RP: Christmas Miracle
Title: Christmas Miracle
Summary: Harry doesn't think he'll find love, but he gets a Christmas miracle
Word Count: 1079
Rating: R
Contains: (Highlight to view) *Bondage*
Notes: Written for hd-owlpost. Dear themightyflynn, I loved writing this for you, trying to put in as many likes as I could. I hope you enjoy the final result. Happy holidays.
"I don't know why you volunteered to teach me how to dance; you hate me." This is how it starts. Harry knows better than that, but he still says the words to hurt Draco, the same way he's hurting. He's realized months ago that he's in love with Draco. Long after the trials, after he broke up with Ginny, after they became real adults. He also knows that he has no chance. For all of the jokes and rumours about Draco being gay, he always talks about wives and children. So Harry settles for friendship. Maybe. Possibly. Harry doesn't like to settle.
"Don't be daft; I don't hate you," Draco answers, and so they agree to dance lessons.
It should have been a smooth thing. Meet, dance, go to the stupid Ministry Christmas party, don't look like a complete idiot and be done. Nothing ever goes smoothly for Harry.
Someone, and he will find that someone and arrest him (or thank him), decides to spike the eggnog at the party. Harry can't tell until he's talking to Draco. It's subtle at first, a few words dropped here and there that Draco wouldn't normally say, information that Harry wouldn't share, and then it becomes more obvious when he blurts out that he's bi.
"Are you? I'm surprised you haven't announced it on the Daily Prophet already," Draco says with a smirk.
"As if you'd tell people if you were in my shoes," Harry snaps back.
"Actually, all my friends know that I'm gay." Draco puts a hand in front of his mouth as if that will stop him from talking.
Harry is too hurt to make fun of him. "Does that mean I'm not your friend?"
Draco snorts. "Two weeks ago you accused me of hating you and now you're upset that we aren't friends. Make up your mind, Potter."
"I'll have you know that I've been in love with you for months."
They both freeze. Draco is the first to move. He takes a step forward. "I'll have you know that I've been in love with you for years," he whispers.
And well, how can Harry resist that? He doesn't. He tells people he's got an urgent case and drags Draco out. Drags is probably inaccurate since Draco is waiting at the Floo when he's done making his excuses. Harry being Harry ignores the Floo. He's an Auror and one of the few who can Apparate inside the Ministry. He grabs Draco's hand and uses side-along Apparition to go straight to his bedroom.
"Very urgent matter," Draco says, smiling.
"Extremely urgent." Harry waves a hand and they are naked. He can see the reaction Draco has. He should have figured it out sooner that Draco's breath always quickens when Harry casts wandless and wordless magic. "You like that."
"Extremely," Draco answers. "Now are we going to discuss magic or-"
Harry doesn't let him finish. He's not in the mood for Draco's rants that can go on for hours (or at least feel like it), but instead grabs his hips and kisses him hungrily, tongue slipping past his teeth until he can map Draco's mouth. He pulls back a little breathless. "I plan to tie you up and fuck you senseless. Any objections?"
Draco gasps while his cock twitches. Harry takes that as a victory and consent. After all, Draco is very good at letting people know what he doesn't like. He waves his finger again and Draco floats to the bed, flat on his back. Bright lights tighten around his wrists and pull his arms up, tying the loose ends to the headboard.
Harry takes in the view. Draco is gorgeous, with his long silvery hair partially covering his aristocratic traits. The very ends of those long locks rest near his pink nipples. God, he wishes he could look forever, but he's waited for too long already and can't wait a single moment more.
He crawls over the mattress and Draco spreads his legs without being asked. "Fuck, you know how good you look?"
"I do. You aren't bad yourself," Draco teases, but he looks hungrily at Harry's cock. "Now, could you display some of that Gryffindor impatience and get on with it?"
Harry laughs. Leave it to Draco to stay in command while being tied up, but then again, he wouldn't want it any differently; finding this balance important. That doesn't mean that he can't make a point.
He stretches over Draco and begins kissing him. Soft gentle touches of his lips turn into nips and bites. He's like water breaking through a dam, moving fast and wild, taking everything in front of him. His bites get a little harder. Red angry marks pepper Draco's pale skin. Harry knows that they won't go away without a spell; he hopes that Draco keeps them.
That thought only makes him want more. Their mouths find each other over and over, needing that connection as much as they need air. Draco moans, pulling on his magical ties. Harry almost releases him, but he loves watching Draco letting go. The perfect hair ruffled over his dark sheet. His elegant words replaced by curses that feel sinful when uttered in that posh accent. The noises he makes as Harry finally pushes inside him, fucking him hard and fast are simply divine.
Perfection!
Harry drives into that tight body over and over, until Draco is begging and something melts inside Harry. "You can have anything." His hand closes around Draco's erection and starts to fist him in time with his thrusts.
It doesn't take long before they are both coming, come spilling between their bodies. Harry takes a moment before releasing Draco and then cleans them up with a simple touch.
"You keep doing that, I might be hard forever," Draco says.
Harry laughs. "If I'd known, I'd have done more wandless magic around you."
"You've done enough," Draco murmurs as he turns to his side and curls around Harry. "If you have a problem with this, too bad."
Harry shakes his head. "I don't have a problem at all." Another spell pulls the blankets around them. The fireplace is lit and the fire casts shadows over Draco's body. Harry gently brushes his hair with his fingers. "This is perfect."
"You're such a sap." The purring from Draco betrays his words.
"I can stop," Harry threatened.
"Don't you dare." Draco smiles. "It is perfect."
Harry almost stopped believing that he'd finally find love, but tonight he finally got his Christmas miracle.
Summary: Harry doesn't think he'll find love, but he gets a Christmas miracle
Word Count: 1079
Rating: R
Contains: (Highlight to view) *Bondage*
Notes: Written for hd-owlpost. Dear themightyflynn, I loved writing this for you, trying to put in as many likes as I could. I hope you enjoy the final result. Happy holidays.
"I don't know why you volunteered to teach me how to dance; you hate me." This is how it starts. Harry knows better than that, but he still says the words to hurt Draco, the same way he's hurting. He's realized months ago that he's in love with Draco. Long after the trials, after he broke up with Ginny, after they became real adults. He also knows that he has no chance. For all of the jokes and rumours about Draco being gay, he always talks about wives and children. So Harry settles for friendship. Maybe. Possibly. Harry doesn't like to settle.
"Don't be daft; I don't hate you," Draco answers, and so they agree to dance lessons.
It should have been a smooth thing. Meet, dance, go to the stupid Ministry Christmas party, don't look like a complete idiot and be done. Nothing ever goes smoothly for Harry.
Someone, and he will find that someone and arrest him (or thank him), decides to spike the eggnog at the party. Harry can't tell until he's talking to Draco. It's subtle at first, a few words dropped here and there that Draco wouldn't normally say, information that Harry wouldn't share, and then it becomes more obvious when he blurts out that he's bi.
"Are you? I'm surprised you haven't announced it on the Daily Prophet already," Draco says with a smirk.
"As if you'd tell people if you were in my shoes," Harry snaps back.
"Actually, all my friends know that I'm gay." Draco puts a hand in front of his mouth as if that will stop him from talking.
Harry is too hurt to make fun of him. "Does that mean I'm not your friend?"
Draco snorts. "Two weeks ago you accused me of hating you and now you're upset that we aren't friends. Make up your mind, Potter."
"I'll have you know that I've been in love with you for months."
They both freeze. Draco is the first to move. He takes a step forward. "I'll have you know that I've been in love with you for years," he whispers.
And well, how can Harry resist that? He doesn't. He tells people he's got an urgent case and drags Draco out. Drags is probably inaccurate since Draco is waiting at the Floo when he's done making his excuses. Harry being Harry ignores the Floo. He's an Auror and one of the few who can Apparate inside the Ministry. He grabs Draco's hand and uses side-along Apparition to go straight to his bedroom.
"Very urgent matter," Draco says, smiling.
"Extremely urgent." Harry waves a hand and they are naked. He can see the reaction Draco has. He should have figured it out sooner that Draco's breath always quickens when Harry casts wandless and wordless magic. "You like that."
"Extremely," Draco answers. "Now are we going to discuss magic or-"
Harry doesn't let him finish. He's not in the mood for Draco's rants that can go on for hours (or at least feel like it), but instead grabs his hips and kisses him hungrily, tongue slipping past his teeth until he can map Draco's mouth. He pulls back a little breathless. "I plan to tie you up and fuck you senseless. Any objections?"
Draco gasps while his cock twitches. Harry takes that as a victory and consent. After all, Draco is very good at letting people know what he doesn't like. He waves his finger again and Draco floats to the bed, flat on his back. Bright lights tighten around his wrists and pull his arms up, tying the loose ends to the headboard.
Harry takes in the view. Draco is gorgeous, with his long silvery hair partially covering his aristocratic traits. The very ends of those long locks rest near his pink nipples. God, he wishes he could look forever, but he's waited for too long already and can't wait a single moment more.
He crawls over the mattress and Draco spreads his legs without being asked. "Fuck, you know how good you look?"
"I do. You aren't bad yourself," Draco teases, but he looks hungrily at Harry's cock. "Now, could you display some of that Gryffindor impatience and get on with it?"
Harry laughs. Leave it to Draco to stay in command while being tied up, but then again, he wouldn't want it any differently; finding this balance important. That doesn't mean that he can't make a point.
He stretches over Draco and begins kissing him. Soft gentle touches of his lips turn into nips and bites. He's like water breaking through a dam, moving fast and wild, taking everything in front of him. His bites get a little harder. Red angry marks pepper Draco's pale skin. Harry knows that they won't go away without a spell; he hopes that Draco keeps them.
That thought only makes him want more. Their mouths find each other over and over, needing that connection as much as they need air. Draco moans, pulling on his magical ties. Harry almost releases him, but he loves watching Draco letting go. The perfect hair ruffled over his dark sheet. His elegant words replaced by curses that feel sinful when uttered in that posh accent. The noises he makes as Harry finally pushes inside him, fucking him hard and fast are simply divine.
Perfection!
Harry drives into that tight body over and over, until Draco is begging and something melts inside Harry. "You can have anything." His hand closes around Draco's erection and starts to fist him in time with his thrusts.
It doesn't take long before they are both coming, come spilling between their bodies. Harry takes a moment before releasing Draco and then cleans them up with a simple touch.
"You keep doing that, I might be hard forever," Draco says.
Harry laughs. "If I'd known, I'd have done more wandless magic around you."
"You've done enough," Draco murmurs as he turns to his side and curls around Harry. "If you have a problem with this, too bad."
Harry shakes his head. "I don't have a problem at all." Another spell pulls the blankets around them. The fireplace is lit and the fire casts shadows over Draco's body. Harry gently brushes his hair with his fingers. "This is perfect."
"You're such a sap." The purring from Draco betrays his words.
"I can stop," Harry threatened.
"Don't you dare." Draco smiles. "It is perfect."
Harry almost stopped believing that he'd finally find love, but tonight he finally got his Christmas miracle.