My December
By Elly Malfoy
**Repost**
A/N: Warning: OotP spoilers! Contains slash (male and male pairings), so if this offends you, please don't continue reading, it will only get worse from this chapter on.
A/N2: To my lovely ladies: You two rock! I don't know what I'd become if it weren't for you two. PixieStar1 and Jennifer, please takes these cookies as my gift of appreciation. I know it's not much, but, well, it's all I can afford until I get my pay check.
A/N3: Reviews, reviews, and more reviews. I can't get enough of them! Here are my thank yous for all those who reviewed from the last chapter!
Luna Aelf Writer: lol. Oh, well, we'll just see what those two have in store for each other this chapter!
PixieStar1: No, I really didn't mean for it to do that. I tried to fix it, but it didn't work. *sniff* Thanks again!
ciceronian: Yay! I think you might like this chapter, it's chock full of slashyness!
iMaxed: Thanks, so to make for the shortness of the last chapter, here's a longer one! I feel for Harry, don't you? I know, kissing in front of Dumbledore is kind of, um, yeah! Thanks for reviewing!
Eadon: *trembles at your feet* I'm sorry! Don't cry! Here's a long, good chapter for you! I did miss your reviews! *sniff* But I'm glad you're back and I'll keep that shower scene in mind! Lol! Is your fic posted yet!? Tell me when you have it up and I'll give it a look over! Thanks!
pheonixelmental: Why thank you! Well, I guess we'll get along just fine! Yeah, Draco, listen to pheonix! Actually it was on Peter Jennings' show. However, I love mugglenet.com! I go on every chance I get. I'm just loving my week long vacation! *sigh*
Curious Dream Weaver: lol, I would say so! I know, I'd like to sock Draco on his pointy little nose! "Hey!" Sorry, Draco, I still love you! Thank you, thank you. Here's your update!
A/N4: Has anyone noticed that the plot is not going according to the summary? This is where it begins to tie all in. Sorry about the tangent of the prophecy, had to get the two together somehow. So, now this is where the real My December beings (the story, not the song. The song will begin when, you know, so that will be your warning.)
Okay, now to the story.
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Chapter Nine: Trick or Treat
Hooded figures and their expressionless faces gathered around their leader. Tonight was the night that their master would reveal his plan for the war to them. They were all eager, but they did not show it. Showing emotion meant that you were weak, and Death Eaters were not weak.
"Tonight," the hiss rang throughout the wooded area, "I've decided to reveal to you my plan. This time, I will not tolerate failure. We will triumph over the side of good and will not let a measly sixteen year old boy stop us!" His red eyes peered through the crowd. "Malfoy," he called.
One of the hooded men stepped forward and knelt down to kiss his master's robes. "Yes, master?" he replied, not looking up.
"It has come to my attention that your only heir has chosen to fight against us, is that correct?"
"I'm afraid it is, My Lord," the elder Malfoy answered.
"Very well, take you place," he motioned to the empty place in the circle. "I have heard that there is another prophecy that our Mr. Potter and Young Malfoy share. It seems that Dumbledore believes that the two together could actually stop us," he cackled evilly. Laughter filled the air. "I assure you that those two children cannot stop us." The crowed cheered. "Tonight, we shall celebrate out victory!"
***
"Harry, you can't be serious," Hermione gasped.
"It's not a big deal, Hermione," he replied, grabbing his invisibility cloak. "I'll be back soon, don't worry," he smiled and ran out of the common room before the bushy haired girl could reply. 'Thank goodness,' he thought to himself, 'I thought I would never get out of there.' He slipped on his father's cloak and pulled out his map. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered and tapped it with his wand. 'Okay, Filch is in his office with Mrs. Norris, all the teachers are in their rooms, and…'
"Potter, you shouldn't be out of your common room after hours," Malfoy drawled from the shadows.
Harry pulled off the cloak and turned around to face the blonde, "Neither should you."
"Ah, well, since I'm a prefect, I think I have the authority to wander the corridors to catch naughty little boys like yourself out late at night," the blonde walked seductively up to Harry and stopped inches from him.
Harry gulped. 'Does he always have to do this?' "Still, that doesn't give you the right to stalk me," Harry snapped.
"Stalking is such a harsh word, it's more like hunting," he smirked. (A/N: *falls out of chair*) (B/N: * Also falls out of chair… * * Squee! *)
Harry shook his head, "That is the worst pick up line I've ever heard. I expected better from you, Malfoy."
"It's seems that you, Mr. Potter, have found a little spunk," Malfoy began to circle the other boy slowly.
"Yes, well," he choked out. "I'll just be going now," he began to walk away.
"Where, may I ask, are you going tonight?"
"I don't think it's any of your business," Harry retorted and left.
"Potter! POTTER! Wait up," the blonde began to chase after him.
Harry stopped and spun around and was immediately knocked over by the blonde prefect running towards him at full speed. The two landed in a pile of tangled limbs.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd got off of me, Malfoy," Harry grunted as he tried to push the smaller blonde off of him.
"Oh, I don't know, I think I kind of like this," Malfoy smirked.
"Well, as much as we like it, I do have somewhere to be. So, if you don't mind," Harry let the suggestion trail off.
"So, you do enjoy it, don't you Potter? The fact that someone has power over you?" The blonde lifted an eyebrow.
"Malfoy, get off," Harry demanded.
"Not until you answer my question," the blonde put on a stern face and looked Harry in the eyes.
"Well, I'm not going to answer your stupid question, so get off," Harry tried to push him once again, but for a small boy, Draco was incredibly strong.
"Don't mind if I do," he smiled and starting rocking their hips together.
"Malfoy," Harry whimpered, "Please stop."
"Mmmm, I know that's not what you want," he rocked faster.
"Please!" Harry cried. He couldn't help it, but the sensation was washing over him. He started to move his hips in sync with the blonde's, causing the most wonderful friction.
"HARRY?!" the two boys heard a girl scream. The two boys immediately stopped and looked to the direction of the shrill.
"HERMIONE?!" Harry's eyes widened and pushed Malfoy off of him. "It's not what you think," he started.
"Well, it most certainly looks like it," she snapped as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Okay, maybe it was, but," he tried to explain, but he knew he couldn't.
"But what? Is this what you've been doing when you say you go to the kitchen for food? IS IT!?!" she yelled.
"No, Hermione," Harry walked towards her, trying to calm her down.
"Or when you said you've been going to the owlery? Or to visit Hagrid?!"
"Hermione, that's not it at all. I've been going to all those places…"
"But stopping to shag Malfoy on the way, right?" she huffed.
"No, Hermione, that's not it at all. I haven't… I'll never…" Harry stammered. He heard Malfoy snicker from behind.
"Then what is this?!"
"See, I was going to see Professor Dumbledore, but Malfoy caught me…"
"So, you did lie about going to the kitchen," she snapped.
"Yes, well…"
"Have you really been going to those places, Harry?"
"No, but I can explain!"
"Don't even try, Harry James Potter," she stepped closer to him with an evil glint in her eyes. "You've been off shagging Malfoy and you know it. Malfoy! Malfoy! Harry, how could you?!"
"Hermione, I haven't shagged anyone. I've been going to see Dumbledore, I swear!"
"Miss Granger, he is telling the truth," the three heard a feeble voice behind them.
"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione acknowledged.
"Good evening, Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy," he nodded to each.
"I'm sorry for being out this late, Professor, but I wanted to know if Harry," Dumbledore held up a hand to stop the inevitable long explanation from Hermione.
"I know, Miss Granger, I would like to explain that Mr. Potter has been coming to see me secretly because of certain reasons. Although, tonight," he turned to Malfoy, "he was delayed on his arrival." The blonde smirked and glanced at the blushing Harry.
"I, uh," the Gryffindor prefect was lost for words.
"You may return to your common room, Miss Granger. Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, please follow me," he nodded curtly to Hermione and turned to lead the two boys.
"After you," Malfoy head out his arm and bowed. Harry rolled his eyes and followed their headmaster.
***
"Please sit." The boys were use to this by now and took their usual seats. "Mr. Malfoy, I want to let you know that I understand it is a natural feeling to have these urges, but I do ask you to not let them interfere with our meetings."
"Sorry, Professor," Malfoy smirked, not feeling one bit sorry for what he had done.
"Yes, well, let's not let it happen again," Dumbledore smiled and turned to Harry. "I was expecting a longer meeting tonight, but other business has come up. I apologize, but I'm afraid tonight's training will have to be canceled."
"I understand, Professor," Harry sighed in relief, training every night was just too much for him.
"Good, good, you two may return to you dorms," he nodded.
"Good night, Professor," Harry stood and started to walk to the door. Malfoy nodded and followed Harry out of the room.
"Good night, indeed," Malfoy said from behind Harry.
The raven-haired boy stopped and rounded on the other boy. "You know that I have to explain this to my friends now, don't you?"
"Did you figure that out yourself?" Malfoy replied sarcastically.
"Listen, Malfoy, why don't you just stay away from me until I get this all sorted out?"
"Well, that wouldn't be fun," Malfoy walked closer. Centimeters from Harry's lips, he continued, "How many times have I said that I know it's not what you want?"
Harry gulped and tried to back up, but whenever he was close to Draco his body wouldn't work. He closed his eyes and breathed in his favorite scent. He could feel Malfoy smirk and leaned forward. He felt the soft, full lips of the blonde on his.
Malfoy snaked his hands around Harry's waist and pulled him closer. Harry's brain told him that this wasn't right, but his body and his heart told him other wise. He felt his arms slide up Malfoy's and around his neck. He wove his hands into the silky blonde hair of the other boy and pushed him deeper into the kiss.
Malfoy smiled into the kiss and licked Harry's bottom lip to gain the access they both wanted, which he was gladly granted. Malfoy explored Harry's mouth with enthusiasm. The warmth and moisture of his mouth filled Draco with a sense of excitement that he had never felt when he had kissed other people. He moaned as Harry started to explore his mouth with equal fervor. Harry began to lead Draco to somewhere unknown and irrelevant.
Draco hit his head against the wall, but he didn't care. Harry mumbled an apology and went back to Draco's mouth. His hands dug deeper into the silver locks and messed up its usual plastered look. Harry became aware of Draco's arousal when the blonde started back where they left off in the hallway. Harry's eyes shot open and he backed away.
"M..M..Malfoy?" Harry stuttered.
"Harry," Draco whined.
"I, erm," the brunette was at loss of words.
Malfoy shook his head and pulled the other boy back onto his lips. Harry protested at first, the he couldn't resist the taste of the fair-haired boy. Malfoy continued his movements against Harry's thigh.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Harry pulled away and started to walk away.
"Harry," Draco whined again. "Potter! GODDAMIT! GET BACK HERE AND FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!" the blonde shouted after him.
Harry heard footsteps gaining speed behind him, so he sped up and took off to his common room, not looking back.
***
"Ron, I just can't explain what I saw," Hermione paced in front of the fire place.
"Well, couldn't you at least try?" the red head asked his girlfriend.
"It's just too… Harry?" Hermione turned her attention to the boy coming into the common room.
"Hey," he said quietly, sitting on the couch across from Ron.
"Hermione was just telling me she saw something in the hallway," Ron informed him, which, in turn, made Harry's eyes widen. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Yes, Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione walked and sat down by Ron.
"N..Nothing's wrong," Harry clearly lied.
"I think you've done enough lying tonight, Harry," Hermione's lip curled.
"What is she talking about?" Ron's faced scrunched up in confusion.
"I think you should tell him," she turned to Harry, but he wouldn't answer. "Harry, you better tell him or I will."
"Tell me what?" Ron asked.
"Tell you that I caught Harry and Malfoy in a compromising position in the middle of the hallway tonight," Hermione replied for Harry.
"Well, Harry and Malfoy always fight," Ron stated.
"No, you twit, not that kind of position," Hermione slapped her boyfriend on the back of the head.
"Then what are you talking about?"
"I swear, Ron, if you were any slower," she tutted. "Malfoy was on top of Harry…" she tried to explain. It took a few minutes before Ron's eyes widen and his face screwed up in disgust.
"Harry, that's… it's… I…" Ron rambled.
"I can explain," Harry started.
"No, I don't want to know," Ron held his hands to his ears. "Bad mental images," he mumbled to himself.
"I'm listening," Hermione's lips stretched to a straight, thin line.
"Okay," Harry took in a deep breath, "Remember what the sorting hat sang at the sorting ceremony? Okay, Dumbledore asked Malfoy and I to come to his office after the feast, remember? Yes, well, he told us that we were the ones who were supposed to fall in love. I couldn't believe it at first, and I didn't want to believe it. Then, that night and every night since then, I've been having dreams about Malfoy and they've been getting more detailed each time."
"So, what does that have to do with what I saw you two doing?" Hermione snapped.
"I guess, I don't know, maybe I feel something for him," Harry shrugged.
"Hatred?" Ron tried.
"Yes, but something else. I don't know," Harry trailed off.
"That's disgusting," Ron clapped his hands to his ears again.
"I think Ron has a point, Harry. I know you can't help who you have feelings for, but Malfoy just isn't acceptable."
"DO YOU THINK I LIKE HOW I FEEL? I'M ALREADY TREATED LIKE A FREAK WITH THIS SCAR ON MY HEAD, AND NOW I FIND OUT THAT I'M GAY AND I LIKE MALFOY! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, HERMIONE!"
"Harry, calm down," Hermione held up her hands.
"CALM DOWN? YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY TWO BEST RIENDS ARE TELLING ME THAT I'M SICK BECAUSE I LIKE ANOTHER BOY?"
"We never said you were sick," Hermione snapped.
"NO, BUT YOU IMPLIED IT," Harry stepped closer to the couple on the couch.
"Harry," Ron started.
"No, forget it. I don't want to hear it. I've had enough of this. I'm going to bed," Harry stomped off towards his dorm room.
***
It had been three days since the outburst in the Gryffindor common room and three days since Harry talked to his two 'best friends.' Harry had sat at the end of the Gryffindor table during meals, sat with Neville in classes, and went to bed early so he could avoid talking to Ron. That night just so happen to be Halloween, the night witches and wizards celebrated friendships and romances.
"Harry, you should really go talk to them, they look so miserable without you," Rebecca Towns, a fourth year Gryffindor he had befriended, told him.
"No, I wasn't the one who thought that they were sick. I wasn't the one who frowned upon their relationship. I'm not going to apologize. I was willing to keep it a secret."
"Harry," Serenity walked up and sat next to him. "Do you think that keeping it a secret was going to make it any better? Isn't better that they heard it from you and not someone else?"
"Yes, actually, I would have thought it would have been better, then I wouldn't have to hear what they really think about me," he poked at his chicken.
"Serenity," Harry looked up and saw Draco walk up.
"Cousin Draco," she smiled.
"Potter, may I have a word with you?"
"Now's not the time, Malfoy," Harry looked back down at his food.
"Oh, I think it's the perfect time. So get up, NOW!" the blonde demanded. Harry didn't have the strength to argue, his scar was throbbing out of control and he had a headache from all of the tension between him and his so called best friends. So, he got up and followed Malfoy out of the Great Hall.
"How did it go?" Malfoy asked amused.
"Is that what this is all about? You asked me to come out here so you can make fun of me?" Harry began to shout.
"NO, no, I just wanted to know," Malfoy backed up.
"Well, isn't it obvious, they disowned me," he partly lied.
"You don't need them anyway," Malfoy smirked and stepped closer.
"Listen, I don't have time for this," Harry began to walk away when Draco placed an arm in front of Harry to stop him.
"I want to give you a present," the blonde grinned, his eyes showing signs of mischief.
"Present?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yes, Halloween is a time for witches and wizards to show signs of friendship or, ahem, something else," he lifted an eyebrow.
"What are you playing at?" Harry backed up.
"Happy Halloween, Harry," Draco smiled and pulled him close.
Harry's eyes widened at the surprise attack on his lips, but relaxed into it. Malfoy's arms made their way around Harry's waist, they rested on his butt where Malfoy squeezed it tight and pulled him closer. Harry yelped in surprise and Draco snickered. Harry found the only way to shut the boy up was to keep his mouth occupied.
Malfoy pulled away and looked into the emerald orbs in front of him. "Follow me," he said and took off down the corridor. Harry hesitated a moment, but then soon followed.
***
"The Slytherin common room?" Harry asked as he finally caught up with the boy.
"How did you know?" Malfoy turned with a raised eye brow.
"I was guessing," he lied, remembering his second year.
"Salazar's Serpent," he told a random spot on the wall, which slid to the side, opening to the room behind it.
"Let's go, Potter, they'll be back soon," Malfoy said impatiently as he walked across the room. Harry followed him as he marveled at the size of the area, it had to be three sizes bigger than Gryffindor Tower. Malfoy stopped in front of a door, which had to be his room, and opened it.
There were four four-poster beds, just like his own, except draped with green curtains and covered with green and silver sheets.
"Welcome, to my domain," Malfoy drawled, stepping closer to Harry. He grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him over to his bed. "This is where all the fun happens," the blonde smiled and pulled out his wand. Giving it a few waves, he place several wards and silencing charms on the door, then tossed it somewhere behind him.
"And exactly how much fun do you have?" Harry raised his own eyebrow.
"None, absolutely none," the blonde smiled innocently. Harry was about to come back with some retort, but Malfoy quickly slammed their lips together. Harry startled by this, tried to push Malfoy off, so he could yell at him. However, the Slytherin had a good grip of his collar and pulled both of them onto the bed.
Draco moaned as he felt the weight of the other boy fall on top of him. Harry smiled at this and began his own seduction. He began to repeat the motions that got him in trouble with his friends a few nights before. Draco's eyes shot open when he felt the other boy grind against him. 'I'm supposed to be the one to seduce him,' he thought stubbornly. So, he began to match the movements of the other boy. Harry moaned and stopped.
"You're not going to leave again, are you, Potter?" Malfoy snapped.
Harry ignored him and took off their robes and climbed to the middle of the bed. 'Who cares what Ron and Hermione think?' he thought as he pulled the blonde closer; placing soft kisses on his lips and then leaving a trail of them down his neck. Malfoy closed his eyes and lifted his head so he could give Harry better access. Harry began to bite and lick random spots on Draco's neck, the blonde growled and pushed Harry down onto his bed.
"You're going to drive me crazy," he told the green eyed hero. Harry smiled and arched his back telling Malfoy to shut up. The blonde lifted an eyebrow and lowered his hips and rocked once quickly against Harry, causing the brunette to lift his hips again, urging him to do it again. The blonde obliged and rocked twice this time. Harry was getting frustrated with the blonde and grabbed his hips and pushed the blonde against his now hardened member. He began slowly rocking them together, keeping a wonderfully rhythmic pace.
Draco finally gave up on his games and joined in their movements, meeting all of Harry's movements. Harry sighed in relief and pulled the other boy down to his lips while continuing their movements. Draco left his favorite lips and placed kisses along Harry's jaw line. He moved to Harry's ear, nipping it and sucking on his lobe. He whispered sweet nothing's in his ear before he asked, "Are you ready?"
"What?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"Are you ready for sex?" Draco asked bluntly, making Harry stop.
"I… you… sex?" he stammered.
"Yes," Malfoy said calmly.
"No, not really," Harry pulled back and looked into the stormy gray eyes of Draco's. They looked disappointed and upset.
"Right," Draco got up.
"But that doesn't mean…"
"Yeah, whatever," the blonde rolled off of Harry and went to pick up his robe and handed Harry his own.
"Malfoy…"
"Forget it," he snapped.
"Is that all you want me for, sex?" Harry yelled.
"Is that all I want from anyone?" Malfoy shot back.
"I can't believe you! I've fought with my friends and went against what I believed in for you, and all you wanted was sex?!" Harry snatched his robe from the boy.
"Sorry to waste you time," he replied sarcastically.
"GODDAMIT, MALFOY! There is more to relationships than just sex!"
"Who said we were in a relationship?"
"I… but you… forget it! YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING PRAT SOMETIMES!" the Gryffindor yelled before he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Always seem to mess it up, don't you Malfoy?" the boy said into the empty room.
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. Sorry about chapter eight, I don't know what's wrong with it. I can't fix it, my computer is being a butt. Hopefully this chapter will work out better!
*sniff* And I thought those two where going to finally get together. Was that the best I could do? A dry-hump scene, well a couple of them, yes, it was. Muwahahahaha… *cough cough* Sorry. Let's just tell me how evil I am and that I should be locked away and never be heard from again!
Pixie: *melts* Oh. My. God. *Throws Draco and Harry plushies at Elly's head for being so evil* No! They have to get together! Aiigh!!! *sobs* Hmmm… That was good…
