AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This was my 2018 Smutty-Claus Fic Exchange Fest (smutty-claus . livejournal . com) entry. The fest is over and reveals are out, so now I can post this for you here. This fanfic is finished. It is multiple chapters long.

Fest exchange partner: "nutmeg_44"

My prompts for the fest were: porn with plot, romance, humour, witty banter, fluff, pureblood wizarding society and its trappings, dating-before-they-knew-they-were-dating, passionate women, intelligent men, respectful relationships, Wall!sex, Table!sex, secretly seducing each other in public spaces, Male dom/not necessarily submissive female, almost getting caught, use of secondary characters, all the holiday clichés—fluff and snow and candy canes.

Thank you so much to "gjeangirl" for the massive beta help, and to the Smutty-Claus Mods for the kind extension! This is one of my favourite fests!

DISCLAIMER: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.

TIMELINE: Post-Hogwarts, EWE.

MAIN CHARACTERS FEATURED: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley

SECONDARY CHARACTERS FEATURED: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott

SUMMARY: Each Christmas brings about a new miracle for three people struggling to find their place in a non-conforming relationship that's difficult to navigate, especially with family expectations, personal anxieties, and social pressures at every turn.

RATING: Explicit (NC-17)

WARNINGS: Triad fic (M/F/M) that features bi-sexuality, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Fear of getting caught, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Anal sex, Double penetration (variety of ways), Pregnancy, Troubles with the in-laws, Family & Self-reflection, Drama-angst and Fluff. This story will be filled with delicious and naughty and completely unapologetic smut and has a happily-ever-after ending!

EXTRA NOTES: Title of the story plays on the "Twelve Days of Christmas" song.

THE TWELVE YEARS OF CHRISTMAS

By: RZZMG

YEAR ONE: THE RULES

By RON

One, keep my nosy and judgmental mother away from my personal life.

Two, never get involved with another woman. Pregnancy scares suck.

Three, never fall in love.

I wish I could say been fairly good over the years dodging and weaving my way through relationships to avoid breaking those commandments, but the truth is, I'm Gryffindor and we wear our hearts on our sleeves.

And we do everything big, but never easy.

That's just the way it is.

This Christmas sort of proved that…

~.~

INTERMISSION ONE

~.~

Pansy sank to the floor at his feet and pulled down the zipper on his trousers with a naughty smile. Ron's knees shook and with a nervous glance, he checked the door once more.

Still unlocked. Completely insecure. Anyone could walk in.

Her hand stroked over the bulge below his belt.

Ah, who the fuck cared? Nothing was more important right that moment than Parkinson's complete focus on getting him naked. Neither of them was stopping this madness, even if the entire Ministry ended up voyeurs as to what was going down in the upstairs conference room during their annual Christmas charity event.

Hell, it'd probably double the donations.

As his trousers and pants were shoved down, his cock spilled into Pansy's eager, warm hand and she wasted no time in stroking away his tension, setting his jitters at ease. As her red-painted nails scraped gently along the bottom of his shaft, Ron threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, his volume unrestrained as he fully enjoyed giving in to the seduction she'd been determinedly playing at with him for the past several weeks at the office.

He'd resisted her for as long as he could, but seeing her tonight in that dress, dancing with her and feeling her lithe, soft body pressed so tightly into his… It reminded him that there was a whole other side of the sex equation he'd been purposefully missing out on for years, mainly to avoid pregnancy scares. While spinning his co-worker around the dance floor, he'd suddenly been struck with the realization that he could have her like that, if he'd wanted, because it was what she so obviously wanted, too…and then he couldn't stop thinking about it.

It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman, the last being Hermione right after the war, and he'd realized fairly early on that women were too complicated for him to manoeuver. Not that he didn't like pussy, but it was just easier all-around with men, and so sticking to rule number two hadn't been a problem for the past five years, since he'd been single and swinging.

Then Parkinson had come to work with them in M.L.E. and she'd turned him around like a top.

Tonight, he'd been too weak to fight the attraction any longer. Her sultry perfume, the diamonds at her throat, the teasing promise of her taut nipples against the silk chiffon gown had all worked their magic too well.

It hadn't taken much more than, "let's find someplace quiet," for him to give in.

Parkinson hummed and her grey eyes laughed up at him in wicked triumph as she bent her head to the head of his cock. "Oh, hell," he hissed as her tongue darted out to lap at the pre-come that wept from the tiny slit. She licked him clean with that same sexy smile, and then engulfed him in a single swallow, taking him deep into her mouth. "Oh, fuck!" His hips rocked into the movement of her hand and mouth working simultaneously to pleasure him.

The hard, slick feel of his flesh shoving past her soft lips into the wet suction of her mouth had fire curling up his spine. He shuddered and arched into her, silently begging her to take every inch he could feed her. She hummed, and the vibration traveled up the heavily-veined shaft and sunk into his balls, making them throb. At this rate, he wouldn't last long. Getting his cock sucked was a surefire way to make him come fast, more so than being buried inside someone's arse.

The magically lit sconces on the wall reflected off the beading of Parkinson's evening gown and in the golden strands of her champagne-pale hair as she bent her head to take him to the hilt. He feathered his fingers through it, found it to be as soft as spun starlight against his broom-calloused and sun-freckled hand. Tightening his grip through the strands, he gasped and shuddered.

He was down her throat.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he withdrew, only to slowly sink back into the depths of her warm, wet mouth. "I want to come, just like this, with you looking at me. I want you to swallow every drop I give you."

She looked up at him with those silvery-grey eyes and blinked to give her consent.

Carefully, he thrust into her mouth, letting her suck him until the pressure built to a crescendo that demanded release. With a shout, spurts of hot come exploded out of him, filling her mouth. She struggled to swallow it as quickly as he put it out, but a dribble of white escaped the corner of her perfectly rouged lips.

She looked gorgeous with his come on her lips and chin. Next time, he was going to paint her with it.

With a final shudder, Ron's whole body relaxed. He sat back against the conference table, watching Pansy lick the residual stickiness of his cock, a sated cat-like smile upon both of their faces.

"My turn."

Ron glanced up, alarmed to have been caught…only to find Harry coming in and closing the door behind him.

This time, the door was locked, and the room Silenced.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Notes - Chapter One:

Song for this chapter: "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey.