-AUTHOR WARNING- INTENSE VOYERISTIC WANKING AHEAD!! IF THIS OFFENDS YOU IN ANY WAY, PLEASE SKIP READING OF THIS CHAPTER!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Chapter 8: On The 6th Day of Christmas...

The halfway point. 6 days down, 6 days to go and all of Hogwarts was getting excited.

December 19th...Draco and his mystery person conversed frequently during the day but Draco could never see who it was. At first he thought it may have been Harry, especially during Potions class, but it seemed (to him) Harry was simply taking notes. It was frustrating him on one end.

On the other end, he was sexually frustrated. He'd continued being with Harry whenever they had time alone and Harry seemed content with just making out and not having any type of sex at all. Draco was insane with lust. But he had promised Harry he wouldn't rush him and he wasn't going to break that promise.

Harry was aware of Draco's growing frustration at not being able to have Harry like he wanted. Harry wanted him the same way, but he didn't have a clue as to what to expect.

He was sitting at the window in the Gryffindor common room. Hedwig was resting at his feet, Ophion was around his neck. Harry had a hand on each, stroking them gently.

Ophion's little head moved toward the door.

Ssssomeone approachessss.

Who? Harry wondered.

Female. Sssslytherin. Harry was surprised. Pansy was in Gryffindor Tower. Of her own free will. She was the only one who would brave the Lion's Den (so to speak). Harry got to his feet, clucking to Hedwig to perch on his other shoulder. Then he approached the portrait hole and opened the door.

Pansy was indeed in Gryffindor Tower. She peeked around Harry and stared at the brightness of the common room, looking uncomfortable and out of place.

"Pansy. This is a surprise."

"Hi, Harry. Can I talk to you alone for a moment." She nodded her head toward a couple of second years, who were goggling at the Slytherin in shock.

"Sure." They stepped out of the portrait hole and found a secluded corner. Harry cast a bubble charm for added privacy. "What's up?"

"I'm just going to come right out and say it. Draco is miserable."

"What? Why?"

"Because the one thing he wants, he can't have. And it's killing him."

"You mean me." It was a statement.

"Yes I mean you. Now what are you going to do about it?"

"Pansy. I can't. I'm not ready."

"Bullshit. Get over your insecurities and shag the man already."

"It's not that easy, Pansy."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I'm a virgin. And up until 2 years ago, I didn't even realize I was gay." he admitted. Pansy's eyes widened in surprise.

"Harry Potter a virgin? Not possible!"

"Quite possible."

"But your legions of adoring fans-"

"Would rather shag The Boy Who Lived and brag about it to their friends." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her.

"Point." she nodded. "I still can't believe it."

"Believe it. And I do want Draco as much as he wants me. But I'm scared and nervous. I don't want him to hate me."

"He can't hate you any more than you can't hate him."

"I just wish he would have more patience with me. I know the first time will be...unpleasant. Then there's this mystery person he keeps going on about. How can I compete with a faceless person?"

"Draco...cares...about you. He would never betray you like that."

"How do I know? I'm sorry I'm so insecure about this but my life hasn't been all sunshine and roses, you know."

"You really should talk to Draco." she said. Harry had a sudden thought.

"I will. Count on it."

"Good." Pansy nodded. She stood and headed for the stairs. "For the record, that was a nice thing you did for him yesterday."

"What?"

"The books, Potter. He hasn't been able to put them down once." Harry gaped at her in shock.

How did she know?

"I make it my job to observe everyone around me. Wasn't too hard to figure out." she smiled after seeing the look on his face. "Don't worry. I won't tell. Why would I want to ruin Draco's first happy Christmas he's had in a long time? I won't do that to him. You just better not hurt him, or I'll hex your balls off. Slowly and painfully.

"Funny, Hermione said the same thing about him." he smiled. She smiled in return and left.

Harry climbed into his bed and closed the curtains. He placed a locking charm on them so they couldn't be opened without his permission and then a heavy silencing charm. Once he was assured of his privacy, he pulled out the enchanted parchment and quill set that he'd gotten for Draco. He had kept the other half of the set so he could talk to Draco without anyone being the wiser. He thought about what he wanted to ask, then checked to see if Draco was available.

Draco?

I'm here.

Are you alone?

Yes. I take it this isn't a social letter.

Don't get smart.

Sorry, love. What's wrong?

I want to ask you something and I don't want you to get offended.

So, ask already. I thought I made it clear that my life is an open book where you're concerned.

I just wanted to set some rules.

It's all right. What is it you want to ask me?

Have you had many lovers? There was a pause between Harry's words and Draco's next sentence.

Wow, you don't pull punches, do you?

I'm sorry I asked. It's just something that's been bothering a friend of mine and I thought I'd set his mind at ease.

His mind? So your friend is male?

Yes.

And I'm assuming, by your words, that he's gay.

Yes.

I've had experience with lots of different people.

But how many lovers have you had?

Four. Do you want names and dates, too?

Now you're mad at me.

Well what the bloody hell do you expect, asking me a question like that?

I didn't mean to make you mad, Draco. It's just that my friend really likes you and he's scared.

Scared? Of what?

What to expect during...you know.

Oh.

Oh?

Yeah. Oh, as in I'm thinking about what to say.

Oh. Draco's words paused for a longer time and Harry was about to give up, when his words appeared.

Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, both in Slytherin with me. Seamus Finnegan over in Gryffindor – a one time thing really and it didn't mean anything and some Ravenclaw bloke whose name and face I can't even remember.

Harry's eyes widened when he saw Seamus's name.

That's...interesting.

Look. I know you're talking about my Harry. I know how scared he is. Please tell him to talk to his friend, Seamus. I care about Harry, more than I'd care to admit to anyone, even you. I don't want to cause him any pain whatsoever. I want to make his first time one of the most special moments he's ever had.

I'll pass along the message.

Thank you.

So...what are you doing right now?

Studying. Practice N.E.W.T.S. begin after Christmas.

I'll leave you alone, then. Will you be around later?

Of course.

All right. Bye Draco.

Bye.

Harry put away the quill and parchment and sat back against the headboard with a sigh. Then he allowed himself a small smile.

Draco called me his.

Harry searched for Seamus during one of his free periods and found him in the library.

"Seamus can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Harry." Seamus nodded, closing his book. Harry cast a Silence Bubble around them and sat down. He took a deep breath.

"Seamus...I'm gay." To his surprise, Seamus didn't even blink.

"Harry...I already knew that."

"What? Since when?"

"Since probably before you."

"How could you tell?"

"That's easy! Fourth year, Yule Ball. You looked totally uncomfortable dancing with Parvati."

"Oh."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Harry. And I'm glad you told me."

"If you knew then, why didn't you try and put a move on me, or something?"

"One, you were already confused about your sexuality as it was. I didn't want to make it worse. Two, you're not my type, no offense. Three, Ron and/or Hermione would kill me for taking advantage of you. Four, Draco would have ripped my balls off and feed them to Buckbeak for lunch. And yes, I know all about you and Draco."

"Me and Draco, what?"

"He fancies you, you fancy him. I'm not getting in between that. The looks the two of you keep sending each other is enough to set off the fire sprinklers."

"Oh."

"Harry. It's all right. I knew that me and Draco was a one-time thing. We were just letting off some steam."

"What happened?" Harry was curious.

"It was during the Last Battle. Draco and I somehow ended up getting trapped in one of the tunnels under the school, I think it was an earthquake. Both of us being hormonal teenage boys and all, and needing sex like a drowning man needs air, we looked to each other for the craving. Afterwards, we just talked – about you mostly."

"Me? Why?"

"Come on, Harry. This is Draco we're talking about here. He's been fascinated with you since the day he laid eyes on you. I'm sure he told you that."

"It was unhealthy then. We did try to kill each other."

"Boys will be boys, love." Seamus grinned.

"What was it like?"

"It's not unpleasant if that's what you were thinking."

"It's not?"

"No. It's definitely uncomfortable at first, especially if you've never done it. The thing to remember is to relax and breathe. If you tense up, it can be extremely painful."

"Relax?"

"Relax." Seamus nodded. "He'll make it worth it, Harry. I can tell you he won't hurt you. He's gentle, if you can believe that coming from me."

"I believe you, Seamus. And I want this so much. I want him so much. But just the thought of what we'll be doing scares the shite out of me."

"Because you've never done it. Harry, you should be talking to Draco about your fears. If you don't, it's only going to make it worse." Harry bowed his head and sighed.

"You're right, Seamus. Thank you."

"You're welcome, mate. Now go find him." Nodding, Harry took down the bubble and left.

But Harry never got a chance to talk to Draco that day. Hermione managed to snag him on his way to the dungeons and dragged him into the Great Hall for a study session before N.E.W.T.S.

Hedwig flew in during dinner and deposited a small package on his lap. He fed her a piece of his chicken dinner before she flew off.

He opened the note first.

I don't quite know what you will make of this. Don't let anyone know you have it.

Let's just say I...borrowed it. And hope it cures you of all your doubts and fears.

Probably best if you view it alone.

Happy 6th, Harry Potter.

He quickly put the note in his pocket before someone else could see and opened the package beneath the table. It was a viewing globe.

After leaving Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall with the excuse of a headache ("From studying, Hermione." he was quick to reassure his friends) and needing to lie down, he returned to his bed and made sure he had all his charms in place before he activated the globe.

A blue mist swirled in the center before clearing up and he found himself staring at the Seventh year Slytherin dorms...more specifically – the boys dorms. The only one in the room at the moment was none other than Draco. He was simply laying in his bed, eyes closed, the green comforter up around his chest. Harry thought he was asleep, until he saw his hand move. Harry kept his eyes on the little ball.

Draco kept his eyes closed as he imagined Harry in his room with him. He wondered where his green-eyed Gryffindor was right now. Was he thinking about him? Thinking about what Draco wanted to do to him? Was he watching right this second?

Draco moaned low in his throat as his hand traveled down his body. He grazed his nipple, a startled gasp erupting from his mouth. He licked his lips, wetting them, as his hand continued its downward path. The blanket slipped further down until it was pooled at his feet, his naked body exposed to the cool air. He shivered as goosebumps raised on his skin.

Eyes still closed as his hand slowly curled around his hardened cock. He gently teased the head, precum slicking the surface of his thumb and forefinger. He stroked himself slowly, imagining Harry's hands on him, the tan and calloused fingers sliding smoothly over his hardened flesh. A breathy moan. More milky-white liquid seeped from the slit of his cock as his hand traveled his turgid length.

He stopped as he could feel his balls tightening in warning. Moving his hand lower, he caressed his balls, feeling their weight in his hands. Lower still, past the little nubbin of skin behind his sac, and the small opening beyond.

His fingers slick with his own body fluid, he inserted first one, then two and finally three fingers into his arse, his back bowing tightly at the sensation. He crooked his finger – just so – and brushed his prostate. He groaned at the sensations parading through his body when he did that. He wrapped his free hand around his steadily leaking cock, pushing his fingers into his body harder, imagining it was Harry's cock in him, and with a cry, he came, spurting all over his stomach and chest.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from his body, trembling all over. Running his hand back, he scooped up some of his spunk and brought it to his mouth. He sucked and licked his hands clean, dipping back down his body to get what he missed.

He lay back with a contented sigh before getting up and heading into the bathroom for a shower. He only hoped Harry enjoyed the little show.

Harry flopped back on his bed, trying to catch his breath. During the whole thing, his hand had snaked into his own pants and he stroked himself into double orgasms watching Draco bring himself off. His body was sweaty and sticky, his hair was plastered to his forehead.

On impulse, he brought his sticky hand to his own lips and licked slowly.

A little salty, but not bad. An acquired taste really. He thought to himself. He released the charms on his bed, quickly stripped down to his bare bottom and headed for the showers.

When he was cleaned up and into his pajamas, he sat down on his bed and decided to send Draco his 6th day gift.

Draco was drifting off to sleep. He was exhausted after his wank session earlier and had started to read one of the books he'd gotten yesterday.

His eyelids were heavy and he was nearly asleep when something poked him in the hand, hard.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, bolting upright. A school owl was sitting on his night table, the small leg stuck out imperiously. "Bloody bird!' he growled. He snatched the parchment without untying it from the owl's leg and the owl left in a flurry of angry squawks and flying feathers. He opened the parchment, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
Author Unknown

Draco was breathless after reading it. He really wanted to believe Harry had sent it, but Harry was oblivious to it, as he often was. He contented himself with the fact that someone sent him a poem and he placed it carefully inside his diary after making an entry for the day.

December 19, 1997

I must say, this whole 12 Days of Christmas thing was sounding pretty bleak when McGonagall suggested it. But after the 6 days I've already been through, I'm starting to re-evaluate that statement.

But I don't know what to do. On one hand I have this mystery person who's sending me all kinds of wonderful gifts. And just tonight he or she sent me a poem. I'm starting to like this person and I haven't even met them.

And then there's Harry. Dear Merlin, he drives me insane! I don't mean that in a bad way. Things are so different between us now. I think I'm starting to fall in love with him. And I haven't even had sex with him yet! Does that mean I have morals? A sense of decency?

Fuck! If Pansy saw that, she'd have me committed. I don't have a decent bone in my body.

Ok, that's a lie. I take that back. I do have some morals where Harry's concerned. I don't want to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable with us being together. I can't hurt him that way.

We had to partner in Advanced Potions today. It was a lecture class but Snape set us on a paired writing project. We kept holding hands under our desk. I think Snape knew by the way he kept looking at us. It didn't help when I kept blushing like some school girl with her first crush.

And it felt...right. I can't explain it any better than that.

Sometimes I think I can hear Father's voice in my head.

"You disappoint me, Draco. Associating with the enemy. Falling in love with the enemy. Malfoys don't fall in love. Malfoys do not have sex with their enemies, especially Harry bloody Potter!"

Well I say, Fuck you Father and I hope you're rotting in hell.

Ok, time to get rid of these bad thoughts or I'm not going to be able to sleep.

Think about Harry, Draco. Ah, much better.

I wonder what he's doing right now. I hope he's sleeping and dreaming of me. I hope he loves me, at least a little bit. I hope he comes to me soon. I hope...

Draco drifted off to sleep, his journal cradled under his head as his pillow, thoughts of Harry on his mind.