Chapter Seventeen
The Wrappings


Draco landed on top of Harry on the bed and grinned. As the two boys maneuvered themselves fully onto the bed, their lips crashed together. They laid there kissing for quite some time. Finally, after what Draco thought couldn't be more than a quarter of an hour, he felt Harry pull away. Draco moaned softly.


"There's a problem, Dray." said Harry softly. Draco felt Harry's hands pushing him off. Draco grumbled.


"What's wrong, Har?" Draco rolled off Harry and laid on one side, resting his head on his hand. He watched as Harry sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. Harry stood and looked back at Draco.


"Same problem as every other night," said Harry, a seductive smile playing upon his lips.


Draco raised an eyebrow, as he was so prone to doing. "And what is that, my dear Harry?" In addition to the raised eyebrow, he added a smirk to his lips. This used to be the face I sent him all the time. This thought added more smirk to his lips. He turned his attention back to the beautiful boy standing before him.


"We're still dressed, my dear Draco." Harry winked. Draco grinned and moved to stand with Harry, but Harry held up a hand to stop him. "Nope. No helping."


Draco raised his eyebrow again and slid back to his spot on Harry's bed. Harry stood in front of the bed, facing Draco. He slowly undid his robes and slid them off his shoulders. Under his robes was a slightly baggy, and definitely old pair of blue jeans and a red cotton sweater. Harry sent Draco his trademark lopsided smile. Draco sighed with contentment as Harry pulled his sweater over his head. He smiled as Harry leaned over and pulled off each sock. Draco could feel his heart starting to race as Harry began unbuckling his belt and then undid his pants.

But he didn't wiggle out of his jeans right away. Harry let them sit there on his hips. Harry's erection was displayed between the folds of the opened zipper. He peeled off the tight white tee shirt that conformed to every line of his body. Draco's breath hitched as he saw the tan skin stretched across the bared muscular chest before him. Then Harry reached down and slid the jeans off his hips and backside and let them fall to the floor. Harry stood in front of Draco wearing nothing but silky green boxers with tiny silver stripes. He's wearing Slytherin colors. For me. Draco smiled inwardly, desire playing even more in his eyes, which were still fixed solidly on Harry.

Draco wanted so badly to rush over to his boyfriend and do all kinds of things to him. He wasn't even sure which he wanted to do first. Kiss him all over? Lick him? Nibble? Strip off the boxers and have my way with Harry? They all sound so enticing... Draco finally decided to let Harry take control tonight. He's already doing a good job of it anyway, Draco thought. He sighed, still wanting that soft skin under his finger tips.

Apparently, Harry could sense what Draco was thinking. Either that or Harry noticed the vast accumulation of desire and lust that filled Draco's eyes. Whichever it was, Harry moved onto the bed to lay next to Draco.


"May I?" asked Draco quietly. He still wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch Harry yet, since he wasn't allowed to undress him. He didn't want to step over the line to be in control, as he was quite enjoying Harry being the dominant one. To answer Draco's question, Harry picked up one of Draco's hands and kissed the tips of each finger in turn. Once Harry got to Draco's pinky, Draco placed his hand lightly on Harry's cheek, stroking the bone underneath the skin with his thumb. Draco felt the slight pressure as Harry leaned into the touch. Emeralds and sapphires met, seeing not only the strikingly intense color painting the irises, but encountering the souls encased within.

With his other hand, Draco touched his finger tips to the velvety flesh of Harry's chest. His fingers traced the lines of Harry's muscles under the skin. Draco felt his breathing slow to an almost-stand-still. His eyes lowered and followed his fingers as they tracked the lines criss-crossing on the tanned torso in front of him. Draco felt the skin vibrating slightly as his digits mapped out the lines of Harry's body. I wonder… Does this tickle? A tiny smile played upon Draco's lips. They lay there, Draco taking in the beauty of his boyfriend until he felt one strong finger pushing his chin up and wrenching his gaze from Harry's body to his eyes once more.

Two pairs of jewels met again, and Draco could almost feel the passion radiating from the emeralds. Then Draco felt Harry's hand snake up and wrap itself around his neck, pulling him closer. Sapphires were shaded as Draco's eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of a kiss. But the kiss did not land on his lips as he expected.

Instead there was a hot breeze rushing past his ear when Harry's silky lips landed at the base of Draco's earlobe. A shiver ran through Draco.

"I believe we still have a problem, Love." Harry's voice was so quiet that if Draco hadn't known any better, he would have sworn those words traveled to his ear on the wind. Draco's eyes reopened slowly, revealing Harry's lopsided smile just inches away from his face. The small smile that was still sitting on Draco's lips spread as he looked at Harry. He leaned in and planted a light kiss on the silky, lopsided lips.

Then Draco pounced on Harry, rolling Harry onto his back and pinning his hands to the bed. The surprise jumped into Harry's eyes and he waited for Draco to do something to him. Harry's breath hitched now in apprehension. Draco leaned in, his smirk playing on his lips once more. Another light kiss landed on Harry's lips and Draco leaped off the bed to perform his own striptease for Harry.


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Harry rolled over and wrapped his arm around the lump next to him. He snuggled closer to the living furnace lying next to him. Another morning with Draco, he thought sleepily. So nice.

The Gryffindor lay still now next to his sleeping heater, his eyes still closed. For the past week, Harry and Draco had been sharing a bed at night. In fact, they had been since their two-month anniversary. And Harry loved it.

He loved waking up next to the person he was in love with. And it seemed Draco loved it to, since they hadn't stopped. Harry pulled Draco closer still and finally opened his eyes. The Slytherin was still asleep and snoring lightly. Harry smiled. He planted a kiss on the other boy's cheek and gave Draco an extra squeeze before disentangling himself.

When he was free, Harry rolled off the four-poster and planted his feet on the cold dungeon floor. He stretched lazily and then shivered. Realizing how cold it was and remembering he was only wearing his boxer shorts, he walked over to Draco's desk. The night before, Harry had piled his clothes there, and he figured it might be a good idea to put some pants on before he froze. As soon as he had his khaki pants and red tee shirt on again, he turned the desk chair to face the bed and sat. He watched his Slytherin sleep soundly.

Harry enjoyed these lazy mornings, but doubted he would have the chance to do this once classes started again in a couple short weeks. He looked at his watch. 24 December, 8:52 am. Oh! It's Christmas Eve! I need to get Draco's presents wrapped for tomorrow… Harry sighed. I'll just wait till he wakes up and then I'll get going to Gryffindor Tower. Why do I always leave these things to the last minute?

A couple minutes later, Draco stirred and moaned quietly. Harry stood and padded back to the bed. He climbed in and lay next to his groggy boyfriend.

"Wh-wh-wh-" Draco tried to speak, but it was rather hard to talk around a yawn. "Why're you so cold?"

"I've been sitting at your desk. I'm halfway dressed," said Harry quietly. He smiled at the sleepy look Draco gave him. Draco's hair was tousled from sleep and his eyes were only open enough to see Harry.

"How come you're dressed already? Time is it?" Draco mumbled sleepily.

Harry smiled again. Draco really isn't a morning person, is he? He can't even put a sentence together. Harry looked at his watch again. "It's nine-oh-eight, Dray."

"The fuck are you doing up? G-back to sleep," mumbled Draco, swatting at Harry.

Harry shook his head. "I need to get some things done, Draco. I need to go back to my room, Babe."

That did it. Draco's eyes opened all the way, and he tried, in vain, to sit up. He reached out and grabbed at Harry, who guided Draco's hand to his own. "No, Har. Please. Stay here a bit." Draco looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

"Fine. Only a little while. I have things I really need to do today," said Harry, giving in. He could never resist the Sleepy-Draco-Plea.

Draco smiled dazedly. "Good. Now get outta those pants and get back in here so I can go back to sleep."

"Alright, alright," said Harry, amused. He got out of the bed again and pulled off his clothes again, laying them back where he found them. He walked back to the bed again, clad in his red and gold boxer shorts and curled up next to Draco. If Harry thought he was going to stay awake until Draco was ready to get up, he was sorely mistaken. As soon as Draco's arms wrapped around him again and his head met the pillow once more, he was out like a light.


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Draco opened his eyes later that morning to see his favorite gems staring back at him. Harry smiled down at Draco. Draco smiled back. I love seeing him when I wake up. Draco sighed happily and propped himself up on an elbow. This brought his lips and Harry's together and they shared a "good morning" kiss.

Several, actually.

Draco found himself pulled closer to the Gryffindor and his hands were again roaming all over Harry's chiseled form, as they so often did. Every time Draco touched Harry, he felt the same heat, the same thrilling energy surge, just like the first time he and Harry kissed.

As their tongues met in Draco's mouth to do battle, he moaned in pleasure. He felt the Gryffindor's fingers reach up and tangle in his hair. He opened his eyes and let his hands traveled all over the body beneath them, finally reaching for the only prize Draco felt was worth winning. His fingers wrapped around the prize and he watched as the Gryffindor's eyes snapped open. Draco pulled away from the kiss finally to send Harry a not-so-innocent smile. Harry just looked stunned. Ah, my sweet, innocent Harry. Draco squeezed lightly, and Harry squeaked. Harry apparently regained his composure quickly, because seconds later, Draco felt fingers wrap around himself. He was determined not to squeak, because Malfoys do not squeak. But he did let out a low moan.

The two boys' lips crashed together again, aching to be close to one another. Their hands were moving now, each in synch with the other, following some rhythm ingrained within themselves.

Draco heard a groan and couldn't figure whether it had escaped from his lips or from Harry. He really didn't care either. All he cared about was Harry's lips staying on his and Harry's hand staying in motion.


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Harry flopped onto his back next to Draco and tried to slow his breathing. After their groping session, Harry remembered why he had woken up early that morning. Dray's gift. Wrapping it. Shit. He turned his head to look at his boyfriend, who was also trying to catch his breath.

"Dray? Love?"

"Yes, Har?" came the breathless reply.

"Dray, I need to back to my room." Harry looked at Draco, who turned to face Harry. Harry's heart twisted when he saw the sad look on Draco's face.

"Do you have to?" asked Draco, sounding like a little boy.

"Well unless you don't want your Christmas present, then yes." When Harry mentioned Christmas, Draco's eyes lit up and a smile spread across the pout that had been residing on Draco's lips.

"I get a present?" asked Draco playfully. "What is it?" Harry dodged the pokes aimed at his ribcage and rolled off Draco's bed, landing on his feet.

"I'm not telling. You'll have to wait until tomorrow." Harry walked over to Draco's desk for the second time that morning. He felt the eyes on his back as he bent over to pull on his pants. Harry straightened, pulling up his khakis as he did, and heard a quiet whine behind him. He turned around. "Stop checking out my backside, would you?"

Draco flashed him a winning smile. "You know you love it." Harry thought to himself that this was true, but he wasn't about to admit it to Draco. Harry just shook his head and picked up his red tee shirt. "Are you sure you have to go, Har?"

"Yes, Dray. I have to go. Now are you going to get your lazy backside out of bed and walk me out, or are you going to lay there till dinner?" Harry put his arms through the sleeves to his shirt and smiled. Draco was grumbling, but he was getting out of bed and toward his wardrobe.

Harry pulled his tee shirt over his head. The next sight of Draco he glimpsed was Draco's backside in the air while he searched in his wardrobe. Harry grinned. He grabbed the original, Weasley-made, green sweater and pulled it over his head. When his head emerged again, he saw Draco pulling up green and silver flannel pajama pants that perfectly matched his boxer shorts. Harry smiled again.

Once Harry was fully dressed, he held out his hand for Draco, who took it and walked out the door. They got to the exit of the common room, and Draco started pouting again. Harry put a finger under Draco's chin and lifted his head to kiss him. Harry captured the protruding lip between his two, and sucked lightly.

"Hey," he said quietly. "I'll see you in a little bit, alright? It's almost lunch time, and I'll see you there. Everyone pretty much knows about us now, so we can sit nice and close. Don't worry."

Draco nodded, still acting sullen. "What time is it anyway?"

"Almost eleven. You'd better get yourself into the shower." Harry winked knowingly. "We both know how long it takes you to shower."

"Hey!" cried Draco indignantly. He tried to land a gentle punch on Harry's shoulder, but Harry's Seeker training taught him enough to dodge again.

Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist pulling him close. Draco's lips were claimed once again by Harry's, and the couple stood there kissing. After a few minutes, Harry pulled away again and turned toward the door.

"I'll see you later, Love." Harry walked out of the Slytherin common room and began the long walk to his dormitory.

After a quarter of an hour, Harry was finally climbing the stairs to his room. He stood outside the door and listened for the sounds of snogging in the morning. When no noise from Ron or Hermione was heard, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the door. Ron's bed was unmade, but empty. Harry smirked and walked over to his own tidy bed and bent down. He pulled out several packages, all neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with thin twine. He plopped them all on his bed and pulled out his wand. He sent a couple charms at the door, closing and locking it, and setting up a Repelling Charm.

When he was satisfied that no one was going to enter while he was wrapping gifts, he bent down and pulled out wrapping paper, some Spell-o-Tape, and curling ribbon. He smiled. This is my favorite part of Christmas. Next to getting the gifts, that is. Then he set about wrapping up gifts for his friends, and his first-ever Christmas gift to Draco Malfoy.


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Draco walked back into his room, rubbing a towel over his head. He smiled, thinking of Harry. Of course I'm thinking of Harry. That boy is never off my mind. Draco dropped his towel into the hamper and looked around the room.

No Crabbe. No Goyle. No Harry. Good. Time to break out the Christmas things! Draco was usually the first one done anything, but this was one thing he never enjoyed, so it was always saved for the last minute. Fucking presents that have to be fucking wrapped. Draco leaned into the bottom of his wardrobe. He said a quick spell and a compartment under his shoe rack opened to reveal a pair of bags full of Christmas presents waiting to be wrapped.

Draco pulled out the bags and the wrapping paper that lay beside them and took them over to his bed. He dropped them there, walked back to his desk and grabbed his wand. I am not about to wrap these the muggle way. Draco took out each present in turn and sent the same spell at them.

Wrappious Presentium.

~*~TBC~*~