TENTH DAY: Ten Ugly Sweaters

"Just pick one and wear it," Harry said warmly, hugging Draco.

Ever since the two Slytherins had commandeered Harry's heart, Molly Weasley included them in her Christmas list. This meant that for five years they'd been on the receiving end of a true crime of fashion...her handmade sweaters. That was ten hideous jumpers between the two of them.

Draco didn't bother counting all of Harry's. The man usually wore the one he had received the year before to the Weasley dinner. Severus just wore whatever Harry told him to wear. Draco was far pickier.

"At least everyone has to endure this offense at the same moment," Draco sighed, choosing the last year's. It was grey with a small silver D on the left breast. He pulled it on, crinkling his nose at the scratchy material.

Severus entered, his hands in his pockets. What was Molly on last year when she made his? It was...cute. It was all black except one wide stripe around his stomach. Only it wasn't a stripe...it was a green snake, biting its own tail at Sev's left rib.

Harry pulled away from Draco to kiss Severus in appreciation. "How long must I wear this reputation killer of a jumper?" Severus asked softly.

"I concur," Draco groaned. "It's not even cotton...I think it's rather synthetic."

Harry was one step ahead of them today, he grinned wickedly. Severus studied the youngest in intrigue. "I've come up with a plan to hopefully encourage you to be not only be cordial, but sociable as well at dinner this evening."

"Oh pray tell, what is your plan?" Severus inquired, Draco's attention caught fully now.

"Well...first of all I'm not wearing any underwear."

"Interesting, not much of an incentive," Draco said.

"And I have...an implement, up my arse," Harry smiled sweetly.

"Distracting, but how-"

"It vibrates every time you speak to someone other than one of us. I challenge you to converse so often I can't open my mouth without moaning," Harry purred smugly at the two aroused faces before him.

"Well played, Kitten," Draco grinned.

"Oh yes, I'm so looking forward to this evening's festivities in my ridiculous jumper," Severus stated warmly.

"Shall we?" Harry beamed.

Severus was shocking everyone and Draco was a close second. The two had apparently come to the decision to be...polite. And they were even forthcoming. Harry, however, seemed quite distracted.

"Harry, dear?" Molly asked.

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, shaking his head. "Sorry, what?" He bit his lip to control the shudder of arousal that swept over him.

"Are you well?"

Harry was embarrassed now. He would have to give half-truths because he couldn't lie to Molly. "I think you can appreciate my state Molly. When you were pregnant...did you ever get inconsolably turned on at the mere sight of Arthur?"

"Oh yes...especially the first time..." She froze in realization. "Oh Merlin! Are you?"

Harry nodded. "But they don't know. I wanted to wait for Christmas morning to tell them."

"Of course," she lowered her voice. "How far along?"

"Two and a half months. At any rate...if you were aroused with one husband, imagine my distraction with two."

"Oh...poor boy," she chuckled knowingly as she hugged him. "But I would think Draco has some clue..."

"Molly. I ate your entire case of biscuits yesterday and he thinks I just got hungry after a bit of the flu. The man is oblivious! Severus, I think, is suspicious," Harry explained, hitching his breath as another vibration hit his prostate.

Molly snorted. "Shall I send you more cookies then?"

"Please do. They're bloody good."

Those bastards! Harry desperately regretted ever setting such a challenge before two Slytherins. During dinner, they were fucking chatterboxes! But just as he was about to reach a silent orgasm, they'd suddenly have nothing to say. Those cunning, dominant, sexy bastards!

No sooner was he through their floo, than he had his clothes off. He was immediately sandwiched between his two men. They made quick work of his overly aroused state, preluding two hours of hard, fast lovemaking.

Harry lay boneless on his stomach, a smile plastered on his face as he watched Severus and Draco make love together. They rarely did that anymore. Harry like watching them. As Draco collapsed underneath Sev, both panting in euphoria, Harry stole a kiss. "You know...if we have babies she'll stop making us sweaters and turn her attention to the children."

Draco and Severus rolled onto their backs, still trying to catch some air. "We're having a baby," they stated in unison.

"Day after Christmas, I'll get the fertility potions and we'll get started trying," Draco continued.

Harry sighed happily as he cast a cleansing charm. It was Severus in the middle tonight, holding both of his spouses to his chest. "One more day to Christmas," Severus yawned.

It was almost unbearable to keep track of every secret in the room. And Severus was the one who knew them all...