. And - Harry was still trying to wrap his head around this one - he’d spent the night in Harry’s arms. He looked up and caught Malfoy watching him. "What?"
"Where did you go just now?"
Harry blinked. "Sorry. Just thinking."
"Ah, that’s what that looks like. I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed that before."
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"I am, you know."
Harry scrutinised him and saw, just below the surface, a hint of a challenge. Like he was daring Harry to deny it. "I’m beginning to see that." And just like that, Malfoy was thrown off guard. Chalk one up for honesty. "Now what were you asking? Oh, right. Morning after. To tell you the truth, I don’t really do ... casual," Harry said.
"Colour me surprised," Malfoy deadpanned.
Harry shrugged. "Random sex with strangers never really held any appeal for me."
"As much of a shock as this may come to you, I don’t do casual either. Well, not for a very long time I haven’t. To be honest, it was never really my thing."
"Exactly." Harry nodded. "I suppose I’d just rather ..."
"Cuddle?"
Harry shot him a look, but it had no effect. "I was going to say that I’d just rather wait for someone I care about. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t have to be love, but at least someone that I could make a go of it with, you know?"
Malfoy got up and closed the distance between them, stopping in front of Harry and lifting Harry’s chin with a finger to look directly into his eyes. "That sounds ... sweet." Then he leaned down and brushed their lips together so softly Harry wondered if he’d imagined it. But then he did it again. And again. All the while looking straight into Harry’s eyes. He nibbled Harry’s lower lip playfully as he pulled away.
When Malfoy stood straight up again, Harry’s heart was racing. He touched his lips and said, "That was ... unexpected."
"Really, Potter? Unexpected?" His face fell almost imperceptibly but Harry saw the change. "Right. Well then. I should go. We both have work today. Thanks for the breakfast."
He made to leave the room, but Harry managed to catch him by the arm. "Wait." He stood up and turned Malfoy to face him. "Hey. I said unexpected, not unwanted." Malfoy’s expression softened but a slight scowl remained. Harry ran his thumb over the creases between his brows and they vanished. "You just caught me off-guard is all."
Malfoy rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘oblivious’.
Harry chuckled. "Shall we try that again?" Malfoy stood watching Harry, unmoving. Harry ran his fingers through the soft blond hair and cupped Malfoy’s cheeks in his palms, staring into the grey eyes that weren’t nearly as cold as he’d always thought. They had warm flecks of gold and, when not piercing Harry with an angry stare, drew him into their depths.
He pressed a series of soft kisses from one corner of Malfoy’s lips to the other, then retraced his path with a sweep of his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from Malfoy. He definitely wanted to hear that again. When Malfoy’s lips parted, Harry pressed his tongue inside softly, meeting Draco’s. Harry’s heart raced and he was sure Malfoy could feel it even if he couldn’t hear it. Then Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and drew their bodies together.
Their tongues played, wrapping around each other, and Harry found himself falling. Why had they spent so many years fighting when they could have been doing this? Draco’s biting tongue turned out to be sweeter than Harry would have thought possible. They explored each other’s mouths possessively and Harry wanted more. Wanted all of him. Had never wanted anything so much in his life. When Malfoy’s hands trailed down his back and settled on his arse, he groaned with need. Harry returned the favour, pulling their bodies even closer together. When Malfoy’s cock rubbed against his own, he was lost.
Malfoy marched them, still kissing, into the front room and pushed Harry down onto the sofa. Their separation was brief enough that Harry didn’t have a chance to complain before Draco climbed on top of him, pouring his gorgeous body over Harry’s. There were too many clothes in the way. He wanted nothing between them. Skin on skin. He wanted to run his hands and his mouth over every part of Malfoy’s body. Right. Now.
A distant buzzing reached his ears but he ignored it, focussed on one thing only. He tried to form coherent thought, but it escaped him. All he wanted was Malfoy. Fuck, that tongue was amazing when it wasn’t spiting insults Harry’s way. Malfoy lifted Harry’s shirt and licked a line from navel to nipple. When he bit down gently, Harry arched into it. Malfoy chuckled. "Sensitive nipples. Duly noted." Then he pulled one into his mouth and sucked. Harry’s cock throbbed and he groaned with delight. Malfoy hummed his approval before switching his attention to the other, drawing a similar reaction from Harry.
Malfoy licked a trail back to Harry’s navel before plunging in. "Fuck!" Harry bucked. "God, Malfoy, that tongue of yours will be the death of me."
"Not quite what I had in mind," he said, pulling Harry’s shirt back down and crawling up Harry’s body so slowly Harry thought he would scream. He nibbled along Harry’s jawline but just as he reached his mouth, he stopped. "What is that incessant noise?"
Harry’s head throbbed and his cock protested this cessation of Malfoy’s progress. Taking deep breaths, he cleared his head and listened. The familiar tone finally broke through his addled brain and he cursed. "Shit. It’s my alarm for work."
Malfoy began to lift himself off Harry, but Harry caught him. "Where do you think you’re going?"
"You have to go to work." He looked sternly at Harry who pointedly glared back and lifted his groin to bring their erections back into contact. "Oh, no, you don’t," Malfoy chastised, even as he moaned with pleasure. "I will not be responsible for the future Head Auror being late for work."
Harry whimpered. But in a very manly way. Malfoy chuckled. "Technically, I don’t have to be there for another half hour."
"Stop whining," Malfoy said, lifting his body free of Harry’s. Harry resisted the urge to pout. "And don’t pout." Okay, maybe that hadn’t gone to plan. "I intend to spend a lot more than half an hour discovering all your weak spots, Potter."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Definitely." He reached a hand out and Harry took it, barely resisting the urge to pull him back down again. "We’ve waited this long."
Harry stood uneasily on shaky legs. "Fair enough, but -"
"After all this time, I am not willing to settle for some quick shag before work." Now Harry gave a full-on pout. Malfoy ignored him. "That can come later. Our first time I want to savour."
What was Harry supposed to say to that? Apparently ‘okay’ was his only option, so he bade Malfoy farewell and marched himself into the bathroom for a highly unsatisfying shower.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was washed and dressed and - after some nasty visualisations - presentable for work when he heard a tapping at the window. He opened it to grant entry to a very familiar eagle owl. He gave the owl a treat and removed the note.
Harry’s body reacted predictably to the picture that put in his mind, and he had to give himself a little extra time before leaving for work.
As his day muddled on, Harry reflected on this time last year and how much better this year was turning out to be, certainly far better than he ever would have dared to imagine. He touched a finger to his lips, the taste of Malfoy still lingering, taunting. As he replayed the morning in his mind, he smiled and hoped that this would be the first of many Christmases they would spend together.
Part 20 - to the finish!
Author: sesheta_66
Prompts used: slythindor100’s early bird prompt 3: All I want for Christmas card (picture under the cut) and dracoharry100’s prompt 22: first Christmas together
Word Count: 2.8K
Rating: R
Warning: none
Summary: Harry had a rough Christmas last year, to say the least. But things are looking up this year, and he plans to embrace the season, even if he is still single.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the slythindor100 Early Bird 25 Days of Draco and Harry and the dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge.
On LJ: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |
Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18
OR on AO3
[Part 19]
In the Spirit - Part 19
Harry woke to the realisation that he wasn’t in his bed. Heavy headed, he squeezed his eyes more tightly closed in an attempt to recapture his fading dream and fall back into slumber. But his body was having none of that. Consciousness fought against his attempts and the evening’s events became more clear as he approached complete wakefulness.
Wisps of soft hair tickled his nose and something moved under him. Reflexively, he closed his arm around it more tightly.
Wait, what?
Trying not to nudge the body lying beside him, Harry tried to relax while last night’s events replayed in his mind. Surely not.
He dared to open one eye a sliver to see if his suspicions were true. Oh, shit. They were. His eyes wide and now fully awake, Harry looked down at the sleeping form of Malfoy. His forehead was crinkled as though fighting to stay asleep. Harry smiled. He looked so peaceful. Harry brushed Malfoy’s hair from where it hung over his eye and, before he could stop himself, smoothed the wrinkles from between his brows.
Malfoy’s lids fluttered but didn’t open. "What are you doing?"
Harry froze and immediately wondered the same thing. "Er ..."
Malfoy’s lips twitched and he stretched beneath Harry, who still, inexplicably, still had his arm - and leg, ohmygod - draped over the man. "Did we ... how ...?"
Malfoy’s body shook in amusement. "Articulate as ever. It seems that all that fresh air and exercise were too much for us. Add some mulled wine into the mix, and we party animals fell asleep on the sofa."
That sounded right. He hadn’t had that much to drink that he’d forget the events of the night before. And they were still fully clothed, so there was that.
Malfoy cleared his throat, interrupting Harry’s thoughts. "I do have to say I hadn’t expected you to be such a cuddler."
Harry’s face burned. "I ... no ... I didn’t. You’re having me on."
Malfoy’s brows shot up as he looked down at where Harry remained draped over him. Harry quickly pulled away and sat up, at once missing the warmth. "I assure you, I’m not," Malfoy said, clearly bemused by Harry’s discomfort. "As a matter of fact, I woke up in the middle of the night and attempted to extricate myself only to have you tighten your grip. I rather thought it was in my best interest to stay put, so I did."
"Oh, God." Harry dropped his face into his hands, utterly mortified. "I’m so sorry."
Malfoy chuckled. "It’s no problem. Once I relaxed, so did you." Harry peeked through his fingers hopefully. "Of course that meant curling up behind me, settling in for the night."
"Ugh," Harry said, flopping his head on the back of the sofa and staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Malfoy laughed heartily now. "Relax, Potter. You promised not to tell anyone I’m - how did you put it? Ah, yes ... sweet. I shall return the favour and not tell anyone that their favourite big, bad, tough Auror likes to cuddle."
Harry glared at him then.
"There now. That’s more like the Potter I know."
Harry ran his hand nervously over the hair at the back of his neck. "I really am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."
Malfoy grinned. "I know you are. But, honestly, you’re rather comfortable to sleep with." He smirked. "Who knew?"
Harry couldn’t look him in the eye, no matter how much he wanted to. Wanted to see if he was teasing Harry in a playful or less gracious way. Because, if Harry were honest with himself, he would love nothing more than to curl up beside this snarky man and have a bit of a lie-in. Instead, he disentangled himself from his current position and stood up. "Right. Tea. Be right back."
Harry put the kettle on, put tea in the pot and grabbed some biscuits. His stomach growled. Biscuits would not cut it. And it would be rude to ... "Malfoy!"
"Yes?" Harry nearly jumped. Malfoy had snuck up on him and was just inside the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, arms across his chest and smirking at Harry. "You called?"
"Jesus! Don’t sneak up on a guy like that."
Malfoy chuckled. "Oh, if I snuck up on you, you’d know it." He pushed himself off the doorjamb, casual as you please, and strutted - yes, strutted - into Harry’s kitchen.
"I can see you’re enjoying yourself," Harry accused.
Malfoy shrugged. "Why shouldn’t I?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right. I’m starving. Feel like having some eggs and bacon?"
His smirk became more pronounced. "Are you offering to make me breakfast now?"
Harry motioned to the table. This banter was actually helping him feel less awkward. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. You’re a guest in my home, I’m starving, and it would be terribly rude not to, don’t you think?"
Malfoy chuckled - he seemed to be doing a lot of that at Harry’s expense these days - and sat down. "Oh, I couldn’t agree more."
Harry pulled out a pan and threw in some bacon, then turned his attention to the tea, acutely aware of Malfoy’s gaze. Once the bacon was happily sizzling, he pulled some plates and cutlery from the cupboards and brought them over to the table.
Still smirking, Malfoy asked, "Do you need any help with that?"
"Not really, but if you want to get the milk and sugar and pour the tea, that would be great."
Expecting some snide remark about making a guest work for his meal, Harry was surprised when Malfoy said, "Sure," got up and busied himself first finding and then filling two mugs. Harry wondered if he should feel uncomfortable with this situation, but oddly it felt ... right. Natural.
They ate in awkward silence, Harry avoiding Malfoy’s look and just concentrating on food intake. Without asking, when he was done, Malfoy poured a second cup of tea for both of them. "So tell me, Potter, are you always this nervous the morning after?"
"The morning after ... but we didn’t ... " Once again, he felt the burn of blood rushing to his cheeks. Damn it.
Malfoy laughed. Despite it being at his own expense, Harry found he liked the sound. "No, we didn’t." Malfoy stared directly into Harry’s eyes. It was unnerving. "But you’re acting as if we did."
Harry caught himself before once more rubbing the back of his neck. "I never meant to make you uncomfortable."
"So you’ve said." Again, he stared unblinkingly at Harry. "And I believe you."
"Still, you couldn’t leave ..."
Malfoy snorted. "Do you believe, for even a minute, that I couldn’t have done something to extract myself?" At Harry’s confused look, he continued. "Something as simple as wake you up, perhaps? Tell you I was leaving? It wouldn’t have been that difficult to do since I doubt very much you were passed out drunk on the amount of wine we had."
"No." Harry narrowed his eyes, perhaps hoping that might help him glean meaning from what Malfoy was saying. "Then why didn’t you?"
Malfoy shrugged. "I don’t know, really. I suppose since we’ve always been so antagonistic toward one another, I decided to enjoy the moment."
Harry snorted. "You know what, that sounds just strange enough to be believed."
"Besides," Malfoy said, smirk back on his face. "You’d just told me I was sweet. I couldn’t very well burst your bubble and wake you when you looked so content, now, could I?"
"Well, you could have, but I agree, it would not have been very sweet." Harry leaned across the table towards Malfoy, a snippet of conversation from the prior night coming to the forefront of his mind. "And while we’re rehashing what was said last night, as I recall, you told me I was hot."
Malfoy tilted his head in that way he had when considering something interesting (how exactly Harry knew that, he wasn’t entirely sure). "That I did." Far from throwing him off his guard, Malfoy seemed more emboldened by the statement. "So, back to my original question. You’re not usually nervous the morning after, then? It’s just because you thought you’d kept me here against my will?"
"Something like that," Harry said, feeling ridiculous all over again. Then he thought about the whole situation: running into Malfoy in Diagon, how great he was with Teddy, the impromptu snowball fight at Andromeda’s, what he’d learned about Malfoy at Luna’s party, skating the night before, and Luna’s insistence that they’d make a good couple. Handsome couple. She’d said nothing about them being a good couple. But, a voice in his head that sounded vaguely like Hermione’s reminded him that they had been getting along. And Malfoy had bought him dinner. And had been nice to him. And had called him hot. And - Harry was still trying to wrap his head around this one - he’d spent the night in Harry’s arms. He looked up and caught Malfoy watching him. "What?"
"Where did you go just now?"
Harry blinked. "Sorry. Just thinking."
"Ah, that’s what that looks like. I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed that before."
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"I am, you know."
Harry scrutinised him and saw, just below the surface, a hint of a challenge. Like he was daring Harry to deny it. "I’m beginning to see that." And just like that, Malfoy was thrown off guard. Chalk one up for honesty. "Now what were you asking? Oh, right. Morning after. To tell you the truth, I don’t really do ... casual," Harry said.
"Colour me surprised," Malfoy deadpanned.
Harry shrugged. "Random sex with strangers never really held any appeal for me."
"As much of a shock as this may come to you, I don’t do casual either. Well, not for a very long time I haven’t. To be honest, it was never really my thing."
"Exactly." Harry nodded. "I suppose I’d just rather ..."
"Cuddle?"
Harry shot him a look, but it had no effect. "I was going to say that I’d just rather wait for someone I care about. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t have to be love, but at least someone that I could make a go of it with, you know?"
Malfoy got up and closed the distance between them, stopping in front of Harry and lifting Harry’s chin with a finger to look directly into his eyes. "That sounds ... sweet." Then he leaned down and brushed their lips together so softly Harry wondered if he’d imagined it. But then he did it again. And again. All the while looking straight into Harry’s eyes. He nibbled Harry’s lower lip playfully as he pulled away.
When Malfoy stood straight up again, Harry’s heart was racing. He touched his lips and said, "That was ... unexpected."
"Really, Potter? Unexpected?" His face fell almost imperceptibly but Harry saw the change. "Right. Well then. I should go. We both have work today. Thanks for the breakfast."
He made to leave the room, but Harry managed to catch him by the arm. "Wait." He stood up and turned Malfoy to face him. "Hey. I said unexpected, not unwanted." Malfoy’s expression softened but a slight scowl remained. Harry ran his thumb over the creases between his brows and they vanished. "You just caught me off-guard is all."
Malfoy rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘oblivious’.
Harry chuckled. "Shall we try that again?" Malfoy stood watching Harry, unmoving. Harry ran his fingers through the soft blond hair and cupped Malfoy’s cheeks in his palms, staring into the grey eyes that weren’t nearly as cold as he’d always thought. They had warm flecks of gold and, when not piercing Harry with an angry stare, drew him into their depths.
He pressed a series of soft kisses from one corner of Malfoy’s lips to the other, then retraced his path with a sweep of his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from Malfoy. He definitely wanted to hear that again. When Malfoy’s lips parted, Harry pressed his tongue inside softly, meeting Draco’s. Harry’s heart raced and he was sure Malfoy could feel it even if he couldn’t hear it. Then Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and drew their bodies together.
Their tongues played, wrapping around each other, and Harry found himself falling. Why had they spent so many years fighting when they could have been doing this? Draco’s biting tongue turned out to be sweeter than Harry would have thought possible. They explored each other’s mouths possessively and Harry wanted more. Wanted all of him. Had never wanted anything so much in his life. When Malfoy’s hands trailed down his back and settled on his arse, he groaned with need. Harry returned the favour, pulling their bodies even closer together. When Malfoy’s cock rubbed against his own, he was lost.
Malfoy marched them, still kissing, into the front room and pushed Harry down onto the sofa. Their separation was brief enough that Harry didn’t have a chance to complain before Draco climbed on top of him, pouring his gorgeous body over Harry’s. There were too many clothes in the way. He wanted nothing between them. Skin on skin. He wanted to run his hands and his mouth over every part of Malfoy’s body. Right. Now.
A distant buzzing reached his ears but he ignored it, focussed on one thing only. He tried to form coherent thought, but it escaped him. All he wanted was Malfoy. Fuck, that tongue was amazing when it wasn’t spiting insults Harry’s way. Malfoy lifted Harry’s shirt and licked a line from navel to nipple. When he bit down gently, Harry arched into it. Malfoy chuckled. "Sensitive nipples. Duly noted." Then he pulled one into his mouth and sucked. Harry’s cock throbbed and he groaned with delight. Malfoy hummed his approval before switching his attention to the other, drawing a similar reaction from Harry.
Malfoy licked a trail back to Harry’s navel before plunging in. "Fuck!" Harry bucked. "God, Malfoy, that tongue of yours will be the death of me."
"Not quite what I had in mind," he said, pulling Harry’s shirt back down and crawling up Harry’s body so slowly Harry thought he would scream. He nibbled along Harry’s jawline but just as he reached his mouth, he stopped. "What is that incessant noise?"
Harry’s head throbbed and his cock protested this cessation of Malfoy’s progress. Taking deep breaths, he cleared his head and listened. The familiar tone finally broke through his addled brain and he cursed. "Shit. It’s my alarm for work."
Malfoy began to lift himself off Harry, but Harry caught him. "Where do you think you’re going?"
"You have to go to work." He looked sternly at Harry who pointedly glared back and lifted his groin to bring their erections back into contact. "Oh, no, you don’t," Malfoy chastised, even as he moaned with pleasure. "I will not be responsible for the future Head Auror being late for work."
Harry whimpered. But in a very manly way. Malfoy chuckled. "Technically, I don’t have to be there for another half hour."
"Stop whining," Malfoy said, lifting his body free of Harry’s. Harry resisted the urge to pout. "And don’t pout." Okay, maybe that hadn’t gone to plan. "I intend to spend a lot more than half an hour discovering all your weak spots, Potter."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Definitely." He reached a hand out and Harry took it, barely resisting the urge to pull him back down again. "We’ve waited this long."
Harry stood uneasily on shaky legs. "Fair enough, but -"
"After all this time, I am not willing to settle for some quick shag before work." Now Harry gave a full-on pout. Malfoy ignored him. "That can come later. Our first time I want to savour."
What was Harry supposed to say to that? Apparently ‘okay’ was his only option, so he bade Malfoy farewell and marched himself into the bathroom for a highly unsatisfying shower.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was washed and dressed and - after some nasty visualisations - presentable for work when he heard a tapping at the window. He opened it to grant entry to a very familiar eagle owl. He gave the owl a treat and removed the note.
Harry’s body reacted predictably to the picture that put in his mind, and he had to give himself a little extra time before leaving for work.
As his day muddled on, Harry reflected on this time last year and how much better this year was turning out to be, certainly far better than he ever would have dared to imagine. He touched a finger to his lips, the taste of Malfoy still lingering, taunting. As he replayed the morning in his mind, he smiled and hoped that this would be the first of many Christmases they would spend together.
Part 20 - to the finish!