I am a horrible person... *whimpers*

I am so sorry for not updating! Christmas jumped me! Anyway, I'll be uploading the rest super quick, I swear! Thanks for waiting, lovelies *hugs*

Warnings for this chapter: Somewhat heavy BDSM and not at all fit for minors. Do me a favor and be careful, yes?

"Harry, are you sure this is safe?"

Harry gave Andromeda a reassuring smile and stroked the pretty, dappled pony beside him. The lovely creature whinnied and nudged against his hand, his soft brown eyes blinking in the winter sun. His counterpart- a pretty brown mare was nuzzling against a delighted Teddy, apparently vying for another sugar lump. The old church in the background really set the scene. To Harry, it was like something out of a picture book.

"Look at them, Andy," he laughed. "Does that look dangerous to you?"

Teddy was practically beside himself with excitement, running around the sleigh and the ponies like a Firebolt while his hair went from blue to green to purple and back to black at pretty much the same speed. He stroked Daisy's flank and sprinted into the sleigh as his godfather and grandmother watched with fond smiles.

"We'll have a great day, won't we Ted?" Harry asked.

"Pony ride! Pony ride!" Teddy cheered.

Andromeda gave up, a smile lighting up her refined features. "I suppose I'm outnumbered," she said, shaking her head. "Just please be careful."

"I promise," Harry replied. "I'm always careful with him."

"I know," she agreed. Her smile turned to a faint smirk that was reminiscent of her very Slytherin roots. "Speaking of wild stallions, where is my nephew today? Won't he be joining you?"

Harry had to suppress a smirk of his own as he replied as earnestly as he could manage. "Draco is a little tied up at the moment. I'm sure he'll come soon enough though."

It was a bloody fantastic day, if he did say so himself. The countryside had transformed into a winter wonderland, all pristine snow and shimmering, frosted trees and Harry and his godson had the time of their lives. Naturally, the snowball fight turned into a full blown war, with Harry getting trounced by a six year old who had the good sense to camouflage himself by turning his hair a shocking white. The little cheater- apparently he was picking up pointers from his cousin.

The snow angel competition was a little less one sided and was finally declared a tie. By the time they returned to Andromeda's place they were cold and exhausted and more than willing to put up with a scolding or three from the scandalized witch for giant mugs of hot chocolate.

A little while later, a tired out Teddy had been tucked into bed and Harry was almost sorry to have to leave- until he remembered his delightful little Christmas present back at the flat, just waiting to be unwrapped. With a barely concealed smirk, he gave Andromeda a quick kiss goodbye and practically hurtled back home.

Harry closed the door behind him with a soft click and surveyed his flat approvingly. The earthy decor Draco had insisted on always left him feeling strangely tranquil. The crackle of flames from the fire place lent the place a soft, welcoming glow that made him smile. And then he made his way down the hall and into the living room.

All those feelings of contentment and peace immediately fled in the face of the glorious sight laid out before him, leaving him with nothing but the stirrings of insatiable hunger.

"Oh yes," Harry hissed, letting his eyes roam freely about Draco's prone form. The blond was pale and nude and fucking fantastic- crouching on all fours against the plush carpet with his hands bound behind his back and his pert arse sticking up in blatant invitation. Not at all surprising considering that was how Harry had left him hours ago. And he noted with a grin, Draco didn't seem to appreciate it at all.

The blond turned his head to shoot a venomous glare at Harry, the effect somewhat ruined by the fact that he was all trussed up like a particularly delicious Christmas dinner. Harry cocked his head, taking in the view of the mistletoe plug jutting out from between Draco's arse cheeks. He waved his wand and Draco squirmed as the plug buzzed inside him. The blond glared daggers at Harry again and would probably have resorted to rather vivid insights on the man's parentage, physical attributes and overall appearance, had it not been for the red ball gag thrust in his mouth. A thin, silver chain connecting the ever present nipple clamps had been added to Draco's growing ensemble. (Present number eleven, was it? Harry had lost count after the reindeer riding harness.)

The chain was looped around the clamps and threaded through a convenient hook attached to the floor, effectively tethering the blond and holding him in place- arse up and ripe for the taking. And of course, it wouldn't be Christmas season without Draco's present of the day.

"Well I don't know about you, but personally I think I love tinsel more than ever," Harry smirked. Draco made a muffled sound behind the gag that sounded suspiciously like fuck you, Potter. Harry chuckled and nudged him gently with his foot. The blond teetered slightly with a squeak of protest as the wretched bell clamps around his nipples jingled merrily.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that sound," Harry smirked, ignoring Draco's muffled snarl. He took a slow circle around his prize, admiring the pretty picture he made. Tinsel- as it turned out- was a perfect substitute for silk ropes once it had been magically reinforced, and he had to admit the sight of the sparkling, red and green strips tying Draco's hands behind his back was a lot prettier than ordinary silk. That wasn't all. Harry had taken the liberty of draping it all around the blond- so it hung around his bare body in sparkling strands of red and green and silver. After all, it was Christmas. Harry's eyes darkened and Draco shivered under his heated gaze, wiggling his arse with an urgent whimper.

"I should leave you tied up like this more often," Harry purred. "All trussed up and pretty and waiting for me. Go out for hours, knowing that when I come back you're going to be right where I want you- waiting for me to fuck you till you see stars. Would you like that?"

Draco moaned and thrust his arse out further, if such a thing was possible. Harry hissed and ran a proprietary hand down a plump, pale cheek, squeezing roughly. The soft flesh trembled beneath his touch and Harry leaned forward and licked a stripe down Draco's arse cheek.

Draco moaned again and thrust against his teasing tongue, his skin smooth and pink and fucking flawless. Harry tortured him with kitten like licks, first laving attention on his arse and then licking down his thigh before trailing back up to smooth, exposed bollocks, blowing against naked flesh every now and then. Draco capitulated almost at once, whining and twisting and whimpering pleadingly under Harry until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed hold of Draco's arse, squeezing that pale flesh in his palms.

"You're mine," he growled, fumbling with his trousers. "My little plaything that I can torment and tie up and take whenever I fucking want. Isn't that right?" He smacked that pretty arse, eliciting a squeal and a desperate nod from the blond. Harry growled and fumbled with his trousers, pulling his cock out and jacking himself with a crazed urgency. With his free hand he eased the plug out of Draco as gently as his lust crazed state would allow, replacing it with his cock in one smooth thrust. Draco screamed into the gag, pushing back as much as he possibly could. The chain strained against his sore nipples and he whimpered but met Harry's brutal thrusts eagerly. Harry rammed into him over and over, draping his body over Draco's light frame and biting down on his shoulder like an animal. Draco moaned and bared his neck, making those delectable whimpering sounds again. But it wasn't enough. Harry wanted to hear him scream. He fumbled with the strap of the gag, ripping it off Draco and tossing it away; thrusting into the blond's silky, slick heat as it clenched down on him.

"More," Draco demanded. "More more more..."

Harry growled and angled himself, finding the blond's prostate with one quick jab. Draco screamed and bucked violently against him, his litany of more more more lost in a torrent of screams and gasps and shudders. Harry's teeth clenched down on his shoulder again and the blond came with a splendid arch of his back and a shattering moan. Harry rammed against him again, twice more before his spine arched and his fingers clenched around Draco's arse and his own orgasm hit like a tidal wave. He came with a violent shudder, emptying himself inside Draco.

Harry remained where he was until a peevish complaint shattered his post coital haze.

"Get off, you bastard!"

Of course. Harry rolled his eyes and uncoupled himself from his boyfriend, who squeaked in surprise at the abrupt retreat. He smirked as he felt Draco's tight little hole clenching at him in protest as he withdrew his spent cock. Faint bruises adorned the blond's hips and spunk dribbled down his thighs. He looked absolutely debauched and Harry couldn't resist needling him.

"I did get off," he pointed out cheekily. "It was fantastic, thank you for asking."

Draco was in no mood for cheerful conversation. He turned to scowl at his annoying boyfriend, still trussed and tethered to the floor. "Pervert," he sputtered, outraged all over again now that the shagging had been dispensed with. "I can't believe you left me tied up like that!"

"What can I say, love? You bring out the worst in me." He flopped down next to Draco with a satisfied sigh, grinning as his boyfriend huffed petulantly. Harry ruffled his hair fondly- an action he was only able to get away with because the blond was still tied up.

"Bastard," Draco mumbled habitually.

"Be nice," Harry teased. "Or I might have to revisit present number seven."

"You are not coming anywhere near me with that paddle again!" Draco practically shrieked. "It took three whole days before I managed to spell those bruises away!"

"Pity," Harry mused. "I rather liked having 'ho ho ho' branded all over your arse- really brought in the spirit of the season." Draco practically snarled and Harry laughed. "Cheer up," he grinned, getting up and steadying himself with a hand on Draco's behind. "You still have ten more presents to go. Who knows what wonders tomorrow will bring?" And with that, he cheerfully smacked the fuming blond on the arse and sauntered off towards the kitchen.

Draco gaped at him wide eyed for all of ten seconds before managing an indignant protest. "Wait!" he demanded, jingling as he twisted against his bonds. "Where the hell are you going?!"

"I need to rehydrate before I 'deck the halls' again!" Harry shot back. "I'm only human, you know."