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Chapter 21 Christmas Break

Chapter 21 Christmas Break

The months passed in a haze of lust for Harry and Malfoy.

Fred and George left soon after their 'discussion' with Snape to move into their joke-shop.

Ron and Hermione were still together, and Ginny was now dating Neville Longbottom.

All to soon it was time to leave for Christmas break.

* * * * *

Malfoy and Harry's arms were around each other, their foreheads touching and their eyes closed as they spoke about their impending separation.

"It's only a little over a week, love," Malfoy whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's lips.

"Oh, Drake," he whispered in an agonized-voice, pulling him closer.

"It might as well be a thousand years…"

"Shh," he said soothingly, kissing his closed eyelids, marveling once again at the beauty of Harry's extremely long lashes. They looked like soot against his slightly-pale face.

"We still have the train ride back to London together, darling."

"So?" Harry answered sullenly, his lips forming an adorable pout, making Malfoy smile.

"I can't fuck you on the train…"

That made his smile vanish, his breath hitching in his throat.

God, could anything be as sexy as the sight of Harry standing before him with his eyes closed and saying that he wanted to fuck him?

Then his question was answered when Harry opened his eyes slowly, making Malfoy's cock jerk against his again.

Only Harry with his eyes open, looking at him as though Malfoy was his entire world, his lips pink, and parted slightly as he licked his lips.

Malfoy nearly groaned as his wet tongue slid out of his mouth to moisten his dry lips, grabbing Harry by his green and silver tie and yanking him into a fierce kiss, muttering in between gasps as their mouths met and separated, then met again.

"I told you… Not to… Tease me, Potter…"

Harry moaned into his mouth, his hands tangled in his long, beautiful, blonde hair, tugging gently on the strands of spun-silk.

"You can… Spank me… If you want… Just don't stop!!"

Then he yelped in surprise when Malfoy broke the kiss, shoving him down onto his stomach on the bed, moving his robes aside, unbuttoning and yanking down Harry's pants quickly, doing the same to his own.

Malfoy shoved himself deep into him, delivering a sharp smack to his bare-ass.

He smiled smugly as Harry cried out, shuddering beneath him and pleading for more.

"Oh, Drake, god, Drake, please, Drake!! Faster, harder!!"

"Yes," Malfoy moaned, gripping his hips tightly as he rode him hard and fast.

"Fuck, Potter, I'll be stallion to your mare anytime…"

They both came sooner then they would have liked, Malfoy pulling out of him reluctantly. They blushed as they looked at each other, replacing and straightening their clothing for the third time that day.

"I have something for you," Malfoy said hesitantly, linking their hands together.

"Well, two things, actually…"

"What's the first?" Harry asked curiously, blinking when Malfoy pulled out a box form under the bed.

The large, silk-lined kind that would usually hold a necklace and earring set.

He opened it, smiling at the total bewilderment on Harry's face.

Nestled in the green silk were two bracelets made of something that he couldn't identify, but they gleamed in the light from the many candles scattered around the room of requirement. They were both light and dark, the colors intertwining seamlessly, no sign of a flaw anywhere.

"Their made out of our braided-hair," Malfoy explained, lifting one out of the box, unhooking the silver-clasp and fastening it to Harry's outstretched left wrist,

then pressing his lips to the back of his hand.

"Their beautiful," Harry breathed. "Your beautiful…"

Malfoy smiled, holding out his left wrist now.

"Put it on me?"

Harry nodded, lifting the second bracelet out of the box with shaking hands.

He fastened it closed, turning Malfoy's hand and running his lips along his wrist, his tongue sliding out from between his lips to caress it briefly, smiling when he felt Malfoy's pulse race in response.

"How did you get my hair though?"

"It wasn't hard. You sleep like the dead, babe."

"Only 'cause you tire me out," he teased him.

"And I'd test that, but I have absolutely no desire to stop, ever.

Your mine, Potter, and I plan to be tiring you out for years to come."

"Good. What was my second present?"

Malfoy flushed slightly, looking embarrassed now.

"Well, I finally thought of a name to call you, you know, like you call me Drake…"

"Really?" "Yes." "What is it?"

He smiled, leaning closer to whisper it in Harry's ear, his soft voice almost a purr as he answered.

"You're my Dark Angel…"

Harry shivered at the sound of his lover's voice, looking dazed as Malfoy pulled back to look at his face.

"I like it, Drake…"

"As do I. Of course I shall call you DA in public.

It sounds less mind-numbingly erotic, but you shall still know what I mean."

"Yes…"

"We need to go now. It's almost time to walk down to the train."

Harry sighed, looking at Malfoy when he stood up and held out his hand.

"We will get through this, darling. Do you trust me?"

He placed his hand in Malfoy's, accepting the pull up off the bed.

"With all my heart…"

"Then trust me. When you feel like the pain is to much to bear, just think of me and stroke your bracelet. It'll help…"