Aha! The (long awaited?) 25th chapter, which covers Thursday and Friday!
Yay!
Harry awoke, feeling more rested than he had for a few days. He grinned happily, and shook Draco awake. Or at least tried to, but it appeared Draco was somewhat of a heavy sleeper.
So Harry got up and got dressed before waking up Ron, and then ATTEMPTING to wake up Draco again. 'Really, how much sleep does he need?'
It was a losing battle, so Harry and Ron decided to let Draco sleep and go down to breakfast with Hermione.
Sometime during their toast and jam, Draco appeared at the table, and promptly sat down on Harry. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he said.
"It's not like I didn't try, believe me," Harry said, trying to push Draco off, and failing. Finally, he sat back and sighed in defeat as Draco ate his toast.
Hermione gave Harry a new piece of toast as she said, "Herbology first thing, so I hope you're ready."
"Better than potions," Harry replied. "Actually, I'm just not looking forward to this ending."
"Seriously?" Asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I mean, I do NOT want to go back to the Dursleys . . . a whole month before school starts. . . ." Harry explained, "See, I don't love school, but it's WAY better than the Dursleys."
"I'll bet," agreed Ron. "But, you only have to stay there two weeks!"
"Only two?" asked Harry, puzzled.
"Yeah," Ron said, "My dad got tickets to the Quidditch world cup - he owled me yesterday - and you can come and stay to see it!"
"That's great!" Harry said happily. "So, you, me, Hermione . . . ?"
"Well, my dad didn't get any for Draco," Ron said a bit hesitantly. "Although you're still able to stay over. . ."
Draco nodded, "Don't worry; I've got tickets of my own."
"Great," Harry said, "Than I only have to stay at the Dursleys for two weeks! Yes!"
"It's a good think we'll be seeing each other in two weeks," Draco added, "Seeing as if it were any longer I'd have to come visit you at your aunts and uncles house."
"Somehow I don't think they'd be that enthusiastic about it," Harry agreed. He pictured trying to explain to aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon why he had a boy come home with him from Hogwarts, and that Draco wasn't just any boy, but his boyfriend. The idea made him shudder.
"C'mon, time for Herbology!" Hermione told them, and they took off at a run as not to be late to the greenhouses.
~~~
Friday, all Harry could think about (well, besides Draco and the Quidditch world cup) was the Quidditch match that would be held tomorrow. Winning it would mean he was safe from total embarrassment in front of all the teachers, and losing it would mean total embarrassment in front of all the teachers.
Which, of course, was not a good thing.
Being in the dim darkness of the Divination classroom made him concentrate on anything BUT divination.
"And people with dark hair are in danger of falling off their brooms on Saturday," Professor Trelawney was saying, but Harry didn't really care because chances were, she was just saying that.
Just before class let out, Professor Trelawney was throwing out her usual last-minute predictions. Harry still wasn't really paying attention. 'Well, Draco is pretty good at flying . . . however, his speed isn't as good, so maybe I could outdive him. . . but only if the Snitch is . . .'
"Harry! Harry!"
He heard his name being called, so he shook himself out of his thoughts, and looked around. Almost everyone was gone from the classroom; the bell had rung. Professor Trelawney was tidying up the classroom, and as Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron prepared to leave, she came up to them.
"You looked preoccupied all lesson," she said to Harry, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "What are you worried about? Not everything ends up good, you know," she said, quietly, as if she was revealing important information to him.
"Yeah. Right." Harry grabbed his books, and was about to leave.
"This summer, you will get a surprise," she whispered to him. "A visit when you least expect it, leading to much complications." Harry wanted to say 'whatever' but did not, and let Professor Trelawney finish. In a barely audible voice, she added, "Even if everything doesn't work out, you'll become stronger from it."
"Right then," said Harry, hoping that Professor Trelawney would mistake his skeptical gaze as a puzzled looking; as if he was trying to get the deeper meaning behind her prediction.
She gave him a satisfied grin, and he supposed that mean she was satisfied, so he turned to Ron, Hermione, and Draco, and the four of them got out as fast as they could without running.
"She's a professional nutcase, I swear," Ron said, and then mimicked her dramatic whisper, "You're going to get a surprise visit, Harry, and, surprise, you're going to die!" In his normal voice, he said, "Does she EVER get bored of predicting your death?"
"Well, I suppose it's convenient," Harry said, shrugging. "In my case, I am more likely to die than most other people, but STILL."
Hermione nodded. "I don't see where she gets off on this all. That's why I quit it you know. I'm glad that I only had to take a month of it here, and even then we didn't have it every day. I'd go crazy, I swear."
"I think I'm actually pretty good at Divination," Draco said smugly. "I remember last year, during the exams, I was looking in the crystal ball and I saw two guys kissing while a girl grinned at them. Not that I even noticed that it was us, but there you are."
Harry groaned. "Don't you dare get good at Divination, because if you start predicting my death, I swear you'll have yours."
Draco held up his hands in surrender, "Don't go having a cow on me, Harry, I'm just joking!" He grinned smugly. "Honestly. Boys."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, but agreed.
And that was the true chapter twenty five. Short, isn't it??? But hey, cookies to people who realize what Professor Trelawney is going on about!!! =) And here's the Christmas present for everyone! Merry Christmas and to everyone who doesn't celebrate Christmas, happy holidays! =)
"Quidditch tomorrow," Hermione reminded them as Potions let out.
"Yes, I know!" Harry said, "You think I could forget?"
"Just making sure," smiled Hermione.
Harry, at least, was totally psyched; they were done, and he hadn't even been tortured that much during Potions. He sighed happily.
"I want everyone to get a good sleep tonight," she continued, grinning at them all, "So that you can't say you're too tired to play, and when we beat you -" Here, she grinned at Draco and Ron especially. "-at Quidditch, I don't want you guys complaining that you didn't get enough sleep.
"Yes mother," said Draco, Harry and Ron in near perfect unison. Hermione grinned and walked in the direction of the girls dormitories, while Harry, Draco, and Ron went towards the boys dormitories.
"She's right, you know," Harry said, as the three of them pulled out a card table and began playing Exploding Snap, "We really should try to get to bed at some decent hour."
"Define decent."
"As long as we're in bed by three am," Harry decided.
"Works for me."
And so they played Exploding Snap for quite awhile, before Harry convinced them to play Poker; it turned out Draco was excessively lucky with that game as his first hand dealt was a Royal Flush and every time after that, he managed to win, except once.
"Ok, that's enough poker," Harry finally said, "Geez, how'd you get so good?"
Draco shrugged and smiled. Luck WAS one of his better talents, if luck could be considered a talent.
"Let's play something safe. Like go fish." Ron suggested. So they began playing Go Fish.
And so they continued to play all manners of card games until 2 am drew near, and that was when Draco began to feel the littlest bit tired. And Harry too. And Ron? He was already half asleep.
"Maybe," yawned Harry, "We should get some sleep now? We really ought to be rested up for tomorrow."
"Technically," Draco said sleepily, "It's past midnight so therefore it is tomorrow."
"Oh, right," Harry said.
Ron said nothing. He was already asleep. Harry and Draco shrugged. "Should we put him in his bed?" Draco asked.
"I doubt he's very comfortable sleeping like that," Harry said. So he and Draco lifted Ron and put him on his bed before climbing onto Draco's bed together.
And fell asleep, and began to dream.
~~~
Draco's dream (done slightly different from my normal style, I think. Or maybe I'm just too tired to realize a difference)
~~~
There were two things Draco noticed. One, it was snowing outside. Two, he was in the summer school common room, except, it was decorated for Christmas. 'Huh' was all he could think at the moment. It seemed very weird for their to be a Christmas tree, but also very appropriate.
Not that he could tell why, of course.
"Merry Christmas," called Hermione.
"Merry Christmas," echoed Ron, who was sitting right next to her.
"Same," replied Draco, and with a flick of his wand, he made a piece of mistletoe fly over Ron's and Hermione's head. He grinned as they looked embarrassed, and then started kissing.
That being accomplished, he turned to the tree. There were tons of presents, and some of the others students were already opening theirs . . .
'Where's Harry?' he briefly wondered. There was no sign of Harry anyway. So he shrugged and went over to the tree. He picked up the presents he got - of which there were five. One from Hermione, one from Ron, one from his parents, one from Pansy - he threw that one to the side immediately - and, of course, one from Harry.
The first two gifts, from Ron and Hermione were also moved to the side. First, he opened the gift from his family. A fancy card, a book and some candy were in it. He smiled, and then turned to the gifts from Ron and Hermione. More candy.
Totally ignoring the present from Pansy, Draco turned to the gift from Harry. It was surprisingly small (Draco himself had given Harry a box with a sweater, some chocolate, a card, and some new wizard chess pieces), and flat too, but he opened it, excited, nonetheless.
'Hmmmm,' he thought to himself. 'What in the world?' He had unwrapped a small card, which was a simple white card with a wreath drawing on it. 'I don't get it . . .I though he would get me something . . . does he not care?' Not that Draco was so materialistic, but still . . .
But, he had faith in Harry. So he opened the card. And read.
~Hey Draco.
No, this isn't your Christmas present. Did I worry you? I'm sorry.
Anyhow, when I thought about getting you a Christmas present, I didn't know what to do. So I sat down and thought for a good while, and came up with a perfectly grand idea.
So, let the games begin. Follow my clues to find your Christmas present, and I do hope you have fun doing so!
Love, Harry~
Draco blinked. 'What clue?' he thought, but the question was answered for him as a note fluttered out of the card that he previously hadn't seen.
~ The First Clue ~ The note read, and Draco had to grin; Harry certainly had a knack for original names. ~Look up, look down; you'll still not find it. Close by is where I hide it. You'd never go near this place. Especially if you saw the look on her face.~
Draco groaned. If all of the clues were as, umm, well written (??) as that, this was going to be a bit of a challenge. He reread it, and then again.
'Ok, close by. Let's assume that's still in this area. Common rooms or dormitory. Ok. Next. You'd never go near this place? Ok, skip that for now. Especially if you saw the look on her face . . . her, eh? Girls dormitory? I would go there though, I suspect.' He looked around puzzedly.
He wandered over to the girls dormitories, noting how all of the girls where opening presents, so he'd be safe for now. As he went in, he considered, 'The only part of the girls dormitory I would go into is where Hermione is, to get back at her and whatnot. So, it could be the other rooms. . .'
Draco decided that Harry must have a pretty damn good present for him. 'He's not that good with rhymes either, come to think of it. But, whatever. 'Look up, look down.' The girls dormitory was arranged so that you had to either go upstairs to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd year dormitory room, or downstairs to the other two. If you didn't go upstairs or downstairs, you had to go into the bathroom.
'I'll kill you later, Harry,' Draco decided, walking into the bathroom, hoping that no one would be in there. But they were still opening presents, so there was no one in there.
The clue was dangling from the ceiling. Draco sighed again; this was going to take a lot of dumb luck on his part if he intended to figure out all the clues, especially if they were all like that.
'What have you in store for me next, Harry?' Draco wondered as he opened the envelope.
~The second clue. And away it flew. ~ Draco blinked many times. Turned the card over. Looked for other words. There were none.
'He's bloody insane,' thought Draco, noticing how there just didn't seem to be anyone else around at the moment, even though they were all opening presents just a bit ago. 'And away it flew. What the hell is that supposed to mean?'
But before he knew it, his feet were taking him to the Owlery, as if they knew all along what the clue meant. Draco glanced around at the millions of owls, and saw one sitting on the nearest pole had a letter tied to his leg.
'Well, that was incredibly easy,' thought Draco, pulling down the clue.
He went around like this for awhile before he ended back up in the common room again. Everyone was there again, talking and laughing happily as they gushed about what would happen tonight at the Christmas party. The last clue, as far as he could tell, directed him to his room.
So up he went.
And even though he was completely expecting it (well, to some extent) Draco's mouth opened in shock. His bed had been decorated like a huge present. He looked at the clue. ~Go on, open your present now.~
He walked forward, almost not believing it, and slowly, he tugged down the bow, and the ribbon, and then the wrapping paper. 'How in the world did he manage to do this while I was gone? That must have been why the clues took so long, at least, some of them.'
With eyes wide open, Draco pulled off the last bit of wrapping paper, and pulled back the curtain.
He expected it, he told himself over and over, but no matter how much he expected it, he was still just as shocked to see Harry lying in the middle of the bed. Naked. 'I expected that. It was so predictable.' He tried to tell himself, but it didn't work. He was still shocked.
The only thing that kept Harry from being perfectly indecent was a neatly wrapped present placed on his lap. "Merry Christmas, Draco. Took you."
Draco's eyes were opened wide as he slowly climbed onto the bed.
"Go on, take it." Harry urged him.
Draco nodded, wondering when his powers of speech had been cut off. Just recently he figured, since he had been able to tell someone earlier to sod off when he bumped into them going upstairs.
"Open it," suggested Harry, and Draco did so. Inside the box was a silver shirt, shimmery and beautiful, with a single green strip. On the green strip was an embroidered silver H and D intertwined.
Finding his voice, Draco said, "It's beautiful . . ."
Harry grinned, and Draco wished he could know what he was thinking. "I thought you would like it," Harry said.
"Indeed." Draco agreed, finding he was able to use his voice properly again. So he did the best thing he could do and whispered silkily, "I think I'll thank you for it now, if you don't mind."
Whether or not Harry minded would not distract Draco because, for one, Harry wouldn't even be able to say anything with his mouth being ravished by Draco.
Their kiss turned from gentle and sweet to amazing and hot in seconds, and Draco felt himself begin to get extremely warm. With one hand running all over Harry's body, and his other unzipping his own pants, Draco quickly undressed.
"I liked your present too," Harry told Draco between their heated kissing. "It was very nice."
"Yours was better," muttered Draco, and then his eyes got wide as Harry began licking down his body to his partial erection, which was rapidly becoming harder.
"I'm not done giving you your present," Harry added, and then he took Draco deep in his mouth, rolling his tongue along the underside of Draco's warm erection.
Eyes closed, mouth open, Draco felt as if everything was perfect right now. He was a little warm though, but that didn't matter. "Ohhh," he moaned; it was all he could do as he clung to Harry's head as Harry bobbed up and down, moving his tongue in ways Draco wouldn't have thought possible until now.
'More,' he thought, although he couldn't say anything at the minute; his mind was too busy with the sensations he felt. 'Please.' He was grabbing at the bed now, practically thrashing about in pleasure. Heat seemed to be centering itself in his lower body now, more than anything.
Draco moaned deeply again, and he could feel Harry moaning back, the vibrations caused by it making him even closer to the edge.
'Perfection' He thought, and as Harry continued to suck, he suddenly found himself over the edge, and then Harry was swallowing everything and licking his lips seductively, and then, like all good things, it was over.
~~~
Not Draco's Dream. Real Life.
~~~
Draco turned over on his side, and found himself practically laying on top of Harry. He moved over slightly so he was right next to Harry. 'That dream . . . seemed so real . . .' He thought as he lightly ran a finger down Harry's back, watching as Harry shuddered in his sleep, with a happy sigh.
'I wonder if we'll ever do that for real.'
He paused, and his eyes opened wide.
'I can only imagine what Hermione would do with a tape of that!!!!'
Hehehehe, so can we, Draco. So that was my Christmas present to you all. I again apologize for the delay, but hey, Real Life is just something that pops up every now and then, and once I've stuffed it back into its shoebox, everything will be fine.
Oh, and if you're still disappointed by the lack of updates, here's a second dream.
Harry was sleeping deeply, but he still felt Draco's finger run down his back. He sighed happily; it felt so good. In his utmost subconscious, he was arching into the touch, and had he been awake, he would have been purring, like a cat even.
But he wasn't.
He was dreaming.
~~~
Harry's Dream
~~~
Heat can make people do weird things. At least, that was Harry's excuse for coming out of the great hall during dinner to sit at the lake, in silence. Intense feelings were welling up in him, mostly happiness, but something else.
He noticed something. A person.
Not just any person. Draco.
'Shouldn't he be eating dinner?' Harry wondered to himself, and then he gasped a little as Draco suddenly pulled off his robe. 'I guess . . . he's going swimming?'
Harry watched in amazement as Draco pulled off his shirt; followed by his tie, and then his undershirt, revealing pale skin that looked like porcelain. It looked fragile to the touch, but there was strength underneath it, from the graceful way Draco bent over to take off his pants.
And then, to Harry's amazement, Draco took off his boxers as well, preferring not to bother getting them wet at all. For a minute, Draco just stood there, while Harry watched him from a distance. 'Does he know I'm watching?' Harry thought, wondering if he was drooling.
Draco waded, doing even that gracefully, to waist deep in the water, and Harry was overcome by a sudden urge to go and join him. He used all his will power not to; to wait just a bit longer . . .
Suddenly, Draco slid under the water, and then reappeared, his hair now wet and framing his face like rays of light.
Harry slowly walked to the waters edge.
"Come and join me," Draco said, not turning to look at Harry.
Harry nodded, even though Draco couldn't see it, but he knew that Draco knew. It always worked out. He had already taken off his robe and shirt; all he had to do was pull off his undershirt, tie, and pants before taking off his boxers and wading in.
"The water is really nice," Draco said, still looking out towards the lake, and not towards Harry.
'You look really nice too,' thought Harry, wading behind Draco and lightly kissing him on the back of his neck.
It was as if Draco could hear his thoughts. "So do you."
Harry stood right behind him, and held him in an embrace. They stood and watched as the sun slowly started to go down, not minding the fact that anyone could have came and seen them there.
The heat can make people do things like that.
~~~(still the dream)
Heat makes people do strange things. Harry could remember the feeling of just standing with Draco in the water, holding on to each other. Now they were lying next to each other in their cool room, a breeze floating in from the window.
"It's still really warm," Draco remarked.
"It could just be you," suggested Harry. 'But no, I'm really warm too.'
They stared at the moon together. Harry felt so close, so warm, with Draco right next to him.
One minute, they were staring at the moon together, watching the stars twinkle, the next, they were locked in a passionate kiss.
The heat can do that.
Harry was inside Draco, moving, thrusting.
The heat was unbearable.
Pleasure, more, and more.
Heat.
White sparks flooded his vision.
The heat was amazing.
~~~
Not the dream
~~~
Harry opened his eyes, and noticed it was somewhat late in the morning; light was streaming into the room. He was holding Draco gently, and suddenly he noticed a note tied to the bed.
Curious, he opened it and saw it was from Hermione.
~Harry
I though I told you guys to go to sleep at a decent hour! If you don't wake up in time for the Quidditch match, it's your own fault.
Hermione~
He grinned; the aftereffects of his dream were still making him fell incredibly calm. It was then he noticed the postscript on the note.
~PS. Tell Ron he owes me ten Galleons. Oh, and Harry? Did you know that dreaming about watching the moon means eternal love? Isn't that cute?~
Harry groaned.
Harry awoke, feeling more rested than he had for a few days. He grinned happily, and shook Draco awake. Or at least tried to, but it appeared Draco was somewhat of a heavy sleeper.
So Harry got up and got dressed before waking up Ron, and then ATTEMPTING to wake up Draco again. 'Really, how much sleep does he need?'
It was a losing battle, so Harry and Ron decided to let Draco sleep and go down to breakfast with Hermione.
Sometime during their toast and jam, Draco appeared at the table, and promptly sat down on Harry. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he said.
"It's not like I didn't try, believe me," Harry said, trying to push Draco off, and failing. Finally, he sat back and sighed in defeat as Draco ate his toast.
Hermione gave Harry a new piece of toast as she said, "Herbology first thing, so I hope you're ready."
"Better than potions," Harry replied. "Actually, I'm just not looking forward to this ending."
"Seriously?" Asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I mean, I do NOT want to go back to the Dursleys . . . a whole month before school starts. . . ." Harry explained, "See, I don't love school, but it's WAY better than the Dursleys."
"I'll bet," agreed Ron. "But, you only have to stay there two weeks!"
"Only two?" asked Harry, puzzled.
"Yeah," Ron said, "My dad got tickets to the Quidditch world cup - he owled me yesterday - and you can come and stay to see it!"
"That's great!" Harry said happily. "So, you, me, Hermione . . . ?"
"Well, my dad didn't get any for Draco," Ron said a bit hesitantly. "Although you're still able to stay over. . ."
Draco nodded, "Don't worry; I've got tickets of my own."
"Great," Harry said, "Than I only have to stay at the Dursleys for two weeks! Yes!"
"It's a good think we'll be seeing each other in two weeks," Draco added, "Seeing as if it were any longer I'd have to come visit you at your aunts and uncles house."
"Somehow I don't think they'd be that enthusiastic about it," Harry agreed. He pictured trying to explain to aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon why he had a boy come home with him from Hogwarts, and that Draco wasn't just any boy, but his boyfriend. The idea made him shudder.
"C'mon, time for Herbology!" Hermione told them, and they took off at a run as not to be late to the greenhouses.
~~~
Friday, all Harry could think about (well, besides Draco and the Quidditch world cup) was the Quidditch match that would be held tomorrow. Winning it would mean he was safe from total embarrassment in front of all the teachers, and losing it would mean total embarrassment in front of all the teachers.
Which, of course, was not a good thing.
Being in the dim darkness of the Divination classroom made him concentrate on anything BUT divination.
"And people with dark hair are in danger of falling off their brooms on Saturday," Professor Trelawney was saying, but Harry didn't really care because chances were, she was just saying that.
Just before class let out, Professor Trelawney was throwing out her usual last-minute predictions. Harry still wasn't really paying attention. 'Well, Draco is pretty good at flying . . . however, his speed isn't as good, so maybe I could outdive him. . . but only if the Snitch is . . .'
"Harry! Harry!"
He heard his name being called, so he shook himself out of his thoughts, and looked around. Almost everyone was gone from the classroom; the bell had rung. Professor Trelawney was tidying up the classroom, and as Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron prepared to leave, she came up to them.
"You looked preoccupied all lesson," she said to Harry, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "What are you worried about? Not everything ends up good, you know," she said, quietly, as if she was revealing important information to him.
"Yeah. Right." Harry grabbed his books, and was about to leave.
"This summer, you will get a surprise," she whispered to him. "A visit when you least expect it, leading to much complications." Harry wanted to say 'whatever' but did not, and let Professor Trelawney finish. In a barely audible voice, she added, "Even if everything doesn't work out, you'll become stronger from it."
"Right then," said Harry, hoping that Professor Trelawney would mistake his skeptical gaze as a puzzled looking; as if he was trying to get the deeper meaning behind her prediction.
She gave him a satisfied grin, and he supposed that mean she was satisfied, so he turned to Ron, Hermione, and Draco, and the four of them got out as fast as they could without running.
"She's a professional nutcase, I swear," Ron said, and then mimicked her dramatic whisper, "You're going to get a surprise visit, Harry, and, surprise, you're going to die!" In his normal voice, he said, "Does she EVER get bored of predicting your death?"
"Well, I suppose it's convenient," Harry said, shrugging. "In my case, I am more likely to die than most other people, but STILL."
Hermione nodded. "I don't see where she gets off on this all. That's why I quit it you know. I'm glad that I only had to take a month of it here, and even then we didn't have it every day. I'd go crazy, I swear."
"I think I'm actually pretty good at Divination," Draco said smugly. "I remember last year, during the exams, I was looking in the crystal ball and I saw two guys kissing while a girl grinned at them. Not that I even noticed that it was us, but there you are."
Harry groaned. "Don't you dare get good at Divination, because if you start predicting my death, I swear you'll have yours."
Draco held up his hands in surrender, "Don't go having a cow on me, Harry, I'm just joking!" He grinned smugly. "Honestly. Boys."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, but agreed.
And that was the true chapter twenty five. Short, isn't it??? But hey, cookies to people who realize what Professor Trelawney is going on about!!! =) And here's the Christmas present for everyone! Merry Christmas and to everyone who doesn't celebrate Christmas, happy holidays! =)
"Quidditch tomorrow," Hermione reminded them as Potions let out.
"Yes, I know!" Harry said, "You think I could forget?"
"Just making sure," smiled Hermione.
Harry, at least, was totally psyched; they were done, and he hadn't even been tortured that much during Potions. He sighed happily.
"I want everyone to get a good sleep tonight," she continued, grinning at them all, "So that you can't say you're too tired to play, and when we beat you -" Here, she grinned at Draco and Ron especially. "-at Quidditch, I don't want you guys complaining that you didn't get enough sleep.
"Yes mother," said Draco, Harry and Ron in near perfect unison. Hermione grinned and walked in the direction of the girls dormitories, while Harry, Draco, and Ron went towards the boys dormitories.
"She's right, you know," Harry said, as the three of them pulled out a card table and began playing Exploding Snap, "We really should try to get to bed at some decent hour."
"Define decent."
"As long as we're in bed by three am," Harry decided.
"Works for me."
And so they played Exploding Snap for quite awhile, before Harry convinced them to play Poker; it turned out Draco was excessively lucky with that game as his first hand dealt was a Royal Flush and every time after that, he managed to win, except once.
"Ok, that's enough poker," Harry finally said, "Geez, how'd you get so good?"
Draco shrugged and smiled. Luck WAS one of his better talents, if luck could be considered a talent.
"Let's play something safe. Like go fish." Ron suggested. So they began playing Go Fish.
And so they continued to play all manners of card games until 2 am drew near, and that was when Draco began to feel the littlest bit tired. And Harry too. And Ron? He was already half asleep.
"Maybe," yawned Harry, "We should get some sleep now? We really ought to be rested up for tomorrow."
"Technically," Draco said sleepily, "It's past midnight so therefore it is tomorrow."
"Oh, right," Harry said.
Ron said nothing. He was already asleep. Harry and Draco shrugged. "Should we put him in his bed?" Draco asked.
"I doubt he's very comfortable sleeping like that," Harry said. So he and Draco lifted Ron and put him on his bed before climbing onto Draco's bed together.
And fell asleep, and began to dream.
~~~
Draco's dream (done slightly different from my normal style, I think. Or maybe I'm just too tired to realize a difference)
~~~
There were two things Draco noticed. One, it was snowing outside. Two, he was in the summer school common room, except, it was decorated for Christmas. 'Huh' was all he could think at the moment. It seemed very weird for their to be a Christmas tree, but also very appropriate.
Not that he could tell why, of course.
"Merry Christmas," called Hermione.
"Merry Christmas," echoed Ron, who was sitting right next to her.
"Same," replied Draco, and with a flick of his wand, he made a piece of mistletoe fly over Ron's and Hermione's head. He grinned as they looked embarrassed, and then started kissing.
That being accomplished, he turned to the tree. There were tons of presents, and some of the others students were already opening theirs . . .
'Where's Harry?' he briefly wondered. There was no sign of Harry anyway. So he shrugged and went over to the tree. He picked up the presents he got - of which there were five. One from Hermione, one from Ron, one from his parents, one from Pansy - he threw that one to the side immediately - and, of course, one from Harry.
The first two gifts, from Ron and Hermione were also moved to the side. First, he opened the gift from his family. A fancy card, a book and some candy were in it. He smiled, and then turned to the gifts from Ron and Hermione. More candy.
Totally ignoring the present from Pansy, Draco turned to the gift from Harry. It was surprisingly small (Draco himself had given Harry a box with a sweater, some chocolate, a card, and some new wizard chess pieces), and flat too, but he opened it, excited, nonetheless.
'Hmmmm,' he thought to himself. 'What in the world?' He had unwrapped a small card, which was a simple white card with a wreath drawing on it. 'I don't get it . . .I though he would get me something . . . does he not care?' Not that Draco was so materialistic, but still . . .
But, he had faith in Harry. So he opened the card. And read.
~Hey Draco.
No, this isn't your Christmas present. Did I worry you? I'm sorry.
Anyhow, when I thought about getting you a Christmas present, I didn't know what to do. So I sat down and thought for a good while, and came up with a perfectly grand idea.
So, let the games begin. Follow my clues to find your Christmas present, and I do hope you have fun doing so!
Love, Harry~
Draco blinked. 'What clue?' he thought, but the question was answered for him as a note fluttered out of the card that he previously hadn't seen.
~ The First Clue ~ The note read, and Draco had to grin; Harry certainly had a knack for original names. ~Look up, look down; you'll still not find it. Close by is where I hide it. You'd never go near this place. Especially if you saw the look on her face.~
Draco groaned. If all of the clues were as, umm, well written (??) as that, this was going to be a bit of a challenge. He reread it, and then again.
'Ok, close by. Let's assume that's still in this area. Common rooms or dormitory. Ok. Next. You'd never go near this place? Ok, skip that for now. Especially if you saw the look on her face . . . her, eh? Girls dormitory? I would go there though, I suspect.' He looked around puzzedly.
He wandered over to the girls dormitories, noting how all of the girls where opening presents, so he'd be safe for now. As he went in, he considered, 'The only part of the girls dormitory I would go into is where Hermione is, to get back at her and whatnot. So, it could be the other rooms. . .'
Draco decided that Harry must have a pretty damn good present for him. 'He's not that good with rhymes either, come to think of it. But, whatever. 'Look up, look down.' The girls dormitory was arranged so that you had to either go upstairs to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd year dormitory room, or downstairs to the other two. If you didn't go upstairs or downstairs, you had to go into the bathroom.
'I'll kill you later, Harry,' Draco decided, walking into the bathroom, hoping that no one would be in there. But they were still opening presents, so there was no one in there.
The clue was dangling from the ceiling. Draco sighed again; this was going to take a lot of dumb luck on his part if he intended to figure out all the clues, especially if they were all like that.
'What have you in store for me next, Harry?' Draco wondered as he opened the envelope.
~The second clue. And away it flew. ~ Draco blinked many times. Turned the card over. Looked for other words. There were none.
'He's bloody insane,' thought Draco, noticing how there just didn't seem to be anyone else around at the moment, even though they were all opening presents just a bit ago. 'And away it flew. What the hell is that supposed to mean?'
But before he knew it, his feet were taking him to the Owlery, as if they knew all along what the clue meant. Draco glanced around at the millions of owls, and saw one sitting on the nearest pole had a letter tied to his leg.
'Well, that was incredibly easy,' thought Draco, pulling down the clue.
He went around like this for awhile before he ended back up in the common room again. Everyone was there again, talking and laughing happily as they gushed about what would happen tonight at the Christmas party. The last clue, as far as he could tell, directed him to his room.
So up he went.
And even though he was completely expecting it (well, to some extent) Draco's mouth opened in shock. His bed had been decorated like a huge present. He looked at the clue. ~Go on, open your present now.~
He walked forward, almost not believing it, and slowly, he tugged down the bow, and the ribbon, and then the wrapping paper. 'How in the world did he manage to do this while I was gone? That must have been why the clues took so long, at least, some of them.'
With eyes wide open, Draco pulled off the last bit of wrapping paper, and pulled back the curtain.
He expected it, he told himself over and over, but no matter how much he expected it, he was still just as shocked to see Harry lying in the middle of the bed. Naked. 'I expected that. It was so predictable.' He tried to tell himself, but it didn't work. He was still shocked.
The only thing that kept Harry from being perfectly indecent was a neatly wrapped present placed on his lap. "Merry Christmas, Draco. Took you."
Draco's eyes were opened wide as he slowly climbed onto the bed.
"Go on, take it." Harry urged him.
Draco nodded, wondering when his powers of speech had been cut off. Just recently he figured, since he had been able to tell someone earlier to sod off when he bumped into them going upstairs.
"Open it," suggested Harry, and Draco did so. Inside the box was a silver shirt, shimmery and beautiful, with a single green strip. On the green strip was an embroidered silver H and D intertwined.
Finding his voice, Draco said, "It's beautiful . . ."
Harry grinned, and Draco wished he could know what he was thinking. "I thought you would like it," Harry said.
"Indeed." Draco agreed, finding he was able to use his voice properly again. So he did the best thing he could do and whispered silkily, "I think I'll thank you for it now, if you don't mind."
Whether or not Harry minded would not distract Draco because, for one, Harry wouldn't even be able to say anything with his mouth being ravished by Draco.
Their kiss turned from gentle and sweet to amazing and hot in seconds, and Draco felt himself begin to get extremely warm. With one hand running all over Harry's body, and his other unzipping his own pants, Draco quickly undressed.
"I liked your present too," Harry told Draco between their heated kissing. "It was very nice."
"Yours was better," muttered Draco, and then his eyes got wide as Harry began licking down his body to his partial erection, which was rapidly becoming harder.
"I'm not done giving you your present," Harry added, and then he took Draco deep in his mouth, rolling his tongue along the underside of Draco's warm erection.
Eyes closed, mouth open, Draco felt as if everything was perfect right now. He was a little warm though, but that didn't matter. "Ohhh," he moaned; it was all he could do as he clung to Harry's head as Harry bobbed up and down, moving his tongue in ways Draco wouldn't have thought possible until now.
'More,' he thought, although he couldn't say anything at the minute; his mind was too busy with the sensations he felt. 'Please.' He was grabbing at the bed now, practically thrashing about in pleasure. Heat seemed to be centering itself in his lower body now, more than anything.
Draco moaned deeply again, and he could feel Harry moaning back, the vibrations caused by it making him even closer to the edge.
'Perfection' He thought, and as Harry continued to suck, he suddenly found himself over the edge, and then Harry was swallowing everything and licking his lips seductively, and then, like all good things, it was over.
~~~
Not Draco's Dream. Real Life.
~~~
Draco turned over on his side, and found himself practically laying on top of Harry. He moved over slightly so he was right next to Harry. 'That dream . . . seemed so real . . .' He thought as he lightly ran a finger down Harry's back, watching as Harry shuddered in his sleep, with a happy sigh.
'I wonder if we'll ever do that for real.'
He paused, and his eyes opened wide.
'I can only imagine what Hermione would do with a tape of that!!!!'
Hehehehe, so can we, Draco. So that was my Christmas present to you all. I again apologize for the delay, but hey, Real Life is just something that pops up every now and then, and once I've stuffed it back into its shoebox, everything will be fine.
Oh, and if you're still disappointed by the lack of updates, here's a second dream.
Harry was sleeping deeply, but he still felt Draco's finger run down his back. He sighed happily; it felt so good. In his utmost subconscious, he was arching into the touch, and had he been awake, he would have been purring, like a cat even.
But he wasn't.
He was dreaming.
~~~
Harry's Dream
~~~
Heat can make people do weird things. At least, that was Harry's excuse for coming out of the great hall during dinner to sit at the lake, in silence. Intense feelings were welling up in him, mostly happiness, but something else.
He noticed something. A person.
Not just any person. Draco.
'Shouldn't he be eating dinner?' Harry wondered to himself, and then he gasped a little as Draco suddenly pulled off his robe. 'I guess . . . he's going swimming?'
Harry watched in amazement as Draco pulled off his shirt; followed by his tie, and then his undershirt, revealing pale skin that looked like porcelain. It looked fragile to the touch, but there was strength underneath it, from the graceful way Draco bent over to take off his pants.
And then, to Harry's amazement, Draco took off his boxers as well, preferring not to bother getting them wet at all. For a minute, Draco just stood there, while Harry watched him from a distance. 'Does he know I'm watching?' Harry thought, wondering if he was drooling.
Draco waded, doing even that gracefully, to waist deep in the water, and Harry was overcome by a sudden urge to go and join him. He used all his will power not to; to wait just a bit longer . . .
Suddenly, Draco slid under the water, and then reappeared, his hair now wet and framing his face like rays of light.
Harry slowly walked to the waters edge.
"Come and join me," Draco said, not turning to look at Harry.
Harry nodded, even though Draco couldn't see it, but he knew that Draco knew. It always worked out. He had already taken off his robe and shirt; all he had to do was pull off his undershirt, tie, and pants before taking off his boxers and wading in.
"The water is really nice," Draco said, still looking out towards the lake, and not towards Harry.
'You look really nice too,' thought Harry, wading behind Draco and lightly kissing him on the back of his neck.
It was as if Draco could hear his thoughts. "So do you."
Harry stood right behind him, and held him in an embrace. They stood and watched as the sun slowly started to go down, not minding the fact that anyone could have came and seen them there.
The heat can make people do things like that.
~~~(still the dream)
Heat makes people do strange things. Harry could remember the feeling of just standing with Draco in the water, holding on to each other. Now they were lying next to each other in their cool room, a breeze floating in from the window.
"It's still really warm," Draco remarked.
"It could just be you," suggested Harry. 'But no, I'm really warm too.'
They stared at the moon together. Harry felt so close, so warm, with Draco right next to him.
One minute, they were staring at the moon together, watching the stars twinkle, the next, they were locked in a passionate kiss.
The heat can do that.
Harry was inside Draco, moving, thrusting.
The heat was unbearable.
Pleasure, more, and more.
Heat.
White sparks flooded his vision.
The heat was amazing.
~~~
Not the dream
~~~
Harry opened his eyes, and noticed it was somewhat late in the morning; light was streaming into the room. He was holding Draco gently, and suddenly he noticed a note tied to the bed.
Curious, he opened it and saw it was from Hermione.
~Harry
I though I told you guys to go to sleep at a decent hour! If you don't wake up in time for the Quidditch match, it's your own fault.
Hermione~
He grinned; the aftereffects of his dream were still making him fell incredibly calm. It was then he noticed the postscript on the note.
~PS. Tell Ron he owes me ten Galleons. Oh, and Harry? Did you know that dreaming about watching the moon means eternal love? Isn't that cute?~
Harry groaned.