Draco trudged through the snow, dragging Harry by the hand. Fortunately he knew the layout of the garden labyrinth guarded by the topiary beasts, else he would have wasted precious time; the throbbing need too tightly confined in his trousers could not wait.
"Draco, wait a second!" Harry said, his breath puffing up in the winter air as he tried to keep up with the long strides of the Slytherin. He was a bit alarmed, not that he minded the lust Draco's haste obviously evinced, but the prospect of losing his virginity made him shudder.
As the Manor brick walls loomed nearer, Harry grimaced. He didn't want his first time to happen within Draco's home, tainted as it was by the memories of the war.
Draco started walking more slowly, his shoulders shaking as the exertions of walking through thick snow finally caught up with him.
"We can't Apparate inside," he said, turning his head to smirk at Harry. "The conditions of the house arrest, you know? No one can Apparate into or out of Malfoy Manor."
He let go of Harry and leaned down, bracing his hands on his knees as he took deep breaths.
Harry was in pretty good shape due to the time spent camping during the Horcrux hunt, so while Draco got his breath back he made his way up the terraced steps. He nudged open the French windows, peering at the brightly lit parlor.
"You need to exercise more, Malfoy." Harry wiggled his eyebrows at Draco. The glint of sunlight limning his unruly hair framed him in a winter halo, while the dash of red upon his cheeks contrasted nicely with his dark clothes.
"Care to give me a workout, Potter?" Draco drawled and stepped towards Harry, his fingers briefly cupping the perfectly formed ass which was so enticingly displayed in tight trousers.
"I'll work you over until you can't sit." The gleam of lust in Harry's eyes hinted at that, Draco decided.
"Promises, promises," he said haughtily before stepping into the Manor.
Harry bit back a moan as he followed his boyfriend inside. His fingertips brushed his fringe and then his eyes widened at the display in the sparsely decorated room. The fire in the chimney crackled, its light warming the Christmas scene which consisted of a tastefully decorated tree on the corner, surrounded by a wide assortment of gaudily wrapped presents.
"Your parents coddle you much, Draco?" Harry said with a smile to take off the sting of his words. He walked towards the tree, crouching down to stare at the numerous Christmas bags from Wizarding establishments such as Twilfitt and Tatting's. Grabbing a beige bag, his fingers slid over the smooth paper which had Scrivenshaft's new logo.
Harry's attention was drawn then to a curious present which consisted of three oval boxes atop each other, diminishing in size. He let go of the bag and then gazed up at Draco, cocking his chin at the white boxes. "Reckon this is a cake, right?"
"You're wrong." Smirking down at him, Draco's hand twitched until he finally gave up to the urge and ran his fingers through Harry's tousled hair. "That is a hat Mother got for Pansy from Gladrags Wizardwear."
"Who would've thought…?" Harry trailed off when he heard the popping sound of elf apparition.
Muggy arched her eyebrows and then pointed her long fingers at Draco. "Young Master did not help decorate the tree like Mistress wanted!"
"I've told you before; I didn't feel like celebrating Christmas this year." Draco scowled at her, yet refrained from chastising the elf. He allowed her a great deal of latitude because Muggy had often been his only companion in childhood when Lucius and Narcissa travelled abroad.
"Mistress Malfoy wants Muggy to return this," she muttered as she bent down to pick up a box, and then she walked towards the door.
Harry lifted his eyebrows at Draco, who offered by way of explanation, "That gift was for Slughorn. Mother is intent on exerting her influence to pave my way through potions class. Not that I need that."
"You and Slughorn don't get along," Harry said simply.
"You could say that." Draco tugged Harry by the hand towards the staircase. "Now come with me, Potter. We have better things to do than talk about the bloody head of Slytherin who disdains his House."
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Draco pressed Harry against the wall, nibbling the skin along the strong line of his jaw while his fingers fumbled with the belt. Harry shrugged off his jacket which fell on a heap upon the wooden floor. He panted, his eyes closed while his hand snaked beneath the rough wool of Draco's robes, tugging insistently at the buttons of his shirt.
Draco shoved his knee between Harry's legs, his thigh teasingly rubbing against Harry's crotch. Gazing down at the prominent bulge, Draco's mouth watered.
Tired of struggling with the pesky buttons, Harry yanked the hem of the shirt, causing them to tumble down with a clinking sound.
"Eager much, Harry?" Draco's lips laved a path down Harry's neck, biting lightly the skin above the hollow of his shoulder.
"Don't tease me," Harry said hoarsely.
Draco jerked at the sound of knocking on the door.
"Draco, open up," said Lucius. "Your friends are here. They came to see you."
"What?" Harry said thickly while Draco leaned his forehead against his brow.
He kissed Harry's cheek and muttered a promise low under his breath, "Later."
"Draco, are you presentable?" Pansy called out from the corridor.
Draco fished out his wand from his pocket, wincing when the slim wood rubbed the shaft of his throbbing erection.
"Course he is," said a mocking voice which Draco knew well. "He's with Potter. They are probably dueling."
Draco cast a spell to erase the telling signs of their make out session, and then shrugged an apology before sauntering to the door. When the polished Slytherin mask settled into his features so smoothly, Harry doubted for a second this composed boy had been so flushed and wanton with him.
"Hush, Theo!" Pansy said sharply. "Draco wouldn't do that."
Draco softly opened the door and nodded curtly at them. "Pansy, Theo, and Father. Such a pleasure to see you two before Christmas break ends."
Pansy shot him a smile, her eyes searching avidly inside the room for any untoward signs. She jostled Theo Nott's elbow and then glanced at Draco. "Theo was visiting with me when I got your father's owl inviting us. Couldn't miss the chance to see how you were doing."
Theo grabbed her wrist. "You've seen him, Pansy, now let's go."
"So nice of you, Father." Draco lifted his eyebrows at Lucius, who was busy scowling at Harry. "Let's have tea in the parlor."
Harry was in a bit of a daze, but he couldn't help but note Lucius was not as haggard as he had been during the Wizengamot trials. The older Malfoy appeared to be winning back his poise, judging from the sneer he directed at Harry.
"An excellent idea, son," Lucius drawled. "Potter can join us, I suppose."
Harry walked out of the room after Draco, too busy glaring at Lucius to remember his discarded jacket.
The sounds of their footsteps had receded in the distance when Muggy Apparated into the room.
The house-elf scowled at the unkempt state of her young master's room, and bent down to pick up Harry's woolen jacket. The silver ornament on the lapel caught her attention when she noticed the bright flashing light pulsing out of the red gemstone.
"Master Draco must've gotten this from Wheezy's brothers," the elf muttered.
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