Chapter One: Too Gay to be True
Draco and Harry share an evening that can only be described as tender, beautiful, and jaw-droppingly smutty. Contains mature content for the Drarry lover in all of us. Disclaimer: JK Rowling made Harry and Draco, I just like to make them play with each other.
The smell of holly lingered in the front hallway of the Malfoy Manor. Packages of holiday ornaments and Christmas decorations lay strewn haphazardly across the foyer. Bells, trinkets, and all sorts of cheerful winter merriment were provocatively displayed in nearly every nook and crevice visible to the naked eye. Even the prominently featured artifacts of dark magical value were spruced up for the holidays; some mistletoe over a two-headed skeleton, a sprig of holly wrapped delicately around the Hand of Glory.
To an innocent bystander, the scene presented here might seem typical of a young, Hogwarts graduate, preoccupied with decorating and harriedly awaiting the arrival of his beloved friends and family, anxious to see them after a long semester away at Auror training. To anyone who really knew Draco Malfoy, however, the motivation behind his flustered home preparations was immediately apparent. No fair-weather Slytherin buds, distant, psychotic relatives, or even pesky pure-blood neighbors would be making their way to Draco's house tonight. Someone much more important, much more central to Draco's being would, however, be arriving at approximately 11:30 pm; which was, as Draco noticed, only a half an hour away.
"Oh, Gods..." Draco thought, wiping the sweat off his creamy brow. "I hope Potter appreciates this...I hope he appreciates this as much as I appreciate him." He swooned, the thought of Harry being almost too much for him. He took a seat next to a sequined-thong wearing Santa Clause with a cut out of Brad Pitt's face on it. Draco rested his head against the Santa/Pitt's shoulders and began to fantasize about his dark, dreamy lover. He remembered Scarhead's unruly mane, his pretty face, his heavenly body... "My, Harry," he began to moan, fanning silvery blond hair out of his face. He closed his eyes to savor the image of Harry's tender manliness, and just as he could feel a hard on forming, he was jolted out of his reverie by a loud, confident knock on his front door. He jumped up, trying to act casual, and ran to the mirror to check his reflection.
Twelve minutes later, and extremely satisfied by what his reflection yielded, he marched up to his room and threw off his clothes in a passionate rage, stuffing himself into his leather g-string just as he heard the door bang open and an adorkable boy come through.
"Draco? Are you alright? I saw you run upstairs and I was worried you were..." but Harry's words caught in his throat, his mouth forming an attractive 'O' of surprise, for coming down the staircase was his adored Draco Malfoy in all his glory; nude except for the leather cup covering his manly bits. His face was set in a cold line of lustful fury as he sauntered sexily down the stairs towards Harry.
"Alright, Scarhead?" he whispered, his voice deep with desire. "I can't express in words how...happy," he turned misty eyes towards his scantily clad crotch, "I am to see you."
Harry followed Draco's gaze, wishing desperately that he could see the glory that lay beneath that g-string.
"D-D-Draco, I'm s-s-so HOT for...I love y.." Harry found himself doing an unintentionally accurate impression of Professor Quirrell, as Draco's unadulterated homosexuality was making it hard for him to ambulate. Abandoning all hopes of trying to form a decent line of conversation, he turned to the mirror, hoping he could perhaps seduce Draco with his boyish good looks instead. Harry tried desperately to flatten out his unruly hair, murmuring "I'm not worthy, I'M NOT WORTHY!" as his hair refused to cooperate. He soon found, however, that his mop top didn't matter as he felt Draco's warm lips pressed against his.
"Shhh, Potter. It's quite alright. I'm here now," he grabbed Harry's trembling hand and placed it against his own naked bottom. He felt Harry's breathing hitch, and took this opportunity to shove his tongue as far down harry's throat as humanly possible. Harry gasped for breath, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss as Draco ran his hands over Harry's back.
"To bed, Potter. Now." Draco whispered, suctioning his face away from Harry's for just a moment before picking up and carrying him over the threshold into his bedroom.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I will have to water down these next few chapters a bit as they are, well, a bit raunchy. I may post the non-watered down version elsewhere, and if I do I will let you know. Thank you so much for reading!
Also, to my Drinny homies I SWEAR I am actually going to update 'But I Just Wanted Pink Haired Babies!' this week. I'm a terrible updater/person and I'm mega sorry it has taken me so long but it will be done, I promise!!!! Thank you for your continued support!!