Story title: Just a kiss?
Author: RandomBabbling
Chapter: 2 'Sex toys, illicit snowmen, but it's still fluff, damn you!'
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and some sweet sweet Slash!
Homophobes, turn round and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Pairings: Harry/Draco (YAY 4 HP/DM!)
*A/N* I don't own them so don't sue! If ya even try, I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This chapter is dedicated to Wow, because of that great effort in the reviews..26,216 words...divide that by 4 and you'll get the number of times she/he wrote 'Draco Malfoy is God' in it...
I would, but my calculator doesn't have a divide button..It fell off..
Hang on.
*finds calculator* Ah.6531.5!
She/he wrote it 6531.5 times!!! Hang on....how the hell does the '.5' bit work?!
D'oh...headache....
Anyways, just so you know, I plan to have someone say "You're babbling, love/dear/you git." to Draco at least once in EVERY chapter. I'm up for your challege, Mike! BWAAHAHAHAA!!!
Whose Mike you ask? Ummm...I dunno...*looks around nervously*
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Chapter 2: 'Sex toys, illicit snowmen, but it's still fluff, damn you!'
***
Time past amazingly quickly for The-Boy-Who-Lived (Officially re-named as: The-Boy-Who-was-Damn-Good-in-Bed), and in virtually no time at all, it was Christmas.
The once green grounds of Hogwarts were now covered in a sparkling white blanket of fresh snow, marred only by the footprints of the two young lovers.
Also dotted around the grounds were several snowmen set in rather illicit positions, most with extra carrots in rude places, accompanied by footprints that clearly didn't belong to a student.
"Heeheehee...no one will ever guess my secret snow-porn hobby! Bwaahahahaaa!" Professor Dumbledore cackled as he walked around the grounds with a handful of carrots hidden in his beard.
But, alas, that too is another story. We're here to read about the slashy adventures of Harry and Draco, aren't you?
Oh? Well bog off then!
*Cough* Ahem, anyway, as I was saying...
Harry and Draco were, believe it not, very much in love by the time Christmas rolled around. They spent most of their time taking romantic walks around the grounds, spying on the antics of Prof. Dumbledore as he continued to provide good evidence that he was well and truly off his trolley, and just basically messing about, the way Soulmates generally do.
Of course, there were other...ummm...'activities'...but they shall remain unmentioned, seeing as I do want to keep this as a bit of Slashy fluff.
***
25th Dec. 6:57am
Harry awoke early on Christmas morning, to the sound of wrapping paper being shredded, and the more pleasant - although infinitely more disturbing - sound of Draco humming some sort of Christmas carol. Harry couldn't tell which one it was, so satisfied himself with the thought that it was probably some wizard song that muggles wouldn't know about.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking once or twice to clear the sleep away, and reached for his glasses.
The world came into focus as he put them on, and he smiled as his gaze fell upon the angelic form of his boyfriend, strips of bright green wrapping paper lying in a circle around him like a strange messy sort of nest.
"Hey, Drake...Why didn't you wait for me before you started opening your presents?" He asked, looking disappointed.
Draco looked up, his Silver eyes meeting Harry's Emerald ones. "Oh, sorry, Harry, I just had to unwrap the ones from my parents first, in case my dad sent me some more dark-arts stuff. I didn't want you to see it."
Harry smiled. Draco had already explained his extreme hatred of You-Know-Who and the Dark-arts, and his father.
"It's OK, Drakkie, I don't care what that git got you, as long as you didn't ask for it." He reassured him.
Draco laughed softly at the nick-name, and the fact that Harry had called his father a git. "Thanks, Harry."
Harry sat up and tried to get a glimpse of what was underneath the wrapping paper. "What did you get, anyway?"
Draco sighed. "Nothing very interesting. Father just sent me some dark spell book full of curses, and Mother...She got me...Umm..."
He paused, looking embarrassed.
Harry got up, "What? It can't be that embarrassing can it?"
He nodded. "Yes it can, and it is."
"Well show me then!"
"No."
Harry grinned at Draco's stubbornness, then jumped on him.
"Whoa-!" He cried as Harry playfully knocked him to the floor, pinning him down, "Harry! Get off me!"
"Not until you show me what you got for Christmas." He said simply, planting a trail of soft kisses all over Draco's neck.
He shivered. "Stop it, Harry, that tickles!"
Harry's grin grew wider. "Oh, really?"
Draco's eyes widened slightly. He really didn't like the evil look on Harry's face.
"You wouldn't dare." He said, although it came out sounding more like a question.
Harry grinned again. "Oh, wouldn't I?"
And so began the almighty tickle-fight.
Cries of "Aaaaahhh! Stop it!" and "Ooh! That hurt!" rapidly filled the air, accompanied by high-pitched screaming and hysterical laughter.
Harry was clearly winning, seeing as Draco had more ticklish places than Harry, and the fact that he was on top.
"Alright! Alright, I give up! Get off! AAAHHH!!!" Draco screamed after several minutes of torture.
Harry giggled, and calmly let him go. "I love it when you scream like that." He said sweetly.
Draco scowled. "I really..." *gasp* "...REALLY..." *gasp* "...Hate you."
"Yeah right." Harry replied, smirking, "If you really hated me that much, then why did you just spend the night in MY dorm in MY bed when you clearly have your own down in the dungeons, hmm?"
Draco pouted in responce, and flashed his lover a dazzling grin, "Well I didn't want to be the only person in the school who hasn't got into your pants yet."
His comment received the desired effect as Harry's jaw dropped, nearly hitting the floor.
Draco smirked seductively as Harry's face turned an interesting shade of red. Whether from embarrassment or anger, he couldn't quite tell.
"That is so not true!" Harry protested, finally finding his voice after several moments of making strange noises similar to a small animal being strangled.
He paused to smirk, matching Draco's expression. "I still haven't got in Neville's yet."
Draco made a disgusted face. "Eurck...Why the hell would you even want to? Eewww, that gave me an extremely bad image. I really hope you're joking. That's just so-"
"You're babbling, love."
"Shutting up."
***
25th Dec. 7: 20am
***
After several more minutes of exchanging playful insults and kisses, they once again remembered that it was, in fact, Christmas, and there were, in fact, presents to unwrap.
The two lovers dressed themselves and made their way down to the common room, sitting down on the floor (near the fire, it was blooming freezing down there!) beside the huge Christmas tree, and nervously exchanged their presents, both hoping they bought the right gift and hadn't screwed up completely.
Harry hadn't had a clue what to get for Draco, seeing as he still knew little - if anything - about the real person lurking behind the cartoonishly villainous character he played in the school hours, so had settled for something that anyone could enjoy, no matter what personality they had.
This mystery product was, of course, sex toys. ^_^
"Go on, Drake, open it." Harry encouraged him as he picked up the smallish rectangular package, wrapped in shiny red paper.
Draco eagerly ripped off the paper, and a small black case with Silver lettering on it fell into his lap. He read it aloud and gasped.
"Madam Whiplash's Sexy Silver Handcuffs!" He gasped, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on Harry's cheek, "Oh, Harry, how did you know I've always wanted a pair of these?"
Harry sighed in relief. It had been a lucky guess, really.
They'd been the first thing he'd seen when he entered the seedy-looking shop in the Hogsmeade backstreets, and he really didn't want to hang around. He'd had to wear a ridiculous hat to conceal his scar, he didn't want anyone recognising him and blabbing to the Daily Profet.
The reporters would have a field day on that one. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, spending his free time in a sleazy sex-shop, just as Christmas was coming round...
He dreaded to think what Mrs. Weasley would have thought if she'd read it.
Luckily though, no one recognised him. Or at least, if they had, they hadn't gone to the press yet.
"Well...err.." Harry scratched his head, "I just knew."
Draco didn't exactly buy that explanation, but didn't push the subject. "Say, how about we test these out later?"
"Sounds good to me."
***
Dec 25th. 7:30am.
***
"Oh, is that one mine?" Harry pointed to a large parcel wrapped in green and silver paper.
"Yeah...Sorry if you don't like it, I thought I should get you something that would be useful, so it wouldn't just end up in some dusty attic or whatever..." Draco murmered quietly, looking almost embarrassed.
"Oh, Drakkie, nothing you'd give to me would ever end up in a dusty attic. I wouldn't let it out of my sight!" Harry replied, kissing his lover softly on the tip of his nose.
"Really? You haven't even seen it yet!"
"Well I know how to sort that little problem out..."
Harry quickly ripped off the paper, revealing a white cardboard box with the logo of a Wizard fashion store stamped on it. Harry knew from experience that it was an extremely expensive store. He lifted the lid nervously, and pushed aside the layers of white tissue paper concealing his present.
"Oh, Draco..." Harry whispered as he laid eyes on what was hidden beneath the elegant packaging, "...It's beautiful..."
Inside the box, was a beautiful pure white sweater, with a matching scarf and gloves. Harry wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he was sure there was something in the material that was making it sparkle slightly, making it look like freshly fallen snow, although probably warmer and less likely to melt.
Harry gently lifted the sweater out of the box so carefully you'd have thought it was made of glass. He gasped again as he felt how soft the material was against his fingers.
"Oh gods, it's Cashmere too!"
Draco was blushing ever so slightly by now. "I thought you could do with something that was actually in fashion. I've seen the things in your wardrobe...Some of your outfits are absolutely atrocious! Cashmere is in this season."
(AN; Is it? I have no idea, I'm just guessing.)
Harry looked up from studying his perfect gift, "What? Are you saying I have bad taste in fashion?"
"No," Draco replied, "I'm saying you have NO taste in fashion."
"Oh...OK..." Harry began, "-Hey, wait a minute...!"
Draco giggled. "A little slow on the uptake, Potter?"
"Oh stop that, *Draco*, you haven't called me that in weeks!"
"Sorry, it's a habit."
Harry smiled gently, and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco in a loving embrace. "It's perfect, Drake, the best present ever."
"I know you don't really mean that, but I like it anyway." Draco replied, muffled slightly by the fact that Harry's shoulder was in the way.
He let Harry hold him for a moment, then pulled away from him and smiled seductively.
"So...Why don't we try out those Handcuffs you got me, hmm?"
"OK!"
~TBC~
And this is the part where I pull a pretty velvet curtain around this..ummm...interesting...scene so I can keep calling this stuff fluff. Heehee. Stuff. Fluff. Lol, that rhymes...*sucks thumb*
Soz this is so short, but I thought I'd write you a lil' something to keep you interested until the real chapter is written.
Anyway, there will be more to come, this was supposed to be the final chapter, but I never got around to the bit I was thinking of in the first place! This whole chapter is actually the 'one paragraph' of nonsense that was supposed to fill up the gap leading to the interesting part.
Wow. I talk too much ;)
Oh, and has anyone got any suggestions for something embarrasing for what Draco's mom got him? I forgot my original idea and 'it' might make an appearance in the next chapter....
Draco: *holds package against his chest* NO! I won't let you see it! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *runs screaming from the room holding the present over his head*
Author: RandomBabbling
Chapter: 2 'Sex toys, illicit snowmen, but it's still fluff, damn you!'
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and some sweet sweet Slash!
Homophobes, turn round and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Pairings: Harry/Draco (YAY 4 HP/DM!)
*A/N* I don't own them so don't sue! If ya even try, I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This chapter is dedicated to Wow, because of that great effort in the reviews..26,216 words...divide that by 4 and you'll get the number of times she/he wrote 'Draco Malfoy is God' in it...
I would, but my calculator doesn't have a divide button..It fell off..
Hang on.
*finds calculator* Ah.6531.5!
She/he wrote it 6531.5 times!!! Hang on....how the hell does the '.5' bit work?!
D'oh...headache....
Anyways, just so you know, I plan to have someone say "You're babbling, love/dear/you git." to Draco at least once in EVERY chapter. I'm up for your challege, Mike! BWAAHAHAHAA!!!
Whose Mike you ask? Ummm...I dunno...*looks around nervously*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2: 'Sex toys, illicit snowmen, but it's still fluff, damn you!'
***
Time past amazingly quickly for The-Boy-Who-Lived (Officially re-named as: The-Boy-Who-was-Damn-Good-in-Bed), and in virtually no time at all, it was Christmas.
The once green grounds of Hogwarts were now covered in a sparkling white blanket of fresh snow, marred only by the footprints of the two young lovers.
Also dotted around the grounds were several snowmen set in rather illicit positions, most with extra carrots in rude places, accompanied by footprints that clearly didn't belong to a student.
"Heeheehee...no one will ever guess my secret snow-porn hobby! Bwaahahahaaa!" Professor Dumbledore cackled as he walked around the grounds with a handful of carrots hidden in his beard.
But, alas, that too is another story. We're here to read about the slashy adventures of Harry and Draco, aren't you?
Oh? Well bog off then!
*Cough* Ahem, anyway, as I was saying...
Harry and Draco were, believe it not, very much in love by the time Christmas rolled around. They spent most of their time taking romantic walks around the grounds, spying on the antics of Prof. Dumbledore as he continued to provide good evidence that he was well and truly off his trolley, and just basically messing about, the way Soulmates generally do.
Of course, there were other...ummm...'activities'...but they shall remain unmentioned, seeing as I do want to keep this as a bit of Slashy fluff.
***
25th Dec. 6:57am
Harry awoke early on Christmas morning, to the sound of wrapping paper being shredded, and the more pleasant - although infinitely more disturbing - sound of Draco humming some sort of Christmas carol. Harry couldn't tell which one it was, so satisfied himself with the thought that it was probably some wizard song that muggles wouldn't know about.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking once or twice to clear the sleep away, and reached for his glasses.
The world came into focus as he put them on, and he smiled as his gaze fell upon the angelic form of his boyfriend, strips of bright green wrapping paper lying in a circle around him like a strange messy sort of nest.
"Hey, Drake...Why didn't you wait for me before you started opening your presents?" He asked, looking disappointed.
Draco looked up, his Silver eyes meeting Harry's Emerald ones. "Oh, sorry, Harry, I just had to unwrap the ones from my parents first, in case my dad sent me some more dark-arts stuff. I didn't want you to see it."
Harry smiled. Draco had already explained his extreme hatred of You-Know-Who and the Dark-arts, and his father.
"It's OK, Drakkie, I don't care what that git got you, as long as you didn't ask for it." He reassured him.
Draco laughed softly at the nick-name, and the fact that Harry had called his father a git. "Thanks, Harry."
Harry sat up and tried to get a glimpse of what was underneath the wrapping paper. "What did you get, anyway?"
Draco sighed. "Nothing very interesting. Father just sent me some dark spell book full of curses, and Mother...She got me...Umm..."
He paused, looking embarrassed.
Harry got up, "What? It can't be that embarrassing can it?"
He nodded. "Yes it can, and it is."
"Well show me then!"
"No."
Harry grinned at Draco's stubbornness, then jumped on him.
"Whoa-!" He cried as Harry playfully knocked him to the floor, pinning him down, "Harry! Get off me!"
"Not until you show me what you got for Christmas." He said simply, planting a trail of soft kisses all over Draco's neck.
He shivered. "Stop it, Harry, that tickles!"
Harry's grin grew wider. "Oh, really?"
Draco's eyes widened slightly. He really didn't like the evil look on Harry's face.
"You wouldn't dare." He said, although it came out sounding more like a question.
Harry grinned again. "Oh, wouldn't I?"
And so began the almighty tickle-fight.
Cries of "Aaaaahhh! Stop it!" and "Ooh! That hurt!" rapidly filled the air, accompanied by high-pitched screaming and hysterical laughter.
Harry was clearly winning, seeing as Draco had more ticklish places than Harry, and the fact that he was on top.
"Alright! Alright, I give up! Get off! AAAHHH!!!" Draco screamed after several minutes of torture.
Harry giggled, and calmly let him go. "I love it when you scream like that." He said sweetly.
Draco scowled. "I really..." *gasp* "...REALLY..." *gasp* "...Hate you."
"Yeah right." Harry replied, smirking, "If you really hated me that much, then why did you just spend the night in MY dorm in MY bed when you clearly have your own down in the dungeons, hmm?"
Draco pouted in responce, and flashed his lover a dazzling grin, "Well I didn't want to be the only person in the school who hasn't got into your pants yet."
His comment received the desired effect as Harry's jaw dropped, nearly hitting the floor.
Draco smirked seductively as Harry's face turned an interesting shade of red. Whether from embarrassment or anger, he couldn't quite tell.
"That is so not true!" Harry protested, finally finding his voice after several moments of making strange noises similar to a small animal being strangled.
He paused to smirk, matching Draco's expression. "I still haven't got in Neville's yet."
Draco made a disgusted face. "Eurck...Why the hell would you even want to? Eewww, that gave me an extremely bad image. I really hope you're joking. That's just so-"
"You're babbling, love."
"Shutting up."
***
25th Dec. 7: 20am
***
After several more minutes of exchanging playful insults and kisses, they once again remembered that it was, in fact, Christmas, and there were, in fact, presents to unwrap.
The two lovers dressed themselves and made their way down to the common room, sitting down on the floor (near the fire, it was blooming freezing down there!) beside the huge Christmas tree, and nervously exchanged their presents, both hoping they bought the right gift and hadn't screwed up completely.
Harry hadn't had a clue what to get for Draco, seeing as he still knew little - if anything - about the real person lurking behind the cartoonishly villainous character he played in the school hours, so had settled for something that anyone could enjoy, no matter what personality they had.
This mystery product was, of course, sex toys. ^_^
"Go on, Drake, open it." Harry encouraged him as he picked up the smallish rectangular package, wrapped in shiny red paper.
Draco eagerly ripped off the paper, and a small black case with Silver lettering on it fell into his lap. He read it aloud and gasped.
"Madam Whiplash's Sexy Silver Handcuffs!" He gasped, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on Harry's cheek, "Oh, Harry, how did you know I've always wanted a pair of these?"
Harry sighed in relief. It had been a lucky guess, really.
They'd been the first thing he'd seen when he entered the seedy-looking shop in the Hogsmeade backstreets, and he really didn't want to hang around. He'd had to wear a ridiculous hat to conceal his scar, he didn't want anyone recognising him and blabbing to the Daily Profet.
The reporters would have a field day on that one. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, spending his free time in a sleazy sex-shop, just as Christmas was coming round...
He dreaded to think what Mrs. Weasley would have thought if she'd read it.
Luckily though, no one recognised him. Or at least, if they had, they hadn't gone to the press yet.
"Well...err.." Harry scratched his head, "I just knew."
Draco didn't exactly buy that explanation, but didn't push the subject. "Say, how about we test these out later?"
"Sounds good to me."
***
Dec 25th. 7:30am.
***
"Oh, is that one mine?" Harry pointed to a large parcel wrapped in green and silver paper.
"Yeah...Sorry if you don't like it, I thought I should get you something that would be useful, so it wouldn't just end up in some dusty attic or whatever..." Draco murmered quietly, looking almost embarrassed.
"Oh, Drakkie, nothing you'd give to me would ever end up in a dusty attic. I wouldn't let it out of my sight!" Harry replied, kissing his lover softly on the tip of his nose.
"Really? You haven't even seen it yet!"
"Well I know how to sort that little problem out..."
Harry quickly ripped off the paper, revealing a white cardboard box with the logo of a Wizard fashion store stamped on it. Harry knew from experience that it was an extremely expensive store. He lifted the lid nervously, and pushed aside the layers of white tissue paper concealing his present.
"Oh, Draco..." Harry whispered as he laid eyes on what was hidden beneath the elegant packaging, "...It's beautiful..."
Inside the box, was a beautiful pure white sweater, with a matching scarf and gloves. Harry wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he was sure there was something in the material that was making it sparkle slightly, making it look like freshly fallen snow, although probably warmer and less likely to melt.
Harry gently lifted the sweater out of the box so carefully you'd have thought it was made of glass. He gasped again as he felt how soft the material was against his fingers.
"Oh gods, it's Cashmere too!"
Draco was blushing ever so slightly by now. "I thought you could do with something that was actually in fashion. I've seen the things in your wardrobe...Some of your outfits are absolutely atrocious! Cashmere is in this season."
(AN; Is it? I have no idea, I'm just guessing.)
Harry looked up from studying his perfect gift, "What? Are you saying I have bad taste in fashion?"
"No," Draco replied, "I'm saying you have NO taste in fashion."
"Oh...OK..." Harry began, "-Hey, wait a minute...!"
Draco giggled. "A little slow on the uptake, Potter?"
"Oh stop that, *Draco*, you haven't called me that in weeks!"
"Sorry, it's a habit."
Harry smiled gently, and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco in a loving embrace. "It's perfect, Drake, the best present ever."
"I know you don't really mean that, but I like it anyway." Draco replied, muffled slightly by the fact that Harry's shoulder was in the way.
He let Harry hold him for a moment, then pulled away from him and smiled seductively.
"So...Why don't we try out those Handcuffs you got me, hmm?"
"OK!"
~TBC~
And this is the part where I pull a pretty velvet curtain around this..ummm...interesting...scene so I can keep calling this stuff fluff. Heehee. Stuff. Fluff. Lol, that rhymes...*sucks thumb*
Soz this is so short, but I thought I'd write you a lil' something to keep you interested until the real chapter is written.
Anyway, there will be more to come, this was supposed to be the final chapter, but I never got around to the bit I was thinking of in the first place! This whole chapter is actually the 'one paragraph' of nonsense that was supposed to fill up the gap leading to the interesting part.
Wow. I talk too much ;)
Oh, and has anyone got any suggestions for something embarrasing for what Draco's mom got him? I forgot my original idea and 'it' might make an appearance in the next chapter....
Draco: *holds package against his chest* NO! I won't let you see it! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *runs screaming from the room holding the present over his head*