Hello! Thanks for everyone's support for my stories!! (:
Here's a Christmas fic posted early, because I'll be busy.
Package includes one kitten, and possible fluffiness.
Enjoy!
"Draco! Come on, it's Christmas! Wake up!" Harry urged, pouting his oh-so-very kissable lips in a bid to get Draco to get up. Draco had to see what Harry had gotten him for Christmas! The Boy Who Lived was sure that his boyfriend would love it. It was too cute! Anyway. Back to the current situation, where Harry was trying to get the tired blond to wake up from his snooze.
"Harry, mmm, go away! I'm tired. Last night nearly did me in." Draco said sleepily, flinging a pillow at Harry with more aim than force. Christmas Eve had seen five rounds of the Draco Malfoy Fuckathon, and he was soooo tired. Who knew that Potter was that insatiable? Draco growled as Harry blew in his ear, and rolled over.
"Okay, I'll bring it up, then, Draco. You'll like it, I'm sure." Draco heard Harry's footsteps fading away as he went downstairs. This was their first Christmas together, because the higher beings from the past few years had found it entertaining to send Potter on Unspeakable missions during the twentieth to twenty-eighth of December. Bastards. And besides, he wasn't really curious to see what Potter had for him, thank you very much. He was too predictable. Last year, Harry had gotten him breakfast in bed, which consisted of burnt toast and freshly (read: messily) squeezed orange juice and black, charcoal-like eggs that stuck to the pan and refused to budge. But it was sweet, nevertheless.
"Here, Draco!" The blond was interrupted out of his reverie by Harry Potter, who was holding a bundle of black fur in his arms. A kitten. A kitten with an X-shaped patch of white fur on its otherwise ebony black being. "Meow?" It enquired, jumping out of Harry's arms and tumbling into Draco's exposed torso. It looked up innocently, trying to pretend that it hadn't just done a somersault right into the blond's arms. Draco could just feel a laugh coming on. It was such a sweet and innocent kitten. Except for the fact it might be a cunning and scheming panther inside. That'd be a kitten after his own heart. Metaphorically.
"It is cute…" Harry watched as his boyfriend summoned a string out of nowhere and tied a knot at the end and entertained the kitten. He inwardly laughed. He knew that Draco wasn't too keen on his presents…last year was a disaster but it had led to sex. Hopefully this kitten would lead to sex with Draco again…
"You wish, Potter." Draco had seen the warning sex-starved signs all over that pervert's face. The kitten was looking at them curiously with its pupils large in the darkened room.
"I don't have to wish for it, Malfoy." The kitten got the feeling that it wouldn't be getting anymore attention, so it padded out of the room and headed downstairs. It could swear that it saw a can of tuna on the kitchen counter…
HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM
"Mmm, I can't believe we spent another Christmas like this, Potter," Draco laughed a little hoarsely after all that screaming. Harry nodded. Who could blame him for the lack of energy, after all that just happened in the bedroom.
"Merry Christmas, Harry," Draco said softly hugging The Boy Who Lived tightly. Harry smiled into the sheets as he returned the hug.
He liked Christmas celebratory sex.
Sorry if it's abrupt! Haha. Merry Christmas everyone!