Title: Christmas Dreaming
warnings: male x male
disclaimers: not mine ^^*.*^^
ugh, I was listening to the Spice Girls when writing this. ::blushes:: Go listen to Viva Forever. Goes well with this chapter.
Chapter 3
The hubbub of merriment in the reception room was enough to raise Harry's spirits from dull to somewhat joyful. The huge fir, the blazing hearth, the mistletoe lining the cieling, the candles...all of it was beautiful and amazing. Harry could see snow gently falling towards the blanketed ground. His gaze drifted around the room that would have been crowded with the vast amount of people in it had the room not been almost as large as the Dursley's entire home. He leaned against the door frame, taking his idle time to pinpoint his friends and family.
Sirius and Severus were bantering to each other and gesticulating wildly with their arms, nearly slapping the passing Weasley twins in the face as they went to join Lee at one of the windows to stare at the ivory percipitation coating the landscaped lawn of Malfoy Manor. Remus was rolling his eyes at his lovers antics and Harry knew from that face that it was one of Sirius's and Severus's numerous arguments that usually ended up in all three of them having animalistic sex afterwards. Harry refrained from imagining it. It was like imaging one's parents.
He saw Ron helping Molly and Hermione carry in trays of Molly's homemade hot chocolate, the stream dancing and twirling, alternating between red and green. Arthur was assisting a very pregnant Fleur to the leather couches while Bill grabbed some pillows to make his French wife more comfortable. Ginny was giggling on Dean's lap as he tickled her into giving him kisses. Oliver was holding Percy as they warmed themselves in front of the fire. Charlie and Lucius were adding the finishing touches to the fir. Tonks and Luna were making retching motions at Blaise who was trying to strangle Seamus with his tongue. Harry's heart minutely clenched in his chest while the poison-barbed arrow of envy lodged itself firmly. Everyone he knew was happy and commited to loving relationships.
"What's got you in a mood, Harry?" Sirius asked, surprising Harry. The bespecaled boy shifted his vision to where Sirius had been only to see it was empty; Remus and Severus were joining Lucius and Charlie. Harry flashed Sirius a brilliant grin to mask the truth.
"Nothing. Just...content to be surrounded by all this cheer." Harry shrugged, keeping his face trained to show no emotion but the lie of merriment that he had grown accustomed to wearing. "Why aren't you with Remus and Severus?"
Sirius led them to one of the empty couches near the parlor at the rear end of the room. "Unlike Remus and Severus, I dont like Lucius. Nothing's going to change my mind. I dont trust Lucius as far as I could throw him. Charlie made a mistake bedding that slut."
Harry frowned at his godfather's sentiments. "They seem to be happy, Sirius. I wouldn't take that away from anyone even if they deserve it. You forget that Lucius saved you from beyond the Veil." Sirius snorted. "He didnt have to."
"He did it so the Ministry wouldn't send him to Azkaban. He knew Voldie wouldn't last long. I'm going to get some of Molly's drink. Do you want some?" Harry shook his head. "Alright." Sirius sent Harry a searching and suspicious look. Trembling inside but smiling exteriorily, Harry warded any sort of questions off. Sirius patted his shoulder and left.
Harry felt lonely. Everyone was involved with themselves at the moment and weren't paying any heed to Harry. He figured no one would miss him if he disappeared. Vacating the party, he stepped into the corridor. It was frighteningly quiet as he journeyed further from the room, the only light coming from the torches on the walls. Long shadows had Harry's childish nightmares looming horrifically from his imagination. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as a chill swept past him.
The hall came to an abrupt end with sliding glass doors leading to the outside. Curious, Harry stepped through them, face glowing with the silver light from the quarter moon in it's perch high above the coniferous trees lining the glade. Harry followed the tracks in the snow, forgetting that inside there was a roaring fire, people who cared for him, and the reminder that he was so alone. All he saw was a figure seated on the snow and golden locks glistening under the moon's rays.
Harry's boot crunched the snow and he mentally cursed himself. He hadn't wanted to startle Draco. The boy tilted his chin, the only inclination that he knew Harry was there. Seating himself beside of Draco, Harry gazed at what had drawn Draco's attentions. The view was beautiful. A lake that was partially frozen reflected the moon, scales of the fish shining like tiny rainbow shards of diamonds. A family of deer skirted the edge of the lake before vanishing into the forest. Snow drops, Glacier Lilies, and Lenten Roses blossomed tranquilly, adding aroma and a splash of color.
However, the most beautiful aspect was the creature next to him. Harry studied Draco intently. Platinum locks of flaxen strands were haloed and seemed to acquire the silver quality that the moon possessed. His completely leaden oculates were gleaming and had Harry not been enamoured by the shine, it would have been more feral then fascinating. Draco's pale flesh blended divinely with the ivory crystals around him, dark robes a stark contrast. Merlin, how could anyone be that attractive?
"Take a picture, it lasts longer," the dry voice cut through Harry's intimate musings. Blushing to the roots of his hair, Harry was thankful Draco wasn't looking at him. "Why are you here, Potter?" Turning those radiant eyes on him, Harry found himself unable to answer immediately. Draco snorted. "You felt the need to intrude on my sanctuary. How typical of you."
Harry couldn't tear his own vivid green eyes from Draco's lustrous ones. "Honest, I didnt know you were out here. Am I bothering you Malfoy?" Draco hned, ignoring the question and focusing once again on the distant horizon. Taking it as a negation to what he'd inquired, Harry hugged his knees to his chest and rested his head on his arms, not letting the cold get to him even as if shivered.
Draco glanced at Harry. The boy was trying his hardest not to let his discomfort show. Going against initial reasoning to just let Harry freeze, Draco unclapsed the heavy winter robes and draped half across Harry. He moved closer, their bodies touching and drawing warmth from one another. "We can't have you going into hypothermia. I would be pegged as your killer," Draco said, justifying his reasons as Harry regarded him those gorgeous emerald gems in confusion.
"Of course," Harry chuckled weakly, hating that it sounded like a nervous titter. "What other reason could you have?" His entire body was igniting with tiny fires spreading from various places from his fingertips to engulph his loins in a blazing inferno. It felt wonderful to be so close to another person. It felt like nothing else he'd ever experienced. Being physically attracted to Draco was an easy task and to be shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh with the seductively appealing Malfoy was almost more then Harry's senses could take before going into overload. Had this been any other time or any other place, Harry figured he would have given into natural impulses and ran away before he caused himself embarrassment. Being with Draco in such a holy place that Draco regarded with the utmost care and knowing that Draco had given him permission to stay was what made Harry do the impossible; something he would have never done had he been in the right frame of mind.
So long without affection and the yearning for any sort of connection aided Harry's decision. Harry grabbed Draco by his shoulders, taking the smaller boy by surprise and lowered him to the ground. Blonde hair framed Draco's face, snow soaking the tendrils. Harry shifted in between Draco's spread legs, robe entangling them in a cocoon. Tuning the protests from his mind out and listening to his heart, Harry pressed his lips against Draco's. Draco laid perfectly still underneath Harry, eyes open wide and heart pounding with fear, anger, and another peculiar one. Chapped lips moved against unresponsive smoothe ones and hands tangled in soaked hair, coaxing Draco into joining. Hesitant arms wrapped themselves around a broad back.
Living for the moment and dimissing the fact that they were rivals, that they hated each other, and that this entire union was a mistake brought from the heavy feelings of loneliness and desperation, the two ignored their minds fervent shouts to cease the liasion. Harry lips trailed to the regal throat, latching on and pressing frenzied kisses to the almond- tasting skin. Draco shuddered his eyes close, arching from the ground. Fingers worked diligently at the clasp of the dress robes, eagerly wanting to savour the skin beneath. As Harry's mouth descended onto a rosy nipple, the crash of reality toppled onto Draco at tsunami proportions.
Eyes shooting open, Draco pushed the bewildered Harry from atop him. In a calm voice that was a deadly whisper Draco said, "Never touch me again. I will not subject myself to your idea of a game. I thought that perhaps seducing someone like they were a common whore was beneath you Potter but I suppose I was wrong in my evaluating you." Draco pivoted on his heel and without a backwards glance at Harry, he stalked to the Manor.
Harry's mouth moved but no words came. He fixed the folds in his clothes, wiping the snow that stuck to him like burrs. He hadn't been playing a game with Draco though he had to admit he had been trying to seduce Draco but not for the reasons Draco obviously thought. Harry shoved his hands into his pockets, heart heavy. How could he get Draco to see that he hadn't wanted to treat Draco like he was a whore. Was it concerns about who was seme and who was uke?
Harry sighed. He didn't even know what he wanted. He had wanted to take Draco right then and there. What if they had copulated? What came after that? Uncomfortable glances at each other and nervous chattering? They barely could tolerate each other before. Draco wouldn't go from abhoring to loving in a few minutes span. Harry ran his hands through his hair, throughouly lost. He didnt even like Draco. Draco was a snobbish git but he couldn't deny his bodies attractions. Could it ever go beyond physical? Could he learn to care for Draco?
Draco wouldnt forgive him but Harry was determined to try to make Draco see that Draco wasn't just some sort of toy. Harry entered the reception room and was greeted by a worried Sirius. Draco wasn't there but Harry hadn't expected him to be. Perhaps by Christmas Eve, Draco would be his...
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Ko-chan, tati1(i am pleased you like it XD) Alex Destine, Gia, Draco-n-Ron 4 ever, Saavik13 (lol :P) Berri516, Anna57 (hormones in this chappie for you. muhaha)
warnings: male x male
disclaimers: not mine ^^*.*^^
ugh, I was listening to the Spice Girls when writing this. ::blushes:: Go listen to Viva Forever. Goes well with this chapter.
Chapter 3
The hubbub of merriment in the reception room was enough to raise Harry's spirits from dull to somewhat joyful. The huge fir, the blazing hearth, the mistletoe lining the cieling, the candles...all of it was beautiful and amazing. Harry could see snow gently falling towards the blanketed ground. His gaze drifted around the room that would have been crowded with the vast amount of people in it had the room not been almost as large as the Dursley's entire home. He leaned against the door frame, taking his idle time to pinpoint his friends and family.
Sirius and Severus were bantering to each other and gesticulating wildly with their arms, nearly slapping the passing Weasley twins in the face as they went to join Lee at one of the windows to stare at the ivory percipitation coating the landscaped lawn of Malfoy Manor. Remus was rolling his eyes at his lovers antics and Harry knew from that face that it was one of Sirius's and Severus's numerous arguments that usually ended up in all three of them having animalistic sex afterwards. Harry refrained from imagining it. It was like imaging one's parents.
He saw Ron helping Molly and Hermione carry in trays of Molly's homemade hot chocolate, the stream dancing and twirling, alternating between red and green. Arthur was assisting a very pregnant Fleur to the leather couches while Bill grabbed some pillows to make his French wife more comfortable. Ginny was giggling on Dean's lap as he tickled her into giving him kisses. Oliver was holding Percy as they warmed themselves in front of the fire. Charlie and Lucius were adding the finishing touches to the fir. Tonks and Luna were making retching motions at Blaise who was trying to strangle Seamus with his tongue. Harry's heart minutely clenched in his chest while the poison-barbed arrow of envy lodged itself firmly. Everyone he knew was happy and commited to loving relationships.
"What's got you in a mood, Harry?" Sirius asked, surprising Harry. The bespecaled boy shifted his vision to where Sirius had been only to see it was empty; Remus and Severus were joining Lucius and Charlie. Harry flashed Sirius a brilliant grin to mask the truth.
"Nothing. Just...content to be surrounded by all this cheer." Harry shrugged, keeping his face trained to show no emotion but the lie of merriment that he had grown accustomed to wearing. "Why aren't you with Remus and Severus?"
Sirius led them to one of the empty couches near the parlor at the rear end of the room. "Unlike Remus and Severus, I dont like Lucius. Nothing's going to change my mind. I dont trust Lucius as far as I could throw him. Charlie made a mistake bedding that slut."
Harry frowned at his godfather's sentiments. "They seem to be happy, Sirius. I wouldn't take that away from anyone even if they deserve it. You forget that Lucius saved you from beyond the Veil." Sirius snorted. "He didnt have to."
"He did it so the Ministry wouldn't send him to Azkaban. He knew Voldie wouldn't last long. I'm going to get some of Molly's drink. Do you want some?" Harry shook his head. "Alright." Sirius sent Harry a searching and suspicious look. Trembling inside but smiling exteriorily, Harry warded any sort of questions off. Sirius patted his shoulder and left.
Harry felt lonely. Everyone was involved with themselves at the moment and weren't paying any heed to Harry. He figured no one would miss him if he disappeared. Vacating the party, he stepped into the corridor. It was frighteningly quiet as he journeyed further from the room, the only light coming from the torches on the walls. Long shadows had Harry's childish nightmares looming horrifically from his imagination. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as a chill swept past him.
The hall came to an abrupt end with sliding glass doors leading to the outside. Curious, Harry stepped through them, face glowing with the silver light from the quarter moon in it's perch high above the coniferous trees lining the glade. Harry followed the tracks in the snow, forgetting that inside there was a roaring fire, people who cared for him, and the reminder that he was so alone. All he saw was a figure seated on the snow and golden locks glistening under the moon's rays.
Harry's boot crunched the snow and he mentally cursed himself. He hadn't wanted to startle Draco. The boy tilted his chin, the only inclination that he knew Harry was there. Seating himself beside of Draco, Harry gazed at what had drawn Draco's attentions. The view was beautiful. A lake that was partially frozen reflected the moon, scales of the fish shining like tiny rainbow shards of diamonds. A family of deer skirted the edge of the lake before vanishing into the forest. Snow drops, Glacier Lilies, and Lenten Roses blossomed tranquilly, adding aroma and a splash of color.
However, the most beautiful aspect was the creature next to him. Harry studied Draco intently. Platinum locks of flaxen strands were haloed and seemed to acquire the silver quality that the moon possessed. His completely leaden oculates were gleaming and had Harry not been enamoured by the shine, it would have been more feral then fascinating. Draco's pale flesh blended divinely with the ivory crystals around him, dark robes a stark contrast. Merlin, how could anyone be that attractive?
"Take a picture, it lasts longer," the dry voice cut through Harry's intimate musings. Blushing to the roots of his hair, Harry was thankful Draco wasn't looking at him. "Why are you here, Potter?" Turning those radiant eyes on him, Harry found himself unable to answer immediately. Draco snorted. "You felt the need to intrude on my sanctuary. How typical of you."
Harry couldn't tear his own vivid green eyes from Draco's lustrous ones. "Honest, I didnt know you were out here. Am I bothering you Malfoy?" Draco hned, ignoring the question and focusing once again on the distant horizon. Taking it as a negation to what he'd inquired, Harry hugged his knees to his chest and rested his head on his arms, not letting the cold get to him even as if shivered.
Draco glanced at Harry. The boy was trying his hardest not to let his discomfort show. Going against initial reasoning to just let Harry freeze, Draco unclapsed the heavy winter robes and draped half across Harry. He moved closer, their bodies touching and drawing warmth from one another. "We can't have you going into hypothermia. I would be pegged as your killer," Draco said, justifying his reasons as Harry regarded him those gorgeous emerald gems in confusion.
"Of course," Harry chuckled weakly, hating that it sounded like a nervous titter. "What other reason could you have?" His entire body was igniting with tiny fires spreading from various places from his fingertips to engulph his loins in a blazing inferno. It felt wonderful to be so close to another person. It felt like nothing else he'd ever experienced. Being physically attracted to Draco was an easy task and to be shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh with the seductively appealing Malfoy was almost more then Harry's senses could take before going into overload. Had this been any other time or any other place, Harry figured he would have given into natural impulses and ran away before he caused himself embarrassment. Being with Draco in such a holy place that Draco regarded with the utmost care and knowing that Draco had given him permission to stay was what made Harry do the impossible; something he would have never done had he been in the right frame of mind.
So long without affection and the yearning for any sort of connection aided Harry's decision. Harry grabbed Draco by his shoulders, taking the smaller boy by surprise and lowered him to the ground. Blonde hair framed Draco's face, snow soaking the tendrils. Harry shifted in between Draco's spread legs, robe entangling them in a cocoon. Tuning the protests from his mind out and listening to his heart, Harry pressed his lips against Draco's. Draco laid perfectly still underneath Harry, eyes open wide and heart pounding with fear, anger, and another peculiar one. Chapped lips moved against unresponsive smoothe ones and hands tangled in soaked hair, coaxing Draco into joining. Hesitant arms wrapped themselves around a broad back.
Living for the moment and dimissing the fact that they were rivals, that they hated each other, and that this entire union was a mistake brought from the heavy feelings of loneliness and desperation, the two ignored their minds fervent shouts to cease the liasion. Harry lips trailed to the regal throat, latching on and pressing frenzied kisses to the almond- tasting skin. Draco shuddered his eyes close, arching from the ground. Fingers worked diligently at the clasp of the dress robes, eagerly wanting to savour the skin beneath. As Harry's mouth descended onto a rosy nipple, the crash of reality toppled onto Draco at tsunami proportions.
Eyes shooting open, Draco pushed the bewildered Harry from atop him. In a calm voice that was a deadly whisper Draco said, "Never touch me again. I will not subject myself to your idea of a game. I thought that perhaps seducing someone like they were a common whore was beneath you Potter but I suppose I was wrong in my evaluating you." Draco pivoted on his heel and without a backwards glance at Harry, he stalked to the Manor.
Harry's mouth moved but no words came. He fixed the folds in his clothes, wiping the snow that stuck to him like burrs. He hadn't been playing a game with Draco though he had to admit he had been trying to seduce Draco but not for the reasons Draco obviously thought. Harry shoved his hands into his pockets, heart heavy. How could he get Draco to see that he hadn't wanted to treat Draco like he was a whore. Was it concerns about who was seme and who was uke?
Harry sighed. He didn't even know what he wanted. He had wanted to take Draco right then and there. What if they had copulated? What came after that? Uncomfortable glances at each other and nervous chattering? They barely could tolerate each other before. Draco wouldn't go from abhoring to loving in a few minutes span. Harry ran his hands through his hair, throughouly lost. He didnt even like Draco. Draco was a snobbish git but he couldn't deny his bodies attractions. Could it ever go beyond physical? Could he learn to care for Draco?
Draco wouldnt forgive him but Harry was determined to try to make Draco see that Draco wasn't just some sort of toy. Harry entered the reception room and was greeted by a worried Sirius. Draco wasn't there but Harry hadn't expected him to be. Perhaps by Christmas Eve, Draco would be his...
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Thanks for reviewing! :)
Ko-chan, tati1(i am pleased you like it XD) Alex Destine, Gia, Draco-n-Ron 4 ever, Saavik13 (lol :P) Berri516, Anna57 (hormones in this chappie for you. muhaha)