Chapter 15
Jamie groaned the next morning. His leather jockstrap was hugging his body a bit too tightly, the piece of clothing squeaking awfully as Jamie moved. He looked at Blaise, who was still sleeping. "What time is it?" he groaned reaching for his glasses and wand. He casted a tempus spell only to see that they have two hours until the Hogwarts Express leaves for the Christmas holidays.
"Blaise… Blaise…. Get up!" Jamie yelled, shaking his boyfriend.
"What's it?" Blaise grumbled. He groaned as he moved. "God… remind me to take off our clothes next time we sleep," he groaned.
"I know," Jamie said, getting out of the bed. "Come on! We have two hours till the train leaves." They struggled to get out of their leather clothing for a bit before getting dressed in their dress robes from last night. When they were done, Jamie looked at Blaise and said, "Loved it, but next time I choose what we wear."
"Fair enough… now give me a good-bye kiss," Blaise smirked. Jamie grabbed the teen and pulled him close, kissing the Slytherin deeply.
Harry and Draco felt like they were getting closer to the answer, but it was still too far away. Last night they've read three chapters of the book hiding in Dumbledore's office, and even though they've read about curses that made their enemies' skin boil, spells that tore a man apart, and other horrible curses there was not one word or mention of immortality. Now standing at the entrance hall waiting for his twin, Harry wanted to do nothing else but open up his journal and resume reading. But it was too dangerous in the hall, surrounded by students. "Harry!" Draco called out. Harry turned and smiled at Draco. The Slytherin walked towards the smaller teen and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. "I just want to say Happy Christmas before you leave," Draco whispered. "Blaise and I are spending Christmas here."
"Oh, okay," Harry said. He wrapped his arms around Draco. For some reason, he felt like he can just be himself around Draco, that any hesitations or second-thoughts didn't exist once he and Draco touch or talk. "Does that mean I get a Christmas kiss?" he asked.
Draco smirked. "With your permission, and if there was no one else here I would do so much more, lo—Harry," he said.
"You can call me that," Harry said. "'love.' You can call me that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah… I'm sure," Harry said, smiling.
"Whatever you say, love," Draco smiled. They leaned forward and kissed. It seemed so natural to Harry at this point, their lips pressing against each other, their eyes closing and arms holding onto each other; Draco's hands pressed on the small of Harry's back while Harry's spread out on Draco's. Harry didn't know who opened their mouths first but soon their tongues were pushing against each other, teasing each other with perverted flicks and wishes. Then Draco stepped away smirking. "Something to look forward to," he winked.
"Git," Harry muttered.
"Yes, but this git loves you, Harry," Draco said.
"I love you too," Harry said. He kissed Draco again and bit his bottom lip. "Something to look forward to," he said with a smirk.
Draco chuckled and shook his head. "How I am going to survive the holiday, I don't know," he said.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine… and I'll be sending you letters," Harry said. "Especially when I find out about you-know-what."
"You better," Draco whispered. They stared at each other for a moment and moved to kiss again only to be interrupted by Jamie.
"Come on Harry, we have to go," he said.
Harry sighed. "I'll see you in New Years, Draco."
"Goodbye, my love." They kissed one final time, a kiss that was too quick for either of them, and Harry hurried to follow his brother.
"So, you two left Slughorn's early but didn't come back?"
"If you ask us one more time…" Jamie grumbled.
"And quit looking at us like that," Harry said. "Nothing perverted happened!" They were standing alone at the Burrow's kitchen sink, peeling a mountain of sprouts for Mrs. Weasley. Snow was drifting past the window in front of them.
"Sure, it didn't," Ron said.
"Where's Colin? I thought you would try and bring him over here," Jamie said trying to change the subject.
"I didn't tell Mum or Dad about him yet," Ron said.
"Tell Mum what?" Fred's voice said as the twins entered the kitchen.
"Aaah, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them."
"I'm more interested in what little Ronnikins didn't tell Mum or Dad," George said.
"I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," Ron said grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"
"But meanwhile," George said, sitting down at the kitchen table and putting his feet up on it, "we can enjoy watching you demonstrate the correct use of a—whoops-a-daisy!"
"You made me do that!" Ron said angrily, sucking his cut them. "You wait, when I'm seventeen—"
"I'm sure you'll dazzle us all with hitherto unsuspected magical skills," Fred yawned.
"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," George said, what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young man called—unless our information is faulty—Colin Creevey?"
Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts. "Mind your own business."
Harry slapped his bleeding thumb away before it could touch the knife and pulled, a bit roughly, Ron's entire arm towards him so he could bandage it.
"What a snappy retort," Fred said. "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was… how did it happen?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Did he have an accident or something?"
"What?"
"Well, how did he sustain such extensive brain damage! Careful, now!"
Mrs. Weasley entered the room just in time to see Ron snatch his arm from Harry and throw the sprout knife at Fred, who had turned it into a paper airplane with one lazy flick of his wand.
"Ron!" she said furiously. "Don't you ever let me see you throwing knives again!"
"I won't," Ron said, "let you see," he added under his breath as Harry yanked his arm back to finish bandaging it.
"Fred, George, I'm sorry, dears, but Remus is arriving tonight so Bill will have to squeeze in with you two."
"No problem," George said.
"Then, as Charlie isn't coming home, that just leaves Harry, Jamie and Ron in the attic, and if Fleur shares with Ginny—"
"—that'll make Ginny's' Christmas—" Fred muttered.
"—everyone should be comfortable. Well, they'll have a bed, anyway," Mrs. Weasley said, sounding slightly harassed.
"Percy definitely not showing his ugly face, then?" Fred asked.
Mrs. Weasley turned away before she answered. "No, he's busy, I expect, at the Ministry."
"Or he's the world's biggest prat,' Fred said, as Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen. "One of the two. Well, let's get going, then, George."
"What are you two up to?" Ron asked. Harry finished bandaging his thumb and hit him on the shoulder. "Can't you help us with these sprouts? You could just use your wand and then we'll be free too!"
"No, I don't think we can do that," Fred said seriously. "It's very character-building stuff, learning to peel sprouts without magic, makes you appreciate how difficult it is for Muggles and Squibs—"
"—and if you want people to help you, Ron," George added, throwing the paper airplane at him, "I wouldn't chuck knives at them. Just a little hint. We're off to the village, there's a very pretty girl working in the paper shop who thinks my card tricks are something marvelous…almost like real magic…"
"And she promised to bring her brother along. Bless them," Fred smiled.
"Gits," Ron said darkly, watching Fred and George setting off across the snowy yard. "If they talk about my pup like that again I'll…"
"Probably do something to lose a finger," Harry sighed. "And I haven't learned how to reattach limbs yet, so don't do it."
"Yeah, yeah," Ron muttered. "Whatever you say, Nurse Harry."
"You know, I should probably see about getting you a nice Nurse uniform," Jamie smirked. "You could bandage me up after—watch it!" Harry threw a sprout at his brother, which barely missed his head.
"Don't," was all Harry said before turning his attention back to peeling the sprouts. He ignored the two muscled brutes on either side of him as they whispered behind his back. He wanted to finish this as fast as he could. He wanted to return to his journal and continue reading. He transfigured the cover so that it would look like any non-descriptive book cover and not its usual leather-bound, and hoped that that would be enough to satisfied any nosy occupants who would want to look into his book. He felt that he was so close he could taste it.
As soon as they were done, Harry ran up to the attic and pulled his journal from under the bed. He opened to the pages where he kept the memory of Owle Bullock's book and started to read where he left off, tapping his wand to turn the page. It was Christmas Eve when he found something interesting. The chapter was titled Horcrux and there was a drawn picture of a wizard with what seemed to be a fractured circle inside of him, the section of the circle that broke off was outside of the wizard's body and entering something that looked like a necklace.
He then read, "Horcruxes are tools that enable the maker to become immortal. By the tearing and separation of the caster's soul, the caster is rendered immortal from any lethal blows and spells. The first known Dark Wizard to use a Horcrux was Herpo the Foul, the ancient Greek Dark Wizard whose spells and works still affect and inspire us to this day."
Harry stopped reading. His eyes bulged with excitement. He read the small introduction again and smiled to himself. He found it! He dove back into the book and continued reading, never moving from his seat until it was time for dinner. Mrs. Weasley walked into the small corner he was sitting in and said, "Harry dear, dinner is ready. If you could finish your page and join us?"
"Yes Mrs. Weasley," Harry said looking up. He felt slightly sick but also extremely pleased with himself. He just finished reading the precise directions on how to make a Horcrux. He felt sick reading it, but intellectually curious and satisfied. He wanted to learn more about Horcruxes, learn more about their creation, their history, what was Herpo the Foul's Horcrux and how did he die? Harry was heavily invested in the book and, but the small snippet of the paragraph that began at the bottom page, seemed to be on the edge of answering all his curious questions. But before that, dinner, and after, he needed to write a couple of letters.
The Weasleys and their guests were sitting in the living room, which Ginny had decorated so lavishly that it was rather like sitting in a paper-chain explosion. Fred, George, Harry, Jamie, and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up carrots for Christmas dinner. Stupefied, painted gold, stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowered down at them all, the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen.
They were all supposed to be listening to a Christmas broadcast by Mrs. Weasley's favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck, whose voice was warbling out of the large wooden wireless set. Fleur, who seemed to find Celestina very dull, was talking so loudly in the corner that a scowling Mrs. Weasley kept pointing her wand at the volume control, so that Celestina grew louder and louder. Fred and George started a game of Exploding Snape with Ginny. Ron kept shooting Bill and Fleur covert looks, as though hoping to pick up tips. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin, who was thinner and more ragged-looking than ever, was sitting beside the fire, staring into its depths as though he could not hear Celestina's voice.
Harry was in his small corner writing two letters. He felt bold writing to Voldemort in front of everyone, but nobody looked closely to him to see what he was writing. Only Fred noticed and teased, "Writing to your boyfriend, Harry?"
"Yes, I am," Harry said looking up.
The word boyfriend seemed to have gotten Mrs. Weasley's attention. "Boyfriend? What do you mean boyfriend?" she asked.
"Harry's got a boyfriend," Fred said cheekily. "Along with Jamie."
"And Ron," George said, laughing as Ron punched his shoulder.
"Really? Since when?" Mrs. Weasley asked, giving each boy a critical gaze.
Harry and Jamie stammered while Ron's face turned completely red. It was Ron surprisingly who talked first, "September," he said. "For all of us… I think… I'm uh dating a guy named Colin Creevey."
"Creevey?"
"He's in my year," Ginny said. "Small guy, always has his camera with him. He used to be a huge fan of Harry till Ron snatched him."
"Ronald Weasley! Why haven't you told me earlier?" Mrs. Weasley demanded. "I need to meet with him—oh you better not have told him anything bad about me or else—and you two? Why haven't you told me either?"
Harry and Jamie shared a guilty, sorry look. "We were umm… busy?" Harry tried.
"Yeah, busy sucking faces," George snickered. "Ow!" Ron punched his shoulder again.
"We're both dating… guys who aren't comfortable being out yet," Jamie lied.
"Oh…oh alright then," Mrs. Weasley nodded understandingly. "Such a pity then, to be in a world like this," she muttered to no one in particular before listening to her music and knitting. "Maybe I can finish one more before bed," she said.
Harry turned back to his letter, ignoring everyone else.
To the Dark Lord,
I am sorry for your delay, but I have finished your task. I now know how you have become immortal. Horcruxes. You have made a Horcrux, or perhaps more than a singular Horcrux which holds a piece of your soul. I am guessing that the diary I have destroyed in my second year, the diary that inspired me to create my own journals, was one such Horcrux. Due to the extremely young age the phantom of Tom Riddle looked, I believe that the Diary was the first.
I have reasons to believe that your horcruxes are what Dumbledore is looking for. He has the book which I used to find the information, Owle Bullock's Secrets of the Darkest Art locked away in his office. However due to my journals' ability to be a portable Pensieve, I was able to record the entirety of the book by simply convincing Dumbledore to look at it together and slowly go through the text page by page until I have seen the entirety of it. Then I simply placed the memory into my journal and replay the memory anytime I choose to read the book, using my wand to turn the page as the memory plays forward.
More importantly I have read the instructions of making a Horcrux and found it immensely fascinating! Though there have been many warnings against making a Horcrux, the history of its creation as well as its various uses turns my mind with various theories and thoughts that I cannot wait to prove true. I was not lying, my Lord, when I told you of my interest and obsession with the Dark Arts. Just reading it taints my soul with its addictive secrets that remain just out of reach, and I want to create a world where I can plunge myself in the Arts and drown to its Darkest depths. I want to know everything I can in order to be your successor, in order to become the most powerful wizard that I can become.
I hope this letter convinces you, my Lord.
Your faithful servant,
Harry Fleamont Potter
Harry quickly found that it was much easier to lie, and make the lie believable, if he suffocates it with truths, which he did in that letter. Satisfied with it, and positive that it will meet and stroke Voldemort's ego, he folded the letter in thirds and hid it under his leg as he began his letter to Draco.
Dear Draco,
I found it! I found out how Voldemort became immortal! I was right, it was in Bullock's book. The answer is Horcruxes. These objects enchanted with the darkest arts to hold a fragment of your soul. Voldemort has separated his soul into these Horcruxes and thus obtained immortality. It is how he lived all these years.
I've just finished a letter to Voldemort, it will be attached to yours, I want you to use an owl, any owl, that isn't Hedwig and have it deliver the letter. At this rate, it will be only a matter of time until we can convince Voldemort to come to Hogwarts and he and Dumbledore will kill each other. As for his Horcruxes, I am sure that he has them well hidden. If possible, I would want to obtain his memories before he dies. They will lead me to the Horcruxes and I'll be able to study them more deeply. This is fascinating stuff Draco. Dangerous, very dangerous, but totally fascinating. Just think: If it is possible to separate a soul, it should be possible to reattach it. Or maybe even transfer the soul entirely back into a human body if the Dementor's Kiss has been performed. If I can be as lewd as my brother, he would claim that I am getting a boner over all of this theoretical stuff, but just think of it Draco! We can save so many lives with this information!
Sorry… I think I might have rambled on. Anyway, I hope you and Blaise enjoy your Christmases. I'm always thinking of you Draco and missing your every touch. My heat and heart are flaming and aching to feel you again.
Love,
Harry
Harry folded his letter to Draco over his letter to Voldemort and stood up abruptly. "I'm going to use Hedwig," he muttered to his brother who nodded.
Harry went up to the attic where he found Hedwig sleeping in her cage. "Hey girl, hey, I got a letter for you to deliver," he said waking her up.
Hedwig hooted angrily, disgruntled that Harry woke her up, but her mood improved once Harry fed her some treats. "This letter needs to go to Draco, okay? He's at Hogwarts. And hurry!"
There was a knock behind him and Harry turned to see Fred standing in the doorway. He had a wrapped package and looked hesitant. "Hey, Harry," he said.
"Hey Fred, what's up?" Harry asked.
"Sorry for all that back there," Fred said. "George and I… we're kind of having a hard time right now… we thought that, you know, bringing in someone else into our… relationship would help, hence the girl at the shop and her brother. But it honestly didn't." He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know what's up with him recently. Am I not enough? What do you and Jamie do?"
"Us? Ohh umm… we just kissed… for the first time," Harry blushed.
"And how did it feel?"
Harry's blush deepened. He swallowed and said, "Amazing. I loved it. But… we both have boyfriends."
"I see…" Fred sighed and moved into the bedroom. He sat down and stared at the present in his hands. "Maybe that's what we need, other people… for ourselves. Although I don't think I can see myself sharing George. He's my twin. Mine. I love him… I love having sex with him. Everything was perfect when it was just the two of us. … Harry? Have you ever thought about it?"
"About what?"
"Having sex with Jamie," Fred said. "I know the way you two are, how he's always protecting you and you resting on him. And it's a bit obvious to say that he's really hot. So, have you?"
Harry's blush grew even deeper. He turned towards the window and said, "Yes but… also no? I've had a boyfriend before my current one, Viktor Krum. I felt safe between the two of them, but Viktor couldn't understand Jamie and mine relationship."
"And your current boyfriend does?"
"Yeah… they both do," Harry nodded. "They both know that there's a love between Jamie and I, between you and George, that they'll never be a part of. And they accept that."
"So… if the conditions were right, would you and Jamie, do it? Make love?" Fred asked again.
"We… I don't know," Harry said. He took a deep breath and tried to control his growing erection. "I'm open to it," he said.
Fred smiled and said, "It's the best. Getting fucked by your brother. Knowing that it's wrong but it feels so right. … If it were possible, I just know that I would want to marry George."
Harry smiled. "I think we're fine with just making out at the moment."
"That sounds hot," Fred said, a smirk playing his lips. "Maybe next time you two do that, George and I will join and watch?"
"Only if you two end up having sex in front of us!" Harry laughed, joking. Fred laughed with him and handed Harry the present.
"Thanks Harry! I think I know what to do. I was going to give this to you on Christmas day, but I just needed to talk with you," Fred said. "George and I are opening a lewder department to bring in more costumers. That box is the first batch."
"Oh…" Harry said. He unwrapped the present to see a discreet Weasley Brothers logo. He opened the box and his cheeks flared up. Inside the box was every sort of sex toy imaginable form long thick dildo and butt plugs, to nipple clips and whips. There were vibrators and an extra-long dildo that had both sides curved. Fred smiled and said, "It was fun practicing these products, but near the end I think I was having more fun than George."
"Thanks… I'm sure Jamie will love them," Harry smiled, moving the box to hide his hardening erection.
"You're welcome," Fred smiled. "Think of it as a thank you, for everything you and your brother have done." He patted Harry's shoulder, stood up, and left the room. Harry looked down at the box and blushed again. There was no denying that he was a little excited to use some of these toys, and they would be very helpful with his heat. Making a decision, he went to the door and closed it.
Harry took off all of his clothes, his slim pale body seeming to glisten in the moonlight as he walked towards the box. He took out the dildo first. It was thick, about three inches, and six inches long and a dark blue coloring. There was a small note attached to the realistic-looking balls. "Self-Screwing Dildo with Lube-Cumming Action! Just insert the dildo, squeeze the balls, and get ready for the ride of your life!"
Harry blushed. He was accustomed to his fingers whenever his heat became unbearable… but a full dildo? He hoped that it would fit. He licked his lips in anticipation and looked inside the box for lube, which he found in a very small bottle. Taking the dildo and the lube, he went to his and Jamie's bed and laid down. He lifted his legs, thankful that he was flexible with his lithe size, and opened the bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount on his fingers and brought his hand to his exposed hole. Pink and hairless it quivered in anticipation as Harry teased it with his finger, brushing it around the hole, tapping it lightly. The cold lube dripped on Harry's hot hole and caused a strange sensation that made Harry moan lightly. Before he moved any further, he used his free hand to grab his wand and, breaking Hogwarts rules, pointed it at the door and said, "Muffliato!"
He placed the wand away and pushed tip of his finger inside his hole, the muscle clenching around in resistance before relaxing. Harry always found that it was rather easy to finger himself for some reason. He pushed his finger in as deep as he can, his breath hitching slightly as it brushed against his prostate. He pushed against it and groaned as his hard cock twitched. He added a second finger and his hole opened greedily for it. He moaned as he pushed in and out, in and out of it his greedy, hot silky hole stretching and pushing against his fingers. His moans raised above his quiet whimpers as his heat started to affect his body. He started to feel hotter, sweat was starting to appear on his forehead and arms as he continued to pulse his two fingers in and out, in and out of his hole. His breathing quickened to match the pace. Then he added his third finger, they all pressed against his prostate and Harry muffled himself as he screamed, his cock now throbbing painfully, pre-cum collecting at the tip and dripping down onto his stomach. He twisted and turned his hand as best as he could, the three fingers stretching out as wide as they could, stretching his tight hole further until suddenly he pulled them out. He quickly poured lube on the dildo and pressed it against his hole. "Ughhh Draco," he moaned as the cold plastic pushed against his hot hole. His asshole opened up for the head of the dildo and Harry pushed slowly, giving a long, low groan as his hole readily and eagerly accepted the dildo.
One inch, two inches, three, four, five, all six inches of the thick dildo were in Harry's holes in seconds. Harry's breath was high, his breathing fast as his ass got used to the feeling of being so full! His body now gleamed in sweat, pre-cum still pooled on his stomach and his cock was throbbing painfully, aching for a release. Harry pushed and pull the dildo experimentally with his inner muscles, his hole opening and closing around the dildo, and then Harry did something that he would never do to another guy: He squeezed the dildo's balls.
It was like a switch was turned on in the dildo, it began to vibrate and move by itself, the cold plastic growing hotter as it pulsed inside Harry's ass. Harry moaned and moved both his hands to keep his legs in the air and hole wide open for access. "Fuck Draco," he said, his eyes closed as he envisioned a tall muscular blonde pushing into him. His confident smirk looking down at Harry as he leaned against the small raven-haired boy, his hands on either side of Harry's head. The dildo began to fuck Harry roughly, violently pulsing in and out of his hole, seemingly growing in thickness and in length. It felt like his ass was being torn in two! He couldn't help it, his cock was filled to the brim with cum that needed to escape and in a loud, long scream Harry came, "DRACO!" his high voice filled the room, his heat disappeared immensely satisfied. Thick hot ropes of cum splashed on his chest and chin, some getting in Harry's mouth as he continued to scream in pure ecstasy. His orgasm caused his ass to clamp down on the dildo, holding it in a vice-like grip as it tightened to its near original state. The dildo flared with a hotness unlike any other and Harry felt ropes of lube ejaculate from the dildo as if it was an actual cock. That only caused Harry to moan again.
When he could feel like he could move normally again, he pulled the dildo out of his ass and casted a cleaning spell. Then he placed it back in the box and hid it underneath his and Jamie's bed as if nothing ever happened. His ass felt sore, but in a good way as he stood up. He felt oddly empty as he slowly put on his clothes again and undo the Muffliato Charm only to see Ron and Jamie come inside.
"Where were you?" Jamie asked.
"Here," Harry said. Taking off his clothes again to put on his pajamas. Ron and Jamie shrugged and removed their clothes. Harry and Jamie got into their bed, the third bed that was meant for Harry laying empty and forgotten, and the two took off their glasses. Harry curled onto Jamie's chest and looked at his twin. "Jamie…" he breathed, "I love you."
"Love you too Harry," Jamie said in a slightly confused tone. Harry pushed to kiss his brother on the lips before resting in the nook of his neck. Here, in Jamie's arms, Harry felt at home. But also… he felt he could feel the same feelings, the same sense of safety, if it was Draco holding onto him as well.
Harry woke with a start to find a bulging stocking lying over the end of his and Jamie's beds. He put on his glasses and looked around; the tiny window was almost completely obscured with snow and, in front of it, Ron was sitting bolt upright in bed examining what looked like a couple of pictures.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"It's from Colin," Ron said, his voice heavy. "He took my pet name for him literally…" A goofy smile hinted at his face. Harry looked more closely at the picture and blushed. Colin was staring at the camera wearing dog ears that flapped around excitedly, body-compressing scarlet and gold ringed arm sleeves and stockings and a puppy-tail tied on his backside that wagged enthusiastically. The Colin in the photo posed so the viewer could see every detail of his lithe, naked body, with only a pair of white briefs covering his private parts.
Harry felt a body press against his and his brother's voice saying, "Nice. What's the second photo?"
"I'm not showing you guys that one!" Ron said at once. He hid the photos and just stared out. "Can't believe he took me literally," he muttered.
"Well what do you call him?"
"Pup, cause he's all enthusiastic like a puppy," Ron said.
"Cute," Jamie said. He looked down at Harry and smirked. "We should really have nicknames for each other and Draco and Blaise."
"No," Harry said turning to his own stocking of presents, which included a sweater with a large Golden Snitch worked onto the front, hand-knitted by Mrs. Weasley, a large box of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products from the twins (a note saying that this is their "safe" present which confused Jamie as he got his box),a box of chocolates from Blaise, a small box from Draco with a note that said "open in private" and a slightly damp, moldly-smelling package that came with a label reading, TO MASTER, FROM KREACHER. Jamie got the same package from the elf.
Harry stared at them "Think it's dangerous?" he asked.
"Can't be anything too dangerous, all our mail's still being searched at the Ministry," Ron replied, though he was eyeing the parcels suspiciously. Jamie picked up both boxes and threw them in a trash bin. He turned towards the bed and held up his own sweater, which had a large Quaffle worked onto the front.
Ron went out of the room and Harry pulled out the Weasley twins' other gift to the Potter twins. Harry blushed as he opened the box; his blush deepened at Jamie's perverted smirk. "Put them in my trunk, we'll have fun when we can," was all Jamie said and Harry quickly obeyed. He opened Jamie's trunk and cocked his head when he saw a flat long box inside with something poking out. Honoring his brother's privacy Harry ignored it, but he could have sworn that whatever poked out looked like leather which Jamie never wore before. Still bent over the trunk, Harry thought now would be the perfect time to open Draco's present. He let out a short scream of surprise.
What looked like pure gold and platinum: a subtle necklace sat on its display cushion. The chain was platinum, nearly matching Draco's skin color, with a gold ornament that looked like a Snitch ball. There was a note folded in on the inside of the box. Harry placed the necklace preciously down and took the note.
To the Second-Best Seeker in Hogwarts,
I hope you enjoy this little present. It is just a small example of how much you mean to me Harry. I love you.
Draco
Harry smiled and lifted the necklace up. It was short, looking to just lay loosely on his neck, and the snitch would lay where his neck and chest meet on top of his collarbone. He showed Jamie the necklace and note. Jamie read the note as Harry tried to put the necklace on.
"You know he's wrong," Jamie said dropping the note on their bed. "You're the Best Seeker in Hogwarts, not Second-Best."
"I know, but it's the thought that counts… can you help me?" Harry said turning his back to Jamie. His twin helped him clasp the necklace and Harry turned around. It fitted perfectly.
"Damn, Draco's got good taste," Jamie said.
"He does," Harry smiled as he moved the snitch idly between his fingers.
Everyone was wearing new sweaters when they all sat down for Christmas lunch, everyone except Fleur (on whom, it appeared, Mrs. Weasley had not wanted to waste one) and Mrs. Weasley herself, who was sporting a brand-new midnight blue witch's hat glittered with what looked like tiny starlike diamonds, and a spectacular golden necklace.
"Fred and George gave them to me! Aren't they beautiful?"
"Harry? What's that?" Ginny asked pointing to Harry's necklace.
Harry blushed and muttered, "Gift from my boyfriend."
"Woah," George whistled. "Thing looks to cost a fortune! You struck it with someone rich or something?"
"You can say that…" Harry said, his eyes shifting to Ron and Jamie.
"Good job Harry," George smirked. "We should follow your lead."
"Is zat real gold?" Fleur asked.
"And platinum," Harry said nodding in embarrassment. "The chain's platinum."
George and Bill gave a low whistle. "Would love to meet the guy who gave you that, Harry," Bill said. "Make sure that he's up to snuff for you."
Harry offered Bill a shy smile and shook his head. "He's a good guy Bill, no need to threaten him."
"We'll see about that," Bill said giving Harry a wolfish grin.
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said suddenly. She had risen from her chair; her hand was pressed over her heart and she was staring out of the kitchen window. "Arthur—it's Percy!"
A/N: Why did I end it here? Why not. That and The twins both have some words for who's coming up next.
Leopardblack: Dom/sub doesn't mean that they aren't equal or on the same footing. Jamie and Blaise are on the same footing and equals to each other, it's just during sex they're experimenting and role playing.
Alex Frost: Here you go luv!
Jokul Frosti: Slumps are awful especially when they're started because of a series of unfortunate events. And no I wasn't watching that anime, it's been years since I've seen that show. And well, honestly who cares if he jumps? Draco doesn't, Blaise doesn't, and I have a feeling that most of the readers don't. It's sad really, isn't it?
I.C.2014: Who knows and who cares?
Littlesprout: Thanks!
AnnaMerteuil: Yes it was Cormac. That's not a spoiler. But in the end who cares? Because Draco doesn't and so too don't a good portion of my readers. You naughty, naughty people.