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Chapter 6
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light
From now on, Your troubles will be out of sight
Song - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, by Ingrid Michelson
6 December 2005
Harry didn't come home after the dinner party. He was gone the entire night and into the next day. It wasn't completely unusual at the start of a new case, so after receiving the owl Harry sent telling him not to wait up, Draco didn't worry too much about it and, while not sleeping quite as well as he did with Harry, still managed a decent night and morning.
But it was evening now, the sky already dark in the way it gets in early December, and Draco let himself into the front door of Grimmauld Place with a sigh of relief.
And then he tripped over Harry's shoes.
"Harry!"
The only response was a long, "Meow," from the cat, watching him from the bottom of the stairs, her grey tabby ears perked up in interest. She was sitting on what appeared to be a pile of cloth.
"What do you have there, Cat?"
"Meow."
She stood, pushing her back into the air and dropping her chest in obvious hopes that Draco would pet her. She was Harry's cat, a stray he'd insisted on taking in at the same time Draco was moving in himself, but she seemed to love Draco. In fact, his ignoring her seemed to attract her more than Harry's coddling. He scratched her head absently, then pushed her aside to pick up Harry's shirt.
A sock on the stairs caught his eye, and he grinned, following the trail of clothing that seemed to lead to the master bedroom. Another sock further up, a pair of trousers on the landing, boxers in the centre of the bedroom… they all led him to his prize in the steamy bathroom, the shower running.
Without saying a word, he quietly closed the door, locking the cat out so there were no surprises from an uninvited audience, and began to shed his own clothes. He stepped around the shower glass and wrapped his cold hands around Harry's warm and steamy waist.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted and jumped, nearly knocking them both over. It was a good thing Draco was so coordinated and could hold them up. "You scared this shit out of me."
"Mmm, then you shouldn't have left me so an enticing trail to find you."
Harry leant his head back onto Draco's shoulder, the hot spray of the shower falling over his neck making Draco want to lick it all away. "Maybe I wanted you to find me."
"Good job, then." Draco nibbled on Harry's neck. He didn't smell of the citrus and sandalwood shampoo he favoured these days, so Draco reached for the bottle and poured it over his hands before beginning to soap Harry's hair. "So, obviously you got a new case."
Harry nodded. "It'll be in the Prophet tomorrow, so I can tell you about it if you want to know."
"Go on," Draco said, massaging Harry's head lightly in the way he knew Harry loved.
"There've been three break-ins to Muggle homes in the last three days. The last one was caught on a Muggle security camera, meaning there's film footage of someone coming out of the fireplace and wandering through the house."
Draco paused. "So they're obviously magical and using the Floo. Are they hurting them?"
"No, that's the weird part. They're taking things, but only random, broken items that the Muggles aren't using, and leaving working items in their place. The first report that came into the Muggle police was because two of the missing items were heirlooms. They probably wouldn't have noticed otherwise. The second one was of a home invasion because the owner's child saw someone moving around the home and told their parents. When this one was caught on video, our police liaison was notified of the strange activity. She recognised the use of the Floo and contacted us."
Harry turned around and rinsed his hair under the spray, letting Draco feast his eyes on the naked chest before him. "So someone's stealing their broken stuff and giving them working ones in return?" Draco chuckled. "Did you check Arthur?"
Harry snorted. "Sounds like him, doesn't it? Luckily, he's been in Romania visiting Charlie the last few days." He reached for the bar of soap he insisted on using, but Draco took it from him and smirked. "The biggest worry, for now, is exposure."
Draco began to run the soap over Harry's chest, letting his fingers trail along Harry's skin as he went. Harry let out a long hum of pleasure, and the heat in the shower seemed to rise several degrees. "Turn around," Draco said, pushing slightly on Harry's hip.
"Draco," Harry said, his voice low as he thrust his hips forward.
"I have plans for you, now turn around."
Harry groaned but did as instructed. Draco ran the soap along Harry's muscular shoulders, up along his neck, then followed the line of his back down until it dipped. Harry would never be as heavily built as some of his colleagues, namely Longbottom, but his work kept him toned and strong in the best of ways. His narrow hips, strong thighs, rounded arse, all drew Draco's attention next, the soapy film allowing Draco's free hand to tease and soothe as he went.
When his fingers slid along the cleft of Harry's arse, the moans turned into a sharp gasp, and Harry's leant forwards, bracing one hand on the tile under the showerhead, the other hand on the glass on his right. He broadened his stance, pushing back into Draco's hands. "I like these other plans," Harry said as a finger dipped lower.
Water poured down Harry's back, rinsing the soap away, drawing Draco's attention lower to the gentle swell below. He knelt down, kissing each of the dimples at the base of Harry's back.
"Draco," Harry gasped. "Fuck."
"Not yet." His tongue continued down, and Draco felt something in his chest unfurl at the sounds of Harry's groans mixing with the flavour of Harry's body. Here, in the shower with Harry's fresh, clean body before him, he felt drawn in, unable to think of anything except bringing Harry pleasure.
He teased Harry's hole with his tongue, sucking slightly, then pushing in. "Oh, god! Draco!" Draco kept at it, sliding a finger in to tease at Harry's prostate, reaching around with his other hand to grasp Harry's cock, stroking with each thrust of his tongue, the hot water of the shower continuing to wash over them.
He was afraid he'd have to move off his knees and give his tongue a rest, but then Harry let out a cry.
Harry's pleasure fell over Draco's hand, washing away nearly as fast as it fell. Harry gasped as he finished, dropping his head forwards. A huge wave of satisfaction rolled over Draco. He was able to do this to Harry.
He stayed on his knees as Harry turned around, meeting Harry's eyes and taking himself in his hands.
"Draco, you look so good."
Harry's praise made him even harder if that was even possible, and he moved faster, unable to tear his gaze from Harry's. Harry kept up the litany, his words falling over Draco, stroking him as surely as Harry's hand usually did — you're fucking lovely, you have an amazing cock, I love your unbelievable tongue, I can't believe you're mine — until that familiar tightening feeling hit Draco out of nowhere and pushed him over the edge.
Harry pushed Draco's hair back out of his face, his touch tender now as he drew Draco back up and pushed his nose into Draco's neck. "My turn to wash your hair."
That brought Draco back to full attention, clearing the fog of his orgasm. "No!"
Harry grinned. "But Draco…" he whined.
Draco backed up and grabbed his shampoo. "You're not touching my hair. I'll catch whatever hair disease it is you have that makes it behave so insufferably."
Laughing, Harry moved around Draco, reaching for his towel and stepping out, singing quietly to himself. The tune was familiar, something Muggle Draco had heard over the years. And like the lyrics said, it made his heart feel light to hear Harry so happy.
It only made him more committed to his plans. He'd start tomorrow.
Just a reminder that the full, explicit, non-edited version of this scene is over on FFnet if you prefer to read that. You didn't miss any plot, really, just smut.
To any of my readers celebrating, Happy Hanukkah!
