Why hello out there! Yes, yes... I know that it's been a while since I've updated this fic, but hey... that's what you get when you have to work all the time. Anyways, I promise that I will make regular updates to this... at least one every few weeks until it's done. So have no fears... and yes, I tell myself that you get really upset when you don't see any new chapters up... (sweatdrop)...
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Draco had forgotten all about his horrible day with his 'friends' shopping for Christmas presents when he ran from the Shrieking Shack, Harry right behind him, out into the soft falling snow. Having his owl take back his purchases to his dorm room, Draco didn't have to worry about watching over them, which was more than his could say for his boyfriend. The poor boy had three bags that seemed to be spilling over, and the little imp that seemed to pop up in Draco's mind whenever there was something devious to be planned did just that. A private smile spread over Draco's face. All he needed to do was get Harry distracted enough...
"Are you coming Potter!" Draco called playfully as Harry neared him, bending down swiftly to scoop up a handful of snow, carefully packing it into a ball.
Harry saw this and eyed Draco. "Not if you're gonna lob a hunk of snow at me."
Draco tossed his hair out of his eyes and sniffed haughtily. "Malfoy's do not 'lob hunks of snow' at people Harry. They throw them with an artful precision that takes years of practice until..." He was cut off with a snowball to his face, followed closely by Harry's laughter.
"Harry!" Draco whined as he sputtered, dropping his own lump of snow.
"You may not lob snow hunks at people, but I do." Harry said through his laughter.
Draco whined some more and scrubbed at his eyes, as they were stinging. No, they burned. Damn it they HURT! There must have been dirt in the snow that Harry threw, he thought.
Draco didn't hear Harry as he walked over to him, all he felt was his boyfriends hands gently on his wrists, pulling his own hands from his face. Draco blinked owlishly at him as Harry let go of his hands and raised his own to Draco's chilled face, cupping his cheeks in his palms and swiping the pads of his thumbs just under Draco's eyes.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, worry entering his voice.
Draco tried to sound angry with him, but couldn't. "No..." he pouted, instantly hating that he sounded so weak. "My eyes hurt."
Harry smiled slightly and told Draco to look up. Complying, Draco bit his bottom lip and waited as Harry checked his watering eyes. "Am I going to go blind?" He asked when Harry told him he could look down again.
Laughing, Harry replied, "No love. You aren't going to go blind. It's just a bit of snow."
Draco refrained from stamping his foot. "Which you threw at me when my eyes were open!"
Again Harry laughed.
"It isn't funny Potter!" Draco whined loudly. "What if there had been rocks or a twig or glass...!"
"How could there be glass in the snow?" Harry asked, bemused.
"How should I know!" The pale teen cried, "I could have permanent damage..."
For the second time Draco was cut off, but by the feel of Harry's lips against his own this time. He almost pulled away, but Harry's strong arms came up and wrapped around his slender figure, holding him close to his chest. Draco sighed into the kiss a moment later and brought his arms up to hug Harry back, weaving his hands into the hair at the base of his boyfriends neck. Somehow, even if Harry was being a complete ass, his kiss could always make it better. When they parted, Draco drew in a deep breath and leaned his head against Harry's shoulder.
"Feel better?" Harry asked into Draco's hair.
Draco nodded.
"Good..." The raven haired teen replied, and was about to say something else but Draco's little imp was faster.
Swiftly hooking his leg around Harry's, Draco pushed Harry back as he kicked his legs out from under him. Harry landed hard in the snow, a surprised and confused look on his face. Draco grinned mischievously before stepping over Harry so that one foot was on either side of the other boy before placing his hands on his slender hips. Draco quirked an elegant eyebrow as he spoke.
"You didn't think that I'd forgive you that easily did you?"
Harry blinked. "Actually... yes."
Draco paused for a moment, then attacked. Dropping to his knees, he scooped up snow in each hand as he straddled Harry. Harry tried to cover his face, but Draco was far quicker, dropping the snow onto his loves unprotected skin. Draco laughed as Harry scowled up at him, blowing the snow from his mouth.
"That wasn't funny." Harry muttered.
Draco crossed his arms. "Yes it was."
They stared at each other for a moment longer, each eyeing one another. One with a look of disgust, the other with a look of victory. They stayed that way until Draco felt something slide up his thighs towards his arse. Without breaking eye contact with the teen under him, Draco wiggled his hips a bit, bringing a moan into the chilled air around them. He had to admit that Harry looked absolutely sexy laying there in the snow, his eyes bright and his tanned skin flushed. His raven black hair was even more tousled then usual and his breaths were coming in sharp and fast. Draco couldn't help himself. Putting the palms of his hands down on Harry's chest, Draco ground his hips further into the teen beneath him, angling his thrust to show Harry just what he was thinking.
Harry was definitely of the same mind, for his hands slipped up under Draco's jacket and caressed his back. Draco shivered at the touch and closed his eyes briefly, feeling Harry move under him. When his eyes opened once more, Draco was face to face with the green eyed teen and sitting in his lap. Bringing his arms up, Draco locked them behind Harry's neck and brought his love in for a heated kiss.
Tongues battled for dominance as hands explored, and Draco's mind was reeling. He had never been with anyone that made him feel the way that Harry did, for contrary to what the school said about him, Draco Malfoy was not the type of person to sleep around. In truth, he was a virgin. The only person he had ever had 'sex' with was his own hand, for up until recently he believed that he could never open himself up in whole to anyone long enough to actually have sex with them. Up until he had started dating Harry he thought that the act of sex was rather dirty and gross. But now... Well now, all he wanted to do was tear off Harry's clothes and ravish him right here in the snow.
"...Draco?" Harry's lust edged voice asked. "Are you okay?"
Draco blinked, bringing him back into reality, realising that he had pulled away during his thoughts. "Hmm?"
Harry raised one hand to Draco's face and brushed off a snowflake that had attached itself to Draco's cheek. "Are you all right?" He asked again.
Draco smiled slightly, a ghost of his old sneer. "Of course." Harry narrowed his eyes as if he didn't believe what he was saying. Draco had a sudden thought, which he voiced in a low husky whisper. "Take me inside and I'll show you how 'all right' I am..." He replied, nipping Harry's bottom lip with his teeth.
Harry reacted much more quickly and powerfully then Draco would have cared to admit, scooping the pale teen up as he managed to stand, cupping Draco's arse with his hands. Draco stifled a yelp and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck to keep himself from falling. They were back inside the Shrieking Shack before Draco knew what was going on and halfway up the stairs before he caught his breath. Apparently Harry knew exactly where they were going, and for that Draco was glad. He had only been here twice before, and both times he was outside of the rickety old house. Today had been the first time he had actually been inside the house, and he had to look for ten minutes before he found Harry asleep on the dusty old couch.
Harry carried him into a room that looked like it was once a bedroom. There was a four poster bed with a canopy in the corner, two of the four posts cracked a ready to fall and covered in sheets dusty enough to suffocate in. Draco was about to say something about the state of the room, but Harry beat him to it. Setting Draco down lightly on the equally dusty floor, Harry muttered some spell that Draco didn't quite catch, holding his wand that Draco hadn't even noticed he had with him. Draco watched in amazement as the old bed repaired itself, the cracked wood mending and straightening as the canopy and sheets cleaned themselves. When the spell was finished, Draco was staring at a bed that looked brand new.
"...How...?" He started to ask but was interrupted by Harry's lips on his own once more.
Draco forgot about everything in that moment but the feel of Harry against him and the rebuilding urge that fired inside. They kissed fiercely as they both kicked off their shoes, sending them flying to different parts of the room. Becoming impatient with the kissing, Draco began to tug at Harry's jacket, pushing it down off Harry's broad shoulders and tossing it away into a corner once he had gotten it off. To Draco's delight, Harry was wearing a thin black sweater that showed off his well toned torso, a sweater that Draco had given him as it was too big for he himself to wear. It didn't take him long to snatch the hem of the sweater and pull it over Harry's head where he tossed it to join the discarded coat. Draco grazed his hands over the tanned skin of Harry's chest enjoying the feel of the soft, almost invisible, hairs that grew there. He himself was rather hairless, a trait of a pure born Malfoy, and Draco found himself enthralled by the differences between Harry's body and his own.
Leaning down, Draco kissed the exposed skin, working his way to Harry's left nipple, running his tongue around the edges of it. Harry groaned deep in his chest and Draco smiled to himself before speaking. "You taste good."
Harry suddenly grabbed Draco by the waist and lifted him up, turning so that Draco's back was to the bed. Without warning, Draco felt himself being tossed down onto the mattress, landing with a soft thud. He had enough time to sit up before Harry was tearing his jacket away, throwing it somewhere behind him. Draco had never seen Harry this forceful before, and found that he quite liked it, as did another part of his anatomy.
"...Harry..." He groaned as the green eyed teen finished unbuttoning his shirt and had it pushed half way down his pale arms.
"...Hmm?" Was the response and Draco helped Harry free him of his shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up except for his scarf.
Draco shivered, but couldn't say anything else. Harry smirked, capturing Draco's lips in a hungry kiss. Draco's mind shut down then and his body took over, his hands reaching of their own accord to the button of Harry's jeans, scrambling to get them undone. In the span of a few seconds, Harry's pants were pushed down to his ankles and Draco was reaching for the only remaining article of clothing on Harry. Pulling away from the kiss Draco drew in a breath as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of the black boxers and pulled. Having never seen any other part of another persons body before, Draco's eyes went wide and he felt his cheeks flush as he watched Harry step out of the pool of clothing around his feet. Tearing his eyes away from Harry's lower body, Draco swallowed and locked his eyes with Harry's.
"...Wow..." Was the only word that he was able to get out.
Harry blushed, clearly embarrassed. "...Um... thanks?"
Draco laughed. Harry joined him a moment later. At least he's as virginal as I am, Draco thought, now I don't feel so stupid.
"Your turn." Harry said after they had both finished laughing, pushing Draco lightly back by the shoulders so he was laying back against the mattress, his fingers trailing feather soft on Draco's skin towards his hips.
They paused only a fraction before they deftly undid the button and zipper, and Draco raised his hips off the bed to allow himself to be undressed completely. To Draco's surprise, Harry slide both his pants and his underwear off at the same time. Absently Draco wondered what Harry thought of his body. He knew without any guilt that he was a very attractive person, with fine bone structure and pale alabaster skin, but what if Harry didn't think of him like that? What if he thought his hips were too bony, or his ribs too sharp? What if he didn't want him any more now that he had seen him naked? A moment later Draco got his answer.
"...Merlin you're beautiful Draco..." Harry murmured as he caressed Draco's hips, leaning down to kiss the concavity of Draco's stomach.
Draco smiled, his doubts breaking into a million shards and his passion tripling. "Come here." He said roughly as he squirmed out from under Harry's hands, moving so that he was in the centre of the bed. Harry complied quickly, stretching himself out along Draco's body.
The contact of Harry's skin on his own was enough to make Draco instantly hard. Wrapping his legs around Harry's hips, Draco ground his erection up towards Harry, noting that his lover was just as hard as he was. They shared savage kisses, causing both their lips to become swollen, though neither one of them cared. Draco couldn't get enough of feeling and tasting Harry, he wanted to be consumed by him in every way possible, heart, soul, body and mind.
Harry's mouth left his and trailed wet kisses down Draco's neck and collarbone, nipping at the tender flesh of his shoulder before working his way down to his nipple. Draco gasped as Harry mirrored what Draco had done to him not five minutes ago, his body arching off the bed, his hands clenching the sheets at his sides, having let his hands fall from around Harry.
"Pl-please..." Draco whined, lifting his hips into Harry once more.
He felt Harry smirked against his skin as he finally continued his way down, stopping to kiss both ridges of Draco's hips, his hands gently holding Draco up by his lower back. Draco was about to say something about moving faster when Harry kissed the tip of his erection softly before taking the whole burning thing into his mouth. All thoughts left Draco's mind. Nothing in the world mattered except for the feeling of Harry's mouth working him, bringing him so close, then backing off only to repeat the process. Draco didn't know how much longer he could stand this, for Harry had now pinned him down so he couldn't move his hips up.
"...For fuck's sake Harry...!" Draco growled.
Harry didn't seem to hear him, or care what he said, as he worked him slowly still. Draco was becoming more frustrated with it all, as his erection was getting painful. Suddenly, his stomach clenched and he felt as though the bed had been pulled out from under him. Crying out, Draco arched off the bed, his hips jerking with the force of his climax. Thinking it was over, Draco tried to regain his breath before another spasm hit him, only this time he didn't come.
"Better?" Harry asked as he propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at his lover.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Draco asked, "how did you do that?"
Harry shrugged, "I was a huge fan of popcicles when I was a kid. Still am come to think of it."
Draco frowned, "What does that have to do with anything?"
Harry laughed, "Everything."
Draco thought about it for a moment, then realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. Grinning, Draco replied, "Remind me to get you a whole case of them for Christmas."
Harry laughed again, "Deal."
They looked at each other with laughter in their eyes until Draco noticed that Harry was still very hard. Glancing between their bodies, Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?" He asked, not giving Harry any time to respond.
Rolling them both over so that Harry was now the one under him, Draco reached out his hand and summoned his wand to him, catching it with ease.
"Wha-"
"Shush love." Draco said, placing his free hand over Harry's mouth.
Harry nodded numbly and swallowed when Draco took his glasses off and set them down on the table beside the bed. He then pointed his wand then at Harry's erection, murmuring a lubrication charm, which he then used on his own fingers. Tossing the wand to the foot of the bed after, Draco reached between his own legs and carefully began to stretch himself, his eyes never leaving Harry's flushed face. Even though Draco was a virgin, he knew enough to know what to do, and he was enjoying the look of wonder on his lovers face as he did so.
Once he felt comfortable enough, Draco moved forwards and lifted himself up from Harry, his body hovering just over Harry's erection. Slowly lowering himself down, Draco held his breath as he felt Harry enter him. It was nothing like he had ever felt before, and he knew then it was something that he would never be able to get enough off. Pausing long enough to get adjusted to the feeling of having Harry inside of him, Draco tossed the sweat dampened hair from his eyes, then began to move slowly. Harry gasped and bit his lip as he lay under Draco, his hands coming up to hold the ends of Draco's scarf before grasping his lovers slender hips as he thrust down.
Keeping their rhythm slow and careful, both Harry and Draco were covered in a fine sheen of sweat in no time, both breathing heavily. Draco shut his eyes tight as he moved his hips again, this time crying out when Harry's cock brushed against his prostate, sending an electrical shock through his system.
"What the hell... was that?" Draco panted, not knowing what exactly had happened, but loving it.
"That was your prostate love." Harry said.
"Does it do that all the time?" Draco asked.
Harry fought the urge to laugh, instead replying, "Only if you do what you just did."
Draco frowned and thrust slowly down on Harry once more, like he had before, and felt that same jolt. Gasping, Draco rocked his body in that same fashion over and over, moaning louder as his thrusts sped up. Harry was in no better condition, as every time his cock brushed that sensitive spot inside his love, Draco would clench around him and bring him that much closer to orgasm. With one last thrust on Draco's part, he felt Harry's seed rush through his body. Panting, Draco leaned down and kissed Harry deeply, moving so that he disengaged his body from Harry's and laying beside him.
"I liked that." Draco said after a moment of silence.
"More than Qudditch?" Harry asked, his arms coming up to wrap themselves around Draco's flushed body.
Draco nodded, "Even better than Potions."
Harry laughed, "I'm glad to see that I'm right up there with eye of Newt and Snape."
Draco slapped him playfully and said, "That isn't what I ment Harry! I ment that besides Potions this is one thing I seem to be good at."
Harry brushed the pale hair from Draco's forehead and kissed him softly. "Love, you're good at everything you do. Even the way you look when you're having sex is beautiful."
Considering this, Draco grinned and snuggled against Harry, throwing his arm across his lovers chest. "I am aren't I?"
Laughing, Harry reached down and pulled the rumpled blanket around them. "So vain little peacock."
"What did you call me?" Draco asked, his voice becoming hard all of a sudden, not at all liking the sound of this 'peacock' creature he was just named as.
"It isn't a dirty word Draco." Harry said as he yawned and closed his eyes.
"Then what is it?" The pale Slytherin demanded, getting up on his elbow to peer down at the half asleep Gryffindor.
Harry sighed, opening his eyes, which looked intensely green without his glasses. "It's a bird."
"...A bird?" Draco asked unbelieving.
Harry nodded. "Yes, a bird. The males have really bright beautiful feathers and love to preen in front of their mates. Though they get really defensive and nasty if you provoke them enough."
Draco opened his mouth to say something rude, then decided against it. "So... I'm a beautiful preening bird?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the look of confusion on his lovers face. "Draco love, you do preen, and you are beautiful. You're also nasty and defensive. You are a human version of a peacock. So what's the harm in calling one?"
Draco eyed Harry carefully before replying. "Nothing, I guess. I just never expected to be compared to a bird. I mean, does it look like I have a beak and talon feet?"
Harry laughed again. "That is the most retarded thing I have ever heard you say Draco. Of course you don't have a beak... though your toenails could do with a little trimming..."
Draco swatted him and was about to get out of bed when Harry grabbed him around the waist and hauled him back.
"I'm sorry love." Harry whispered into his ear.
Draco huffed, "Like hell you are."
"I am." Harry insisted, then. "Listen, I'll make it up to you."
Turning in Harry's arms, Draco grinned slyly, "And how, my dear Harry, are you going to do that?"
What he got for an answer wasn't verbal, but definite, and Harry showed him all through the night just how sorry he was.
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Author's Note:
HA HA! Finished at last! It took me all day to write this chapter, so you had better have enjoyed it. Nothing like a good smut chappie to get ya going through the day... or night...
Anyways, I'll try to update more often. Plus, myself and Raei are planning to finish another chapter in our story, so look out for that as well!
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