Title: Christmas Wishes

Author: Larkin

Rating: R for future chapters - contains slash, if you don't like slash, that is male/male relationships do not read. Do not flame me because it is slash, you were warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry and all his friends and enemies belong to J.K.Rowling I'm just borrowing.






Chapter four - Fireside magic


Harry turned and walked back to towards the table. While they had been trying to get the door to open the table had been cleared magically. "Damn" said Harry "I was hoping for something to drink if we're stuck here". Draco looked up negligently from his contemplation of the fire and said, try the serving cart over by the window".

Harry had forgotten Dobby's instructions about the serving cart. He walked over to it and said. "I'd like some hot chocolate, please" A cup of hot chocolate appeared on the cart. "That's okay then," Harry said as he reached to pick up his cup.

Draco turned towards him, "Ask it for a bottle of brandy and a couple of glasses" he said, "make that Napoleon brandy", Harry looked at him questioningly, then turned to the cart and made his request. A largish bottle of amber liquid and two curiously shaped glasses appeared on the cart.

"Bring those over here" Draco instructed. As Harry carried them around and set them on the low table in front of the fire Draco swung his feet down off the sofa to make room for Harry to sit.

"Okay" Harry said, "What exactly is this stuff?" "It's a Muggle drink" Draco replied "According to my father the only thing that Muggle's make that's worth anything. You pour a couple of inches into the bottom of these glasses and then sip it" Draco matched his words with actions and handed one of the glasses to Harry.

Harry took a cautious sip and sputtered. The stuff burned going down, but Harry wasn't a wizard for nothing, he had consumed a number of unpleasant potions over the years so he took another sip. Less burning this time and now a pleasant warm sensation started to overtake him. Harry had noticed that Draco had also made a face when he took his first sip. "Have you ever had this before?" Harry asked. "No" Draco replied, "My father kept this locked away, said I was too young"

Harry sat back and watched the fire, really he was watching Draco out of the corner of his eye. This was becoming more difficult to handle by the minute. Draco was sprawled out on the sofa, gorgeous lengths of long lean muscle topped with that incredible silver gilt hair that Harry wanted to run his fingers through, It was taking more and more willpower on Harry's part to keep from pouncing on him. Harry suspected that the Muggle brandy was a very powerful potion. He had always known that Draco was beautiful, but watching him by the firelight as he sipped his brandy was torture. Harry's thoughts were becoming increasingly more erotic and he was having a difficult time keeping control over his actions.

Draco did not seem to be bothered by the potion. He was lying back totally relaxed. In fact he looked happier than Harry could ever remember seeing him.

Draco was happy, he had not been joking when he said there was nothing he enjoyed more than relaxing in front of a good fire. Death eaters and their families seemed to spend a lot of time in dungeons and no matter how much you heated them they always felt cold and clammy. Even upstairs in the Manor had that dungeony feel. In fact Draco's only problem was that Potter was not here out of choice. Draco wished that he and Harry were spending this Christmas Eve by the fire out of choice. He admitted to himself that what he really wanted was to reach out and touch Harry, pull him into his arms and hold him. Draco sat and reached for the brandy bottle. Just as he did Harry also reached out for the bottle, their hands touching. Harry felt an electric jolt as their hands collided. He pulled his hand back and turned to look at Draco. When their eyes met the jolt was magnified for him. He found himself starring into Draco's silver eyes. He had a pretty good idea of what Draco was seeing in his eyes, what surprised him was the hunger that he saw in Draco's.

Draco reached out his had and gently touched the side of Harry's face.