This is another edited chapter. I left more in it than I thought I would, trying to just tone it down a bit, so it is still a bit on the spicy side. Again, if you're interested in the more detailed, explicit version, you can find that on AO3.
Chapter 9
"And the fire is slowly dying and, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you'd love me so, let it snow, let it snow, and snow."
Song - Let it Snow, by Clementine Duo
9 December 2005
"Here you go, Scarhead," Draco said with a smirk, handing Harry a mug of cocoa. "I even added extra marshmallows."
"You say that as though you're doing me a favour and you're not the one addicted to them. You only add them to mine so you don't feel bad about putting so many in your own."
Draco looked down at his mug of cocoa and the large, fluffy mounds of goodness overflowing the top. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He snuggled down under Harry's arm and listened as the radio station switched from the instrumental song to something more upbeat. "Oh, I like this."
Harry squeezed. "I like it too."
"Who's the singer?"
"Wait, you're talking about the music? I thought you meant cuddling up with me." The tone of affront made Draco grin.
"Well, yes, I suppose I like that too, but I meant the song. It's a sentiment I can get behind. Let it snow, indeed."
Harry huffed into Draco's neck. "It's London. It doesn't snow here often, but you don't have anywhere to go like the singer. Might I remind you that you live here?"
Draco placed his mug on the table behind the sofa and turned into Harry. "Yeah? Are you sure?"
"Mmhmm." He set his own mug next to Draco's and ran his teeth along Draco's jaw, drawing out a shiver of anticipation. "There's no way I would have allowed a reindeer to throw up in this house if you weren't living here with me."
"Reindeer thr—"
Harry cut off Draco's tirade with a kiss. And it was a nice kiss, perfectly adequate, but Draco wasn't finished. He moved his hands to Harry's chest, but instead of pulling him closer, he pushed him away.
"As I was saying, it does not look like reindeer vomit, and just for that, I'm making you go with me to get a tree."
Harry paused, his brows drawn. "Is that really necessary? I hate shopping."
"Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry."
"Fuck! Stop that. You sound like Lockhart."
Draco snorted and adjusted his voice to sound like the old fraud. "Harry, dear boy, you have to embrace the holiday or the holiday…will…embrace…you." Draco patted Harry on the shoulder with each of his last words.
"That's so not sexy."
"No, you know what's not sexy? Reindeer puke, you arsehole. So you're coming with me on Thursday to get a tree."
"Draco," he whined.
Harry needed to go with him. It was part of his plan, so that meant pulling out the big guns. He let out a long sigh and looked up at Harry through his lashes. "I want our first tree together to be special. Something we picked out together." And three…two…one…
"Fine, I'll go."
Draco suppressed the look of triumph that tried to spread across his face. He could feel it, but he was better than that. Malfoys did not need to show every emotion, even if they did want to gloat. "Thank you, darling," Draco said instead, reaching his hand up to bury it into Harry's wild hair. "Now, where were we?"
"I believe you were going to snog me."
"Was I?"
"You were."
"And then what was I going to do?"
Harry's eyes darkened, and he leaned into Draco, pushing him back onto the sofa. "You were going to let me do terrible things to you."
"Tell me more," Draco whispered, watching the low light of the fire dance off Harry's eyes.
"I was just about to see what part of your body most enjoyed my tongue."
"Is that up for debate?"
"Well, it may have changed." He raised Draco's shirt and lowered his head, drawing one tight nipple into his mouth, suckling, then licking and biting until Draco arched back with a moan. "See, what if it's your nipple now? I can't tell until I compare it."
"With what?" Draco sounded needy, and he'd have been mortified if anyone other than Harry ever heard it, but it seemed to drive Harry crazy with lust, and he moved his dark head lower, sliding his fingers into the waist of Draco's trousers.
Harry ran his tongue along the dip at Draco's waist. "This, for one. This dip right where your groin begins, the little trail of hair that leads me down…"
Draco's breath hitched. "Yes, please."
Harry chuckled, but he continued to draw Draco's trousers down, pulling his pants with them so he was bare and open to Harry's ministrations. Harry followed the small dip where he'd started down until his tongue dipped into the crease of Draco's leg. He gave a deep inhale. "I love the way you smell."
"Harry."
Harry pulled the pants and trousers the rest of the way off, drawing Draco's slippers off with them, leaving him bare from the waist down and nudging the inside of his knee. "And then there's this spot, right here, that calls to me. Do you like my tongue there, Draco?"
"You know I do," Draco gasped, his hands back in Harry's messy locks as Harry sucked.
Harry made his way up to his goal and nuzzled, then looked up and met Draco's gaze, his green eyes nearly black with lust. "What about here? Should I put my tongue here?"
"Yes." Draco's reply came out as a plea, and Harry answered it silently, running his tongue along his length, pausing for a moment to tease before taking him in. "Harry!"
They worked together, wrapped in moans of pleasure. Harry leant to the side so he could brace himself with his left arm, his left hand wrapped around Draco's base. His right hand dropped down to slip into his own joggers, and Draco could see glimpses of Harry working his own beautiful shaft in time with Draco's hips.
The music continued to play, singing now about roasting chestnuts, and Draco thought that perhaps he'd forevermore relate this song to the feel of Harry's mouth on him, the twinkle of the fairy lights on the mantle and the glow of the fire illuminating his beautiful face.
Then all thoughts fled as the climax washed over him and he poured himself into Harry, body and soul, until it became nearly painful. Draco collapsed, watching as Harry, his lips wet and swollen, moved up onto his knees, kneeling over Draco. He worked himself quickly then, his eyes only slits and his jaw slack, before letting out a hoarse shout and falling forward, catching himself on his left arm as he finished over Draco's torso.
His clothed torso, because neither had thought to remove his shirt entirely. Eww.
Harry let out a little half-laugh when he saw it, then he wiped his hand on the already spoiled shirt and collapsed down on the couch next to Draco.
Draco gave him a moment to catch his breath before elbowing him with a scowl. "Potter."
"Mmhmm."
"You not only finished on my shirt — my favourite t-shirt, I might add — but then you proceeded to wipe off your hand with it."
"It was already messed up," Harry muttered.
"Because you came on it!"
Harry lifted his head and shot Draco an impish grin that did not make Draco want to kiss him, not even a little. "I didn't hear you complaining earlier."
"Yes, well, you owe me more now. A Christmas tree alone will not suffice."
"No?" Harry looked wary.
"No. You're going shopping for Teddy with me."
"What?" Harry truly sounded panicked now. Perfect.
"To the Muggle toy store."
"Draco—"
"No, Harry, no buts. It's done. We'll go tomorrow. It'll be good for you."
Harry dropped his head back to the couch and groaned. "Fuck."
Draco smiled at how perfectly the entire evening had turned out. He definitely wanted to add this to the list of their traditions they were building, even if his marshmallows did probably melt and his cocoa was cold.
Sex, shopping manipulation, and cuddles. What could be better?
A/N: Just wanted to say thank you for the feedback after my last author's note. I'm glad you're all enjoying the story and I'll continue to post over here, as planned. It's good to know that you're out there!
As for tonight, this was a really difficult one to edit back to that M rating as I didn't want to cut the scene, just adjust it. I hope you still enjoyed it even if its not in its original form. Tomorrow... well. Tomorrow is FUN one. Have a good day!
