Disclaimer: JKR owns all HP characters and settings etc. They are not my dollies, I simply stole them and played with them for a short while. Only the plot belongs to me.
Rated: M for language and some sexual situations.
Warnings: There will be slash/ malexmale/ yaoi/ whatever you want to call it. Basically, if you are a homophobe, I don't advise reading this story. Also, for some, there may be unbearable amounts of fluffy relationship stuff that may induce vomiting and/or blindness. Have a nice day.
Post-DH but NOT epilogue compliant. There may be some spoilers.
Finally! The chapter you've all been waiting for! New Years! Enjoy, and be warned there is a little action in here ;)
Harry sat impatiently on the sofa, fidgeting and twitching and keeping one eye on the clock, hoping that by the sheer power of his will, he could speed time up. He had been sitting in his seat for the past fifteen minutes, although he'd been ready for Draco's arrival for an hour previously. It was the first time they'd see each other outside of school on more-than-friendly terms, and he was nervous. He ran his hands over his black slack-clad thighs once again, drying his lightly perspiring palms as he wondered if the bottle-green shirt that was just a little too tight, so it showed off his toned chest, was too much. He had left the top two buttons undone in an effort to make it look less formal, but it had a side-effect of exposing a little more of himself than he normally would. Harry hoped it would entice Draco, and not give him the impression that he was needy, and a slut. He had also attempted to comb his hair in a feeble bid to make it lie flat, but had given up and thrown his comb at the mirror after its fifth comment that it was a battle he would never win.
Kreacher was on stand-by to provide Draco with everything he needed once he had arrived; although the little elf looked slightly mutinous, as Harry had made him take a bath in order to look more presentable. He was waiting in the kitchen, having prepared the boys some drinks, and was now sweeping away invisible specks of dust that would infuriate any respectable Black family heir.
At five to eleven, Harry stood up and began pacing the room, unable to sit still any longer. His heart rate had accelerated and he clenched and unclenched his shaking fists in an attempt to work out some of the adrenaline in his system. He wondered when the prospect of seeing Draco had started to have this effect on him; why he suddenly had to impress the boy with everything about him; his appearance; his home; his personality; his conversational skills. Harry's heart stopped at the thought. He'd invited Draco over an hour early. He'd have to make conversation with the boy for a whole hour; all the while knowing that at midnight, he'd have to kiss him, and the kiss had to be perfect. Harry thought he might have started hyperventilating, had there not been three precise knocks on the front door. He looked at the clock. Eleven o'clock precisely. It was Draco.
Kreacher hurried past him to the door as Harry stepped out of the living room and into the hall; throwing a glance at Mrs. Black's portrait; that had finally been silenced by some rather clever spellwork on Hermione's behalf. The curtains were open and the old hag was screaming at the top of her voice; but not a sound could be heard. He flicked his wand in the direction of the painting and drapes slid slowly shut as Kreacher open the heavy door to reveal the tall, slim figure of Draco Malfoy on Harry's doorstep.
Instantly, all Harry's worried were dispersed as he took in the sight of Draco standing there. His white-blond hair was expertly styled and few strands hung loosely about his face, straying from the rest, which was beautifully swept back from his aristocratic profile. His ivory skin gleamed in the moonlight; accentuating the high cheekbones and molten silver colour of his trademark Malfoy eyes. As he stepped over the threshold of the house and unfastened the black travelling clock, Harry saw he was dressed in charcoal grey slacks not unlike his own, and a smart black and grey pinstriped shirt which was left unbuttoned at the top, exposing his unmarked, elegantly pale neck. The Malfoy smirk appeared on his pointed features as Harry remained stationary; staring at him. Kreacher bowed low, taking the cloak from "Master Malfoy" and scurrying away to hang it up and collect the refreshments Harry had ordered to be served in the lounge upon Draco's arrival.
Harry blinked and came to his senses, letting out a soft, ungainly croak as he tried to speak. Draco chuckled.
"Eloquent as ever, Harry." He moved closer, stepping towards the other boy until he stood in his space and leaned down slightly to whisper in his ear, "I assure you, I would have done the same thing, had it not been so cold outside."
"Eeerk…" Harry mentally groaned at his ability to embarrass himself at the most inappropriate of times.
Draco chuckled openly at his latest exclamation and leaned in to kiss him softly. It was brief and subdued, but honest at the same time, as both boys felt and conveyed just how much they'd missed each other during the short period they'd been apart.
Harry pulled back a little and smiled up at Draco, "Hey… You were supposed to wait until midnight to do that…" He grinned and checked his watch. "You're fifty seven minutes too early."
Draco grinned and then laughed. "Well, I haven't kissed you in nearly nine days… Surely one little kiss is allowed?"
Harry smiled and led him through to the lounge, where Kreacher had discreetly served them butterbeer and their mutual favourite Honeyduke's chocolate.
They sat on the same sofa as one another and soon became lost in conversation. Harry had had nothing to worry about during the moments that he had feared talking to Draco would be awkward: they slipped back into their discussions as if they had never been apart. They talked about their Christmas' – Harry having to fill Draco in about Teddy Lupin, which was ironic seeing as the boy's grandmother was Draco's aunt – Quidditch, Ron-and-Hermione, their suspicions about Luna-and-Neville, and what they would do once Hogwarts was over. During the time they talked, neither noticed that they were gradually drifting closer and closer together - as though drawn to each other – until their knees and shoulders brushed together simultaneously and they both looked up from their drinks in surprise.
Draco reached for Harry's hand and gave it a light squeeze as the other boy blushed and looked at the blond; smiling. He brushed an unruly strand of dark hair out of Harry's eyes and locked his gaze with the emerald pools. Whatever he had been going to say – or do – was interrupted by the chiming of the grandfather clock out in the hall. They both jumped as the sound echoed into the room and Harry looked at his watch stupidly. "Blimey, is it-" But he was cut off as Draco pulled him close and whispered a hurried "Happy New Year, Harry" before pressing his pale lips to Harry's slightly darker ones.
The kiss was just as good, if not better, than their first kiss had been, under the mistletoe back in their shared room at Hogwarts. Draco's arm found its way back around Harry's waist and pulled him closer as his other hand found its way to the back of his head, making quick work of dishevelling the already messy shock of dark hair. The shorter boy was forced to tilt his chin up just slightly to meet Draco's lips, and this acted to the blond's advantage as he made an easy task of slipping his wicked tongue past Harry's parted lips; delving into his mouth and starting a war for dominance between their slick muscles as one of Harry's hands rested on the side of his head, the palm resting against his racing pulse point as Harry's thumb gently brushed against the line of his jaw tentatively. Draco felt Harry lick teasingly at his lower lip before the other boy's tongue dipped forward into his own mouth and began mapping out all Harry found there as he tasted the beauty of Draco.
They kissed well past the end of the midnight chimes, breaking apart only so they could both gasp for lost breath. The blond lay back against the sofa, he cheeks flushed as he pulled Harry along with him and shifted a little so the dark-haired boy was forced to rest on top of his lithe body. The action caused their groins to brush together and they both let out wanton groans as their aching erections that had resulted from the fiery kiss, received much needed attention. Draco arched his back in a primal urge to seek more of the sensation it caused, and moved his hips as Harry responded by grinding forcefully against him. The taller boy gripped the sides of Harry's arms and rolled them over, pinning Harry to his own couch as they both continued the motions of their hips, letting out soft moans and gasps of enjoyment and pleasure as they set a rhythm between them.
The shorter boy's gasps at the sensations below his waist, were mingled with a cry; caused by Draco latching on to his neck; his tongue lavishing the sensitive skin beneath it, as his white teeth nibbled and bit gently; the blond boy working to leave a mark that would both claim Harry as his own and act as a reminder of tonight's activities.
They set a brutal pace between them, grinding their hips against one another, only concerned with how to make the feeling in their crotches more and more pleasurable. Harry let out an ungraceful grunt as a particularly hard thrust from Draco's hips made his normally loose slacks feel entirely too tight around his throbbing erection, and he bent his legs at the knee; spreading them and allowing Draco to settle between his thighs as he wrapped them around the taller boy's waist. Arching his back, Harry somehow managed to roll the two boys over, reversing their positions and pinning Draco underneath him; his legs still spread so he was straddling the blond as they each continued to seek out the heat stemming from the other with their hips; letting out moans of pleasure as they felt each other's hardness through their layers of clothing.
As the pace between their hips quickened and their movements became more and more frantic and erratic, Draco leaned up; seeking Harry's mouth with his own panting one and drew him back into another impassioned kiss as they both reached their climaxes simultaneously, with twin groans and mumbles of each other's names as their seed spilled from them and they collapsed, panting once again.
Draco was first to recover from their shared orgasm; raising his groggy head from the cushions on the couch, and licking the bruise he had left on Harry's throat tiredly, as the other boy slowly came down from his orgasm, panting gently; his forehead buried in Draco's shoulder. The blond groped for his wand and cast a simple cleaning charm over both of them as Harry murmured incoherently; the painful spot on his neck receiving yet more attention from Draco as he licked it, but the dark-haired boy did not make any motion to move away. A satisfied smile graced his lips as he felt the cooling stickiness surrounding his crotch vanish, and he looked up at Draco. "That was good…"
The blond chuckled and licked the shell of Harry's ear. "I have to go…"
"Now?" Harry blinked and sat up, sliding from Draco's chest and looking into his grey eyes as the other nodded and copied him; pulling himself into an upright position and gently caressing Harry's still-flushed cheek.
"Mother and Father might notice I've gone if I stay much longer." His touch turned apologetic, and he let the other boy know he didn't wanted to be parted from him any more than Harry did, through the tenderness of a simple brush of his fingers upon Harry's smooth skin.
Although put out, the raven understood. If they wanted this to continue, Draco couldn't be caught sneaking out in the middle of the night to visit him; nor could he be found missing from the Manor. They stood a little haphazardly, and Kreacher brought Draco his cloak, bowing as he delivered it and disappeared from the room again. Harry showed him to the door and they kissed one final time, Draco enveloping his host in his arms; whispering "I'll write…" before he disappeared into the blackness of the first morning of the new year and leaving Harry still fresh with the thoughts of their recent activities in his mind and a blossoming purple bruise on his neck.