sesheta66 | No Home for the Holidays

Title: No Home for the Holidays - part 13
Author:

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Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 3100
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: Finally.
Challenges:

slythindor100's photo challenge 122.75 and

awdt's challenge of "It's a conspiracy."
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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No Home for the Holidays - Part 13

Harry awoke the next morning with a tongue tickling his neck, a body pressed against his back, and a hand in his pants, fingers sliding deliciously over his erection. He let out a groan.

"About time you woke up."

Harry chuckled. "I haven't kept you waiting, have I?"

The hand squeezed. Harry sucked in a breath. "All fucking night," Draco grumbled.

Teeth dug into Harry's shoulder as he tried to turn around. "Does this mean you haven't changed your mind?"

Draco tugged roughly on Harry's prick. "What do you think?"

"Thank Merlin." Harry reached back, grabbed Draco's arse, and pulled him closer. Draco moaned; he was as hard as Harry. "I was starting to believe there was a conspiracy against us getting together."

Harry managed to extricate himself and turn round to face Draco. He pressed their bodies together, and their erections lined up deliciously through their pants. As Harry leaned down to kiss him, Draco's free hand slipped between their mouths. "Cleaning charm, if you please," Draco said. "Or at least a freshening one."

Harry rolled his tongue in his mouth, and grunted his agreement. Draco, apparently unwilling to wait, pulled away, drawing a whimper from Harry. Draco grabbed his wand and waved it at Harry's face. Harry cringed at the scouring sensation, then swallowed when his mouth watered, fresh and minty. "Handy," he said.

Draco grinned, tossed aside his wand, and grabbed Harry by the back of the neck. "Now come here."

Their lips met, gently at first, then with growing urgency. The build-up to this moment had been torment; slow wasn't an option now. Harry thrust his tongue into Draco's welcoming mouth and clawed at Draco's back in an effort to draw his body nearer. The ever-present thrumming whenever his bare skin touched Draco's drove him mad with desire.

"Pants off," he said. They fumbled for a few moments, not wanting to break their kiss in the process. When they discarded their pants and brought their naked bodies together, Harry gasped. Energy circled round their bodies. Harry's skin prickled with longing. He brought his hand between them and grasped both cocks, earning a cry from Draco.

"Fuck, Harry. Feels so good." Draco's hand joined Harry's and they stroked together, panting into each other's mouths and thrusting into their clenched fists. The sound of slapping flesh reverberated through the room. Harry's body was on fire, his need to be part of Draco, one with him, drove all other thoughts from his mind. He desperately wanted to watch, wanted to see if Draco's face revealed the same passion he felt. But it was too much. He couldn't keep from clenching his eyes shut from the intensity of it all. He could barely breathe. So close, so very close.

Harry came in a rush of ecstasy and screamed, Draco's name spilling from his lips and his come coating their joined hands. A few strokes later, Draco shouted Harry's name, and Harry felt the warmth of Draco's release join his own. They kissed each other deeply, slowing their strokes and finally releasing their softening and sensitised cocks.

Harry Accioed his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell before tossing the wand onto the floor. "That was ..." He left the rest of his thought unspoken as he drew Draco in for another snog.

"Mmm," Draco said when they finally parted. "Very."

A short while later, as Harry watched Draco's sleeping form in his arms, he knew that this was what he'd been missing for so long. And he wasn't about to let anyone or anything take it away from him. As he drifted into sleep, he pulled Draco closer, kissed his temple, and whispered, "Mine."

~*~*~

Draco awoke a couple of hours later to a tongue travelling pleasantly down his chest. As Harry captured his left nipple and sucked, Draco whimpered.

"About time you woke up." Harry nibbled gently on the nub, sending shivers all the way to Draco's groin. Harry's mouth followed the shivers down Draco's torso, licking and nibbling his way to Draco's hipbone.

"Nngh."

It took about five seconds for Draco to conclude that waking like this - with a squirming, hard and horny Harry Potter atop him, worshipping his body - exceeded even his most glorious fantasies. His skin tingled, his cock ached, and soft moans coming from Harry's throat caused Draco's heart to race wildly. As always when their bodies touched, Draco felt completely out of control.

Then Harry's mouth engulfed his cock and Draco stopped thinking altogether.

"Fuck!" He grabbed Harry's wild mop of hair and exercised all the will he could not to thrust forward and choke him. Ever the brave Gryffindor, Harry soldiered on, even while gasping for breath each time Draco just couldn't hold back.

Harry's technique wasn't much of a technique at all, but what he lacked in finesse he more than made up for with his enthusiasm. Sloppy and wet and noisy and fucking amazing, it was the best blow job Draco had ever had. Not that he'd had many to compare to, but this ... oh, yes. Of course it might have something to do with the fact that it was Harry doing the honours. It wasn't long before Draco screamed Harry's name and came harder than he'd ever come before.

He'd tried to pull back at the last minute, but Harry had held him still. Harry swallowed what he could, and made a job of licking up the rest before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning widely. "Good morning. Again."

Draco, still out of breath as he came down off his high, grunted his agreement. "G'me a minute," he panted. "Maybe two, and I'll --"

"Do you know how fucking hot you look when you come?" Harry asked. "With your guard down and all out of control? Fuck, I nearly lost it myself just watching you."

Harry's reverent look went straight to Draco's core. His stomach flipped, his heart sped up again, and Merlin help him, his cock twitched at the sight. No one had ever looked at him that way before. He felt ... worshipped. Words caught in Draco's throat so he reached up to draw Harry in for a kiss instead.

He tried to convey everything he couldn't put into words into that one kiss. He caressed Harry's body with his hands as he poured his emotions out, moaning with each thrust and swirl of his tongue, nipping at Harry's lips, pressing their bodies together in wave after wave of desire.

He eased out of the kiss reluctantly, and Harry held him close. "Wow," Harry said. "Promise me you'll never stop kissing me like that."

Draco smiled and winked. "If you're good."

He trailed kisses down Harry's chest, tweaked Harry's nipples, and dipped his tongue into Harry's bellybutton until Harry arched up. Draco breathed deeply, relishing the musky scent of Harry's arousal, committing it to memory. He silently thanked whatever deity made it possible for him to be here with Harry like this, at least for now. Draco lapped up the fluid that dripped from the slit of Harry's cock, and swirled his tongue around the head before slowly pressing sloppy kisses down the shaft, humming as he went. Harry's legs shook beneath him and his hips lifted off the bed. Continuing his torment, Draco slowly kissed and licked his way back up to the tip while holding Harry's hips down.

Harry gasped in desperation. "Draco, please," he begged. Draco grinned, relishing the hungry look in Harry's eyes. "Please."

Draco took Harry's erection in his hand and flicked his tongue over the glans. Harry whimpered and grasped the sheets in his fists, his eyes rolling back. Draco drew as much of the shaft into his mouth as he could and moaned around the intrusion. Harry's hips shot off the bed and his cock hit the back of Draco's throat. Draco pulled back coughing.

"Sorry," Harry choked out. "Just give a guy a warning next time, yeah?"

"Because my tongue on your prick wasn't warning enough?" Draco teased. He didn't give Harry the chance to respond before drawing him into his mouth again. He held down Harry's hip with one hand, and grasped the base of his cock with the other.

"Fuck."

"Mmm." Draco hummed as he drew in Harry's length, and sucked as he pulled back, before swirling his tongue and repeating the process. Again. And again. Harry squirmed deliciously, but he managed to keep himself from thrusting deeply again as Draco increased his pace. Draco's hand stroked and his head bobbed, saliva sliding down his chin, until Harry tensed and shuddered, his release flooding Draco's mouth. Draco swallowed, not wanting to let a drop escape, and watched.

Draco watched Harry, sweat glistening over his entire body, his head back and eyes clenched shut, come completely undone. Fuck if that wasn't the most intoxicating sight ever. Draco had done that to him, had turned the bloody saviour of the world into a writhing mass beneath him. Draco felt more alive, more powerful than he could ever have imagined. And he felt something else, something he'd never have thought himself capable of. He wanted this. He wanted Harry. And now that he had him, he never wanted to let him go.

He kissed his way up Harry's chest and settled a possessive leg over him before drawing up the covers. Harry wrapped Draco in his arms and kissed him on the forehead. It was sappy and sweet and entirely too Hufflepuffish for words. Draco grinned and snuggled in closer. His last thought before drifting off to sleep was I'm totally fucked.

~*~*~

Harry woke shortly after noon with a smile on his face, the smell of sex in the air, and a gorgeous blond in his arms. He stretched and got out of bed, moving Draco as gently as he could. Draco mumbled something before turning over.

Harry went to the washroom, splashed water on his face, and replayed the morning's events over in his mind. It had all really happened. He grinned stupidly at his reflection before returning to the bedroom.

He watched Draco sleeping and thought about what he would tell his friends. How he would tell them. Because there was no question in his mind that he would do so as soon as they returned to the school. Maybe sooner. He ran his hands over his face and decided that he would cross that bridge later. For today, he would enjoy his time with his new boyfriend. Boyfriend. He grinned again as he reached for his clothes.

~*~*~

Sun shone in Draco's eyes as he squinted against the light. He reached across the bed to find it empty. Looking up, he saw Harry pulling on his t-shirt.

"Come back to bed," he growled.

"While I would love to spend the day lounging with you, I think McGonagall might suspect something's up."

Draco lifted the covers and looked down. "Not yet, but if you get back here, I'm sure something will be soon."

Harry snorted. "Get your lazy arse out of bed."

"I'll have you know that I have a very fine arse."

"Mmm. Can't argue with that."

Draco gave a self satisfied nod. "It's the holidays, Potter. We're supposed to rest."

Harry scanned Draco's form and raised an eyebrow. "I doubt if we'll do much resting if I climb back in there with you." Harry's cock seemed to like that idea just fine, thank you very much. He conjured images of McGonagall in lingerie to fight his body's reaction to a naked Draco so close at hand.

"Spoilsport."

"Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting." He scowled. "Malfoys don't pout."

Harry walked over to the bed and leaned in for a kiss. "Whatever you say."

Draco grinned. "Are you always this agreeable after sex?" He ran his hand along the inside of Harry's thigh. "I'll have to remember that. You know, come to think of it, that might have been handy to know years ago."

Harry ignored the twitching in his groin. "I'm not getting back in bed with you." Draco pouted again. "In fact --" Harry sat on the edge of the bed. "-- I was hoping to go out for a while. Maybe leave the castle for a few hours."

Draco pulled himself into a sitting position, strategically draping the sheet across his body in such a way as to leave very little to the imagination. Harry groaned inwardly. Having a Slytherin boyfriend would certainly have its challenges. "Where do you want to go?" Draco asked.

Harry hesitated. He didn't want to go alone, but he didn't want to pressure Draco. "You don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

"Of course I do," Draco argued, levelling him with a look that said just try to stop me. "Very soon everyone will return from their holidays, demanding the Great Harry Potter's time and attention." Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Draco raised his hand. "It's true, Harry, and you know it. I therefore have every intention of spending whatever peaceful time remains with you. Before all hell breaks loose."

Harry sighed. Draco sounded bemused, but the truth was that all hell probably would break loose once news of their relationship got out. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Are you sure you want to be with me?"

Draco slapped him upside the head. "Idiot Gryffindor. I'm not even justifying that with an answer. Certainly not after this morning." Harry grinned. "And later this morning."

Harry kissed Draco softly, a mere brush of the lips. "Well," he teased, "you have always been a bit of an attention whore, so that shouldn't surprise me." Draco shoved him off the bed and Harry landed on his arse, laughing, on the cold, stone floor. "And your delicate temperament will work so very well once the media get involved."

"Piss off."

"You're pouting again."

"I --" Draco folded his arms over his chest and glowered. "Where are we going today then?"

"I meant what I said about --"

"Yes, yes." He dismissed Harry's argument with a wave. "And I've told you that I'm going with you. So ... where to?"

"Godric's Hollow." Draco cast a questioning look Harry's way. "My parents' graves."

"Ah." Draco reached down and pulled Harry back up to the bed. "Well then." He lifted Harry's hand to his mouth and kissed his palm. "If you'd rather go on your own, I'll understand," he offered. "But if you'd like the company, I would be honoured to go with you." He reached up to take Harry's face in his hands and look into Harry's eyes. "I mean it. I'll understand, either way."

Harry smiled. "I'd really like it if you came with me."

"Good. That's settled then." Draco kissed him quickly. "Any other plans?"

Harry looked down and gnawed on his lower lip. Draco's finger reached over and lifted Harry's chin. "What is it?"

"Remember I asked about your mum?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"I'd like to go to her grave too, if that's okay with you." Draco's eyes widened. "Never mind," Harry said. "Some other time, then."

Draco pulled Harry in and kissed him fiercely.

"I ... of course it's okay with me," Draco said. He blinked rapidly and looked away. "It's just ... well ... no one else seems to care about her."

"I do."

Draco jumped out of bed and hurriedly pulled on his clothes, careful not to look Harry's way.

~*~*~

Draco and Harry entered the Great Hall together for lunch. If McGonagall suspected anything, she didn't let on; she merely nodded her greeting to them.

Glad for the distraction, Draco seated himself at the table with the three other students in attendance while Harry approached the Headmistress. Draco tried to gauge her reaction while Harry asked if they could leave the grounds, but her face gave nothing away.

He tucked into his meal and allowed his mind to wander, to process the events of the previous week. Had it only been that long? In less than one week, he and Harry had gone from long-time rivals who hated each other to this. Whatever this was. Draco feared naming it, even in his mind, because he knew all too well that good things rarely lasted, not for him. Resolved, he told himself that he couldn't be hurt by losing something that he never really had to begin with. Right?

Who was he kidding? His stomach clenched at the thought of everyone's return. The weasel and weaselette especially. No matter what Harry said, Draco knew they'd oppose this. Merlin, they'd oppose a friendship, never mind --

"Everything okay?" one of the Hufflepuff sisters asked him.

He looked up in surprise. "Hmm?"

"You looked miles away," her sister said. "And not very happy."

"Are you all right?" the first one asked.

Draco nodded. "Just thinking about an assignment I have to work on after break."

"Uh-huh," the second sister said doubtfully. Before Draco could fix her with his Malfoy glare, she said, "You and Harry seem to be getting along lately."

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He felt warmth fill his cheeks.

The first sister smiled. "I think that's great," she told him. "For everyone."

Draco found himself returning her smile. Merlin, what had the world come to that he took comfort in the words of a Hufflepuff? Her last words caught up with him and he frowned. "Why everyone?"

"I guess it shows that we really can move on, get beyond the past."

"Yeah," her sister agreed. "I mean if you two can get along after your past, then maybe there's hope for everyone."

"No pressure there," Harry said as he sat down next to Draco and leaned in closely. Draco hadn't noticed him approaching. "Apparently our relationship is meant to bring peace and understanding to the world." He nudged Draco's arm playfully.

Draco looked at the girls who were staring openly at Harry, their mouths gaping. Did Harry even realise he'd just said relationship? "Yeah. Us." Draco chuckled nervously. "Friends. Who would have thought?"

The girls didn't look convinced, but said nothing. Harry's face, however, fell at the word friends and his body tensed. He reached for a biscuit across the table and sat back down a good distance away from Draco. He didn't look up as he tucked into his meal.

Draco had to fight the urge to take back what he said, or worse, scream to the world that they were together. Harder still, he somehow managed to make it through the meal without touching Harry at all.

~ TBC

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