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I know I'm a little late, I'm sorry. A co-worker injured his knee pretty bad, the hospital told him to rest it for at least a week. I got called in to cover his shifts, and will be for the foreseeable future, however this should't affect my upload schedule (except for this chapter, as it was unexpected). As compensation have some steamy goodness (because I know that's what you're really all here for).
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It was the week before Christmas break, and the first official meeting of the Grey Army was drawing to a close. The session had focused on information gathering and orientation, making sure each member knew what they were signing up for, understood their schedule, and had answers to any questions they had. Members were also asked to study and prepare over the holidays so that everyone would be ready to begin their first training-centric meeting in three weeks' time, on the first week of the new term.
"I can't believe it," Hermione breathed out as she smiled at the leaving students, "I know we've been working on this for so long, but it's finally hitting me that this is real. You did it."
"We did it, Hermione," Harry grinned at her, closing the door that lead out of the Room of Requirement. He had no qualms about using the same location as Dumbledore's Army for their meetings; the whole school was aware that the Grey Army existed, and so he felt no reason to sneak around in secrecy beyond that which was granted by a locked door. The registry the members signed their names on also acted as a waiver, and anyone who was found to breach the terms and conditions of the contract, from outing another member without permission to using something they'd learned to cause harm, would have their names appear on charmed parchments owned by McGonagall and Snape. Harry didn't know what the two professors planned to do with the wrongdoers, and he didn't ask. He was beginning to see the benefits of having certain members of staff on his side, and trusted them to act as they saw fit, the unspoken disciplinarians of the Army.
Draco came up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist and settling his chin atop his head. Now that the trio were alone, bar a handful of chatting Gryffindors stragglers, he could let himself relax, letting out a relieved sigh, "That went better than expected. But, I won't be lulled in to a false sense of security; I know we have hard and busy times ahead of us. In the first fortnight back, we'll have two sessions taught by us, one session led by Severus, another by McGonagall, and a duelling practice."
"That's not too bad, we can cope," Harry leant back against a hard chest, a goofy smile on his face. "Call me naïve and optimistic, but we're already extremely organised, we know what we're doing. Now it's just a case of actually doing it. And, it's at no small thanks to you two, thank you for all your help with making my crazy dream a reality. I think if I was on my own this would never have happened. I certainly wouldn't have had everything done in time to enjoy a calm, relaxing Christmas."
"For the hundredth time, Harry, stop thanking us. We want this just as much as you do; as you said, we did it," Hermione scolded lightly, her voice lacking any real reprimand. She watched fondly as Ginny, Dean and Seamus had a loud, excited conversation across the room, their hands waving as they discussed their plans for Christmas. "Is that what you're doing over the break, Harry? Having a calm, relaxing time?"
Draco sent her a suggestive, leering smirk that, quite literally, went straight over Harry's head. "Not if I have anything to do with it."
"You spend too much time with Harry." Hermione mock glared at the two, her hands coming to plant firmly on her hips. "Where's you're Slytherin tact, your subtlety? You're becoming too Gryffindor."
"How dare you."
Hermione's stern expression dissolved into warm laughter at the affronted look on the handsome face. She felt Ginny come up beside her as she saw the door swing shut behind Dean and Seamus out of the corner of her eye. She shared an amused look with the redhead as they watched the couple shove each other playfully. "Does that mean you're both staying here for Christmas, then? A simple yes or no would suffice, I don't need explicit details of what you plan to get up to."
Harry unconsciously mirrored the lewd smile Draco had worn earlier, his eyes glinting playfully. "But Hermione, we'll have the whole of Gryffindor Tower to ourselves; there's going to be so many explicit details. Don't you at least want a few of them?"
Ginny's tinkling laugh filled the room, empty now apart from the quartet. "If she doesn't want them, I'll take them. You can tell me everything Christmas eve." Her eyes slid between the two boys. "And I mean everything."
"Christmas eve?" Draco asked, a confused furrow forming between neat brows.
"Yeah. You're both coming to the Burrow Christmas Eve, and staying until Boxing day, at the very least. Longer, if you can."
Grinning up at the witch, who stood a good few inches taller than him, Harry snorted in amusement. "We are?"
"Yes," Ginny stated, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Mum's throwing a big one this year; everyone will be there. The whole family, the order, all the plus ones. Hermione's coming-"
"I am?" Hermione cocked her head, utterly puzzled.
"Yes," Ginny continued without missing a beat. "And some of our other friends, and who knows who else. Of course you're coming, Harry. And, I told mum you're bringing your boyfriend, so you're coming too, Draco."
Draco's expression grew tense, not wanting to argue with the fiery girl but hesitant to be swept up in her whirlwind. "I don't think that's a great idea, Ginny."
"Why not? Everyone wants you there."
"They do?"
"Yes, Princess," Ginny exclaimed, giving him a light, good-natured punch on the shoulder. "You're a good friend to a lot of us, and you're Harry's boyfriend. It won't be long until you're practically adopted into the family."
The blonde side-eyed Harry, stage whispering out of the corner of his mouth to the sniggering boy, "Prevent this, immediately."
"Oh, stop it," Harry's voice was light, but the bony elbow jabbed into Draco's ribs certainly wasn't. "Don't pretend you're not happy. You'll love it, you'll see."
"What about Ronald? And everyone else that's against us, against me?" Grey eyes stared imploringly into green, begging him to think it through. "I'm still Draco Malfoy, Harry. You can't expect a room full of the Light to welcome me with open arms. And, I don't want you to get upset if some of your loved ones are against you for being in a relationship with me."
Harry stood up on his tiptoes, waiting patiently for the other to roll his eyes and lean down to bridge the gap between them, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He tucked himself into Draco's side, warmth seeping into him from the taller body as a strong arm wrapped around him. "If we spent our lives avoiding everywhere that might have someone opposed to us, our worlds would grow very small very fast, Draco." He rested further into the sturdy frame, peering up at a pale face through long, dark lashes. "Having said that, ignore me completely. You choose what we do. I'll support whatever choice you make, but know that it's your choice to make. Don't feel pressured either way, especially not by me."
Aware of the two silent girls watching them, Draco allowed his forehead to rest briefly against Harry's before pulling away, breaking the intimate gesture. He loved how Harry always seemed to know what to say to put his mind at ease, seemed to always know what Draco truly needed. He needed to be given a choice, to be given control of the path he took. Even if his decision ultimately led him down the path another had laid out before him, he still needed for there to be a decision. He had wanted to accept Ginny's invite but her demanding, stubborn tone had made his voice die in his throat, his mind drudge up every worst-case scenario. Harry's words, his offer, had been a soothing balm to his tense nerves. "Thank you," He let out on a relieved breath. His rigid posture softened as he turned to Ginny, the corner of his pale lips quirking up into his famous Malfoy smirk as he nodded at her. "Fuck it, whatever. We'll be there."
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It was the afternoon of December twenty-first, and Draco and Harry could be found curled up together on a large, overstuffed sofa in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Small shivers escaped them every now and then, bodies fighting off the last of the chill that had enveloped them as they waved goodbye to their friends from the bottom of the steps that lead to the castle entrance. Harry had insisted on standing in the softly falling snow until the last thestral pulled carriage had disappeared from view. Draco had grumbled and moaned at the time but was far from complaining now as his boyfriend snuggled further into his arms, burying deeper under the soft, heavy blanket the blonde had draped over them, their outstretched legs tangled together.
"This is nice," Draco murmured, hands sneaking under Harry's baggy t-shirt to rest against the smooth skin of his stomach.
Harry let out a contented sigh, leaning his head back against Draco's shoulder. "Yes, it is. I feel like we haven't spent any time together lately."
Draco chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through his chest and along Harry's back. "I've practically moved in with you."
"Yes, I know, and I've loved it," Harry spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet peace of the empty common room, "But we've been so busy. What with the Army, and school, and constantly having to be on guard. It's exhausting. I like just being here with you, safe and happy, and not having to worry about everything else."
Humming his agreement, Draco let his mind wonder to where Harry's had obviously gone. The Gryffindor was right; the last few weeks had been exhausting. Their days had been long and nonstop, their work often keeping them up well into the night. On top of that, although the number of people in the school that opposed either or both him and Harry were small, their animosity had grown noticeably as the Army gained traction and their relationship stayed strong. The amount of times they were forced to defend themselves against increasingly frequent and harmful magic had both feeling constantly on edge. Thankfully, for Harry's sake, Ron had been sticking firmly to harsh comments and glaring; he'd hate for Harry to be forced into a position where it would come to using physical or magical means to defend themselves against his old best friend.
The worst of it had surprisingly come from beyond the Hogwarts gates. Although Harry had been very open with his intentions, he hadn't expected news of his activities to reach the general public and mainstream media as quickly as it had. After only a handful of days following the first tentative mentions of the Grey Army the first few letters had arrived, and the amount had grown and grown as the time passed, until every meal was accompanied by a swarm of owls and seemingly endless piles of mail. Thankfully, running mouths outside of the Army itself referred to it as little more than an extreme defence club, but even so, the letters broadcast some rather strong feelings on the matter. Surprisingly, there was a fairly even split in public opinion. There were those that praised Harry and his friends for their strong opposition of the Dark, thanking them for teaching their children, and applauding them for being spokesmen and role models for all that was Light and moral. The rest of them were polar opposites, ranging from anonymous hate mail from Voldemort supporters to strongly worded concerns from worried parents. Their words all began to blur after a while, and they all ended up in the same pile of incinerated ash.
Less surprising had been the outcry over the leaked news of Harry and Draco's relationship. The negative letters far outweighed the positive, and they had had to face everything from discrimination to jealousy, slander to death threats. Harry had insisted on reading them all at first, saying he needed to know if there were any threats against them that were likely to come true. Draco had let him, amusedly watching as Harry laughed and joked with his friends in the Hall about their content, his head help high and proud. However, when Draco had woken one night to armfuls of silently weeping boy, those letters were soon also sent, unopened, to their fiery deaths.
One letter that had managed to slip through their mail vetting spells was a neat, formal, strictly business invitation to Draco from Lucius Malfoy, inviting him to Malfoy Manor over the Christmas holidays. It had been accompanied by a handwritten, sugary sweet note from Narcissa. It pleaded for her son to come home, vowing that all would be forgiven if he just came back to the family and swore allegiance to the Dark Lord. He was promised access to the family money, a reputation, power, anything he could ask for, if he used his new position in the Light to hand over The Boy Who Lived, Dumbledore, or other Order members to their master. Draco responded by sending them an early Christmas card, its cover a candid yet beautiful picture taken by Colin Creevey of him and Harry in what was very obviously the Gryffindor common room. It showed them stood before a freshly planted evergreen, red candles and gold decorations floating around them as an unknown source decorated the tree. The image flicked through a scene of Draco catching Harry around the waist, a hand planted firmly in the small of his back, before dipping him slightly to press a kiss solidly to full, grinning lips. Inside he wrote a simple, polite missive declining their invitations as he already had plans to spend the holidays with loved ones.
His eyes fell to the mantle above the flickering fire, looking for a copy of that same picture that had been haphazardly balanced between an ugly figurine of a snowman in a witch's hat, and an even uglier set of two reindeer decorations. Someone had had the audacity to hang tiny scarves around the poor creatures' necks, one gold and red, the other emerald and silver. Ever since, Harry and Draco had been subjected to more deer related puns than should be strictly possible.
"I hate those reindeer." Draco murmured, his hands drawing lazy patterns over Harry's stomach.
"Liar." Harry leant back further, a hand coming up and round to run lazy fingers through long, silky locks. "You love them…deerly."
"Oh, for the love of…I will end you," Was Draco's only warning before nimble fingers dug in to warm flesh, tickling Harry mercilessly.
Harry howled in laughter, squirming to get away, but with Draco's chest behind him and his torturing hands in front, he had nowhere to go. He managed to free a leg from the tangle of blanket and limbs, gaining enough leverage to flip around. Startled, Draco stilled beneath him allowing just enough time for Harry to snatch pale wrists into one of his hands, holding them over the blonde's head and away from his sensitive sides. He wriggled a hand under Draco's shirt, brushing his fingertips along the warm flesh between hip and ribs as a warning, staring down into wide grey eyes with a dark playfulness.
"Mercy!" Draco yelped out before those fingers could exact their revenge. He held Harry's gaze for a moment, waiting patiently. As soon as the grip on him slackened Draco let out a battle cry, throwing his weight to send them both tumbling off the sofa and onto the floor. He landed heavily between Harry's legs, their bodies pressed flush together. He smirked devilishly as Harry fought his laughter, trying to keep his face moody.
"That's cheating," Harry muttered sulkily, huffing away a section of blonde hair that had fallen across his cheek.
"Well, I am a Slytherin," Draco whispered against his ear. He lowered his head further, lips fluttering against Harry's flushed neck as he spoke, "I'm sorry. Did you want me to get off you?" He made to start sitting up, pulling away from the smaller boy, knowing full well what reaction his actions would garner.
Wrapping his arms firmly around the other's neck, Harry tugged him back down. "And waste all your effort? You're not going anywhere."
Draco grinned before leaning down to capture those lips, settling his weight more comfortably against Harry. He kissed him, slow and languid, taking his time to thoroughly explore the sweet mouth until Harry was a pleading, moaning mess beneath him. He leant back, smile still firmly on his face as he took in the sight of pink tinged skin, delicate features, and kiss swollen lips. He reached up, caressing his fingers along his jaw and up his cheek before snagging the glasses that blocked his view of huge, shimmering jade eyes and tossing them carelessly in the direction of the couch. He stared down into Harry's face, one thing repeating over and over again in his head as he lost himself in those green depths. "I love you."
Harry let out a small giggle on a contented sigh, his hands reaching up to cup a pale, handsome face. "I love you, too. A lot, actually. I think I have for a while."
A relieved bubble of laughter escaped him, drowned out by Harry's lips once again connecting with his own, and chased by a playful tongue. Draco broke away with a groan, nibbling and suckling along a thin neck as he whispered against the flesh, "It's so nice to finally be alone with you, to not have to worry about someone barging in on us."
"Thanks for the reminder," Harry huffed out, hands stroking lazily along the planes of Draco's back, "I can't shake the feeling of being watched. It's the damn portraits, and not to mention this place usually has an elf popping in every five minutes." He looked up into darkened eyes, a suggestive glint in his own. "I would much rather you take me to bed."
"Oh? Where's your Gryffindor courage? I thought you'd be a House of exhibitionists."
"I'll settle for leaving the curtains open."
With a bark of laughter Draco rolled away, careful not to crush the body beneath him, and came to his feet in an elegant, liquid movement. He held his hand out to Harry, tugging him to his feet before giving him a light shove towards the dormitory stairs. As an afterthought he gave his bum a quick pinch, delighting at Harry's gasp and quick step away from the offending hand. Draco lunged after him, pretending to repeat his action, grinning when Harry reacted exactly how he expected him to. As Harry bolted he gave chase and both boys raced up the stairs, giggling and batting playfully at each other. They burst through the heavy door, for once not having to worry about noise or watchful gazes. Their eyes danced with mirth as they met before their bodies collided almost painfully, their lips worked furiously together. Tongues tangled and danced heatedly as hands flew, roaming, pulling and tugging. Draco's shirt buttons were all but ripped from their holes, the garment tossed carelessly to a far-flung corner of the room, Harry's t-shirt quickly following. They stepped out of their shoes and socks as they staggered to the bed, falling down onto the soft mattress, their fingers never stopping in their quest to explore familiar territory.
Draco kissed his way down Harry's lithe body, stopping to toy with a sensitive nipple before dragging his tongue along the dip of his stomach. His intentions were clear as he nipped gently at the taut skin over a hipbone, fingers fumbling with Harry's belt buckle. He frowned, puzzled, when a hand carded through his hair, guiding him firmly back up, but he was soon happily occupied by Harry worshipping his neck with open mouthed kisses, sharp teeth and a skilled tongue.
"I think…I think I want to have sex with you," Harry panted against the warm, damp skin. His hips rolled almost unconsciously against the body above him, delighting in the friction as hard lengths pressed together through the restriction of their trousers.
"You think?" Draco managed to bite out as Harry continued his teasing ministrations, blunt nails dragging along the muscles of his back. "Make sure you're a hundred percent certain." Whilst they had done many things together in the sanctuary of Harry's fourposter, they had yet to have full penetrative sex. They had wanted to take time to get to know each other properly, explore one another and their relationship first, and make sure they were both on the same page, with no pressure or expectation.
"I am, I want this, I want you. But only if you're ready, too." His hands came to rest on the waistband of Draco's trousers, thumbs drawing small circles over smooth skin in question.
In response Draco nodded with a grin, shimmying back down Harry's torso to his previous position. He swiftly undid the fastenings of his jeans, pulling them down along with the boxers as Harry raised his hips to aid him, and unceremoniously threw them from the bed. His eyes focused in on his goal, his head leaning in, but once again a hand in his hair had him halting. He let out an impatient breath against hot skin, hooded, dark eyes fluttering up towards blown green, "I'm starting to think you don't want my lips around your cock."
Harry's own breath hitched, swallowing thickly at the site of Draco looking up at him, dishevelled and wanting, knowing he himself must be looking rather desperate for the blonde to continue his plans. "Oh, believe me, I do," He gasped out as pale fingers trailed lazily along his thighs and teased just short of where he most wanted attention, "but you're currently wearing far too many clothes."
Draco groaned in frustration, a pink tongue darting out to flick the very tip of Harry's cock before vanishing back behind pale lips. He grinned at the brunette's own look of frustration as he took his time removing the offending garments. As soon as he was resettled he took Harry into his mouth without warning, swallowing as much as he could and giving a long, hard suck. He smiled to himself as Harry's back arched cleanly off the mattress at the unexpected onslaught, his head thrown back and a torrent of curses and unintelligible sounds of pleasure forced from his lips. Satisfied with his small act of revenge, he slipped his mouth off the head, his tongue swirling before dipping into the slit. He took his time to drive Harry crazy with lust, dragging his tongue along the length and gently sucking, making sure Harry was sufficiently distracted as a long finger began caressing the sensitive skin between his arse cheeks. When Harry moaned out his name he grew bolder, whispering a quick spell to lubricate his way as he began to ease a finger past the muscle.
They had done this before, and Harry knew what to expect, so it wasn't long before gentle pressure and loving attention to his cock had the smaller boy relaxing fully, moaning and writhing as he watched Draco's head bob over his lap. He spread his legs further to better accommodate Draco's movements, rocking his hips to encourage him deeper, faster. His enthusiasm was rewarded with another finger, and he waited with bated breath for what he knew was coming. Whimpered encouragements spilled past his lips as those fingers prepared him agonisingly slowly, twisting and scissoring, causing delicious friction but always falling just short of that spot that would have him seeing stars.
Draco grinned around the hard flesh, knowing exactly what he was doing. He watched as Harry squirmed and begged, his hips shuddering, all but fucking himself down onto Draco's fingers and up into his mouth. The sight and the sounds of the other had him humming lowly in desire, his own erection grinding down into the mattress beneath him. He gave in as Harry's hand clenched in his hair tightly and pushed his fingers in as deep as they could go, quickly locating that small bundle of nerves.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out, his hips moving to meet each of Draco's fast, hard thrusts. "Finally, you bastard."
Draco sucked a few more times before sliding off Harry's cock, smirking up into narrowed, needy eyes. "You love it." To make his point he added a third and final finger, not bothering to slow his relentless pace, knowing that Harry was more than relaxed enough for it.
"I'm ready, you bloody Slytherin, would you please fuck me already?" Harry begged through clenched teeth.
"Well, since you asked so politely." Draco slowly withdrew his fingers, revelling in the feeling of clenching muscle trying to pull him back in. He shifted to lay fully between Harry's legs, tan knees spread wide at his sides, muttering that same spell as he aligned himself. "Are you sure?" He panted, staring down into wide, expressive eyes, searching for the slightest hint of hesitation.
"Yes," Harry hissed, "Please, I want you, I need you."
Satisfied, Draco slowly pushed through the tight, quivering muscle, burying his face in Harry's neck to stifle his moans at the sensation of tight heat engulfing him. He gently rolled his hips, giving small, shallow thrusts, getting deeper and deeper with each one as he felt Harry's body fall supple and pliant beneath him. "Merlin, you're so good. Stay relaxed, baby. You feel incredible."
"I am relaxed," Harry breathed hotly into his ear, "Keep going. I'm fine, I'm great." And he meant it. He could feel the stretch and burn of the intrusion but Draco's gentle care and his own trust and desire for the blonde had him easily ignoring it, revelling instead in the tantalising friction, almost shivering in anticipation.
Draco paused once he was fully seated, taking a moment to bask in the feeling of being completely connected with Harry, the other's legs and arms wrapped tight around his frame, pulling him impossibly closer. He waited until Harry became fully adjusted, his breathing evening out. When Harry pleaded a strained "move" against the soft skin behind his ear he sought out his lips, kissing him deeply and thoroughly as he began to pull out before pushing back in, setting up a slow, steady rhythm. With each thrust he changed his angle ever so slightly, searching for that spot that would have Harry feeling as incredible as he did.
"Fuck me," Harry gasped out into Draco's mouth as a jolt of hot pleasure rushed through him. "There, right there."
At his cry Draco sped up his movements, encouraged harder and faster as twin sounds of pleasure filled the room. He levered up just enough to get a hand between their bodies, clasping Harry's length firmly in his grasp. He pressed his forehead into the pillow beside his boyfriend's head, his mouth on Harry's shoulder. Electric shivers erupted over his skin as the brunette's face buried in the crook of his neck, a stream of lust-fuelled whimpers and nonsensical sounds spoken against his overheated skin. He pumped his hand over Harry's cock, matching his frantic rhythm, and Harry's body pushed up into his fist before driving down to meet him with each thrust.
"Fuck, I think I'm gunna..." Harry managed as he turned his face further into Draco's neck.
"Me too, baby, soon." Draco sped up his pace, eager to push Harry over the edge, "Come for me."
And he did, his scream echoing around the empty dorm, muscles clenching tight around Draco as a firm hand wrung out his every last drop of pleasure. The sensation was enough to send Draco into his own climax, his teeth clamping on Harry's shoulder to muffle his cries as he buried deep into tight heat.
Panting and content, basking in the buzzing haze of their afterglow, their lips met in a messy, wet kiss. Rolling to Harry's side, Draco allowed himself to collapse, easing out of Harry's body before dragging the boy towards him. With his boyfriend half draped over his chest, a leg thrown haphazardly over his waist, Draco closed his eyes, content. "I love you, Harry," He murmured into soft black hair.
"Oh, am I not 'baby' anymore?" Harry teased, nuzzling his cheek against Draco's shoulder.
The blonde stiffened, fingers temporarily halting their lazy doodling over warm skin before he shook his head, letting out an amused snort as he relaxed into the soft mattress. "I don't really know where that came from. Sorry."
"Don't be, it was nice." Harry placed soft, sweet kisses to Draco's chest, the only place he could reach. "You make me feel so wanted, so safe. This was perfect. I love you."
They lay in contented, comfortable silence, drifting in and out of sleep and enjoying the warmth of the other pressed up against them. The toll of the bell indicating the start of dinner had them rising languidly, shuffling through a basic cleaning routine before dragging on some clothes, the promise of delicious food luring them from their happy peace. Hand in hand, with messy hair and secret smiles, both wearing one of Harry's oversized, soft hoodies, they headed down to the Great Hall to enjoy the first official meal of the Christmas holidays together.
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To Be Continued (within 48 hours).
Happy Reading,
Love,
Bambi x
