Title: Not Quite Cold, But Definitely Hot

Characters: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17? (I'm not really sure, but just in case.)

Summary: Harry and Draco are not cold... anymore.

Prompt: adventdrabbles prompt #19 Yule Log

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: ~500

A/N: Continuation of Still No Warmth

Harry had to admit that Malfoy was right. They were getting a lot warmer a lot faster. In fact, Harry thought they were getting hot, too bloody hot. So hot, that he and Malfoy both had begun to shed their layers of clothes, though that might have had something to do with the hardness between their legs.

Malfoy plundered Harry's mouth with his tongue, leaving nowhere untouched, and Harry reckoned getting their pants off was not going to happen with the way they were pressed together or the way his legs were locked around the blonde. He rut against Malfoy and he moaned into the man's mouth as he was met thrust for thrust.

When they slowed down to grind against one another Harry felt Malfoy slip a hand between them. The blonde pulled them both free of their pants and Harry gasped at the feeling of flesh against flesh. Malfoy gripped them both and they began to buck once more, hard and fast, and then harder and faster, as hard as their bodies would allow and as fast as they could manage.

Harry scrabbled at Malfoy's back and arched, he pulled the blonde down and pressed their lips together, their mouths, so that he could moan into the man as he spilled between them. Malfoy snogged him and held him and bucked and bucked and bucked and peaked, tensing and milking them both and letting out short moans into Harry's mouth.

Sometime after they caught their breaths, Malfoy lying beside him, Harry shivered. The cold was creeping up on him again. He rolled towards the blonde and they automatically tangled themselves together before pulling the blanket over themselves. Malfoy sighed and nuzzled Harry's neck as he pulled him closer.

"Did you just... snuggle me?" Harry asked quietly.

"Shut it, Potter," Malfoy said into his neck. "You're pleasantly warm."

"I can't believe we're still doing this," he muttered.

"You know, it's so close to Christmas hols that I reckon we could get away with putting a Yule Log in here. It'll help with the cold and then we won't need to cling to one another for heat if you're that bothered," Malfoy suggested. "Put up safety charms so it won't-"

"It won't be warm enough," Harry muttered.

"We haven't even tried it," Malfoy pointed out.

"It's too cold in here for it to-"

"You just want us to shag, don't you?" Malfoy asked, lifting his head.

"Wh- No, I don't," Harry sputtered. "I mean it was... well-"

"I reckon we can try the log idea and still shag..." Malfoy said.

"... Who said I want to shag?" Harry asked.

"Well, I know it's not myself I feel twitching under the blanket," Malfoy said, sliding his hand down Harry's body. "Another round?"

"We aren't cold anymore," Harry pointed out, rolling on top of the blonde.

"I know," Malfoy smirked, as he spread his legs. "But we were getting cold."

"Well, I reckon the extra heat won't hurt," Harry said, leaning forwards to claim the man's lips.

They never really did get cold that night.