Christmas Drabbles Part Fifteen
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Harry flushed and Malfoy laughed. Harry was relieved when the blond moved toward the front door, thankfully intending to leave instead of hanging about exchanging Harry Potter insults with Parkinson all evening. Harry followed, more than happy to leave the abode of the dark-haired witch. They had reached the foyer when Parkinson cleared her throat sharply.
“Draco, darling,” she said in a decidedly amused tone. Malfoy turned and Harry looked at her curiously. She grinned wickedly and pointed above their heads.
Harry’s gaze moved upward and his jaw dropped when he beheld a gigantic swag of mistletoe bedecked with twinkle lights and magical glitter. Surely she didn’t mean…?
“Don’t be prudish, Potter,” she said, confirming his suspicions. “Let’s have it.”
Harry closed his jaw with effort and then his eyes met Malfoy’s. The blond watched him with a half-smirk; his grey eyes were dark and seemed to glow with challenge.
Harry swallowed hard and wondered if he had been set up. It was more than likely. Bloody Slytherins.
Even as the thought flitted through his mind, the light seemed to fade from Malfoy’s eyes and his face began to shift back into a familiar cold mask. Harry’s heart lurched and he stepped forward resolutely. He knew he was being tested, but by hell he hated to see the Ice Prince returning. He was growing rather fond of the softer, more relaxed Malfoy he had glimpsed many times in the past few hours.
Harry reached up with both hands and cupped Malfoy’s face, wondering at the stubble-free smoothness beneath his palms. Malfoy’s platinum eyes widened at the touch, but he did not pull away when Harry leaned forward.
Harry’s lips brushed Malfoy’s a lightly as a snowflake, half-expecting the blond to jerk away and hex him, or laugh, which might have been worse. When that did not happen, Harry pressed a bit harder, pushing his lips against Malfoy’s. Their breath mingled, expelled through noses that just touched. The scent flooded Harry’s senses and he drank in that which had been previously forbidden—the unique smell and flavour of Malfoy.
Emboldened, Harry opened his lips gently, allowing the more sensitive part of his lower lip to slide against Malfoy’s, leaving a wet tease in its wake. In the same motion he drew in Malfoy’s upper lip with light suction.
Incredibly, Malfoy’s lips parted. The motion seemed to open floodgates of heretofore unacknowledged desire. Malfoy’s teeth grazed his lower lip and then their tongues met. Harry heard a groaning whimper and thought it might have issued from his own throat. His tongue slid over Malfoy’s, sending tingles of brilliance careening through his blood. He was seized with the need to explore every iota of Malfoy’s excellent tongue even as it lapped over sensitive places Harry had never discovered.
It had been a long time since Harry had kissed anyone, but it was far more than pent-up emotion. Malfoy was an incredible kisser.
The need for air forced Harry to stop plundering Malfoy’s brilliant mouth. His hands were still tightly holding Malfoy’s face. Harry panted as he stared into Malfoy’s eyes, half-lidded and slightly dazed-looking. His lips were wet from Harry’s saliva.
I kissed Draco Malfoy, Harry thought in bemusement. He noted absently that Malfoy’s hands were curled tightly in the material of his robes, one on either side of his waist, as if holding on for balance. Malfoy blinked slowly and Harry thought he needed to be kissed again, in order to maintain the amazing expression on his face—it looked like a cross between wonder and confusion.
“Bloody hell, Potter,” a voice said suddenly and Harry jerked his head away from its intended trajectory. He had completely forgotten Pansy Parkinson’s presence. “So much for prudish. Damn me, I need a cold shower.” She conjured a lace-trimmed fan and rapidly swished it in the air as if cooling herself.
Malfoy’s hands loosened from Harry’s robes and Harry quickly let go of his face, although he could not stop his fingers from tracing the edges of Malfoy’s jaw on the way. He forced himself to step back, but could not come up with a single word of explanation.
“Shall…?” Malfoy’s voice was rough and he coughed once before starting again. “Shall we go, Potter?”
Harry nodded and walked quickly to the door, suddenly terrified of the coming aftermath of… that. Whatever that had been.
Harry went outside without bothering to acknowledge Parkinson. At the moment, rudeness was the least of his concerns. The icy air was a welcome coolness on his overheated skin. Harry tipped his face to the sky and felt the snowflakes touch his face.
“You all right, Potter?” Malfoy asked beside him. Harry shut his eyes and wondered how Malfoy could move so silently on the ice-covered walk.
“Never better,” Harry said flippantly without lowering his head or opening his eyes. “One more stop, then?”
“Yes,” Malfoy said quietly. “Ready?”
Harry stopped allowing snow to accumulate on his upturned face and nodded. He felt a strong hand reach out and grip his elbow. Back to that then, eh? he thought and mourned the loss of the Apparition embraces even as he was swept away to the next location of Malfoy’s choosing.
Part Sixteen
Part One
Harry flushed and Malfoy laughed. Harry was relieved when the blond moved toward the front door, thankfully intending to leave instead of hanging about exchanging Harry Potter insults with Parkinson all evening. Harry followed, more than happy to leave the abode of the dark-haired witch. They had reached the foyer when Parkinson cleared her throat sharply.
“Draco, darling,” she said in a decidedly amused tone. Malfoy turned and Harry looked at her curiously. She grinned wickedly and pointed above their heads.
Harry’s gaze moved upward and his jaw dropped when he beheld a gigantic swag of mistletoe bedecked with twinkle lights and magical glitter. Surely she didn’t mean…?
“Don’t be prudish, Potter,” she said, confirming his suspicions. “Let’s have it.”
Harry closed his jaw with effort and then his eyes met Malfoy’s. The blond watched him with a half-smirk; his grey eyes were dark and seemed to glow with challenge.
Harry swallowed hard and wondered if he had been set up. It was more than likely. Bloody Slytherins.
Even as the thought flitted through his mind, the light seemed to fade from Malfoy’s eyes and his face began to shift back into a familiar cold mask. Harry’s heart lurched and he stepped forward resolutely. He knew he was being tested, but by hell he hated to see the Ice Prince returning. He was growing rather fond of the softer, more relaxed Malfoy he had glimpsed many times in the past few hours.
Harry reached up with both hands and cupped Malfoy’s face, wondering at the stubble-free smoothness beneath his palms. Malfoy’s platinum eyes widened at the touch, but he did not pull away when Harry leaned forward.
Harry’s lips brushed Malfoy’s a lightly as a snowflake, half-expecting the blond to jerk away and hex him, or laugh, which might have been worse. When that did not happen, Harry pressed a bit harder, pushing his lips against Malfoy’s. Their breath mingled, expelled through noses that just touched. The scent flooded Harry’s senses and he drank in that which had been previously forbidden—the unique smell and flavour of Malfoy.
Emboldened, Harry opened his lips gently, allowing the more sensitive part of his lower lip to slide against Malfoy’s, leaving a wet tease in its wake. In the same motion he drew in Malfoy’s upper lip with light suction.
Incredibly, Malfoy’s lips parted. The motion seemed to open floodgates of heretofore unacknowledged desire. Malfoy’s teeth grazed his lower lip and then their tongues met. Harry heard a groaning whimper and thought it might have issued from his own throat. His tongue slid over Malfoy’s, sending tingles of brilliance careening through his blood. He was seized with the need to explore every iota of Malfoy’s excellent tongue even as it lapped over sensitive places Harry had never discovered.
It had been a long time since Harry had kissed anyone, but it was far more than pent-up emotion. Malfoy was an incredible kisser.
The need for air forced Harry to stop plundering Malfoy’s brilliant mouth. His hands were still tightly holding Malfoy’s face. Harry panted as he stared into Malfoy’s eyes, half-lidded and slightly dazed-looking. His lips were wet from Harry’s saliva.
I kissed Draco Malfoy, Harry thought in bemusement. He noted absently that Malfoy’s hands were curled tightly in the material of his robes, one on either side of his waist, as if holding on for balance. Malfoy blinked slowly and Harry thought he needed to be kissed again, in order to maintain the amazing expression on his face—it looked like a cross between wonder and confusion.
“Bloody hell, Potter,” a voice said suddenly and Harry jerked his head away from its intended trajectory. He had completely forgotten Pansy Parkinson’s presence. “So much for prudish. Damn me, I need a cold shower.” She conjured a lace-trimmed fan and rapidly swished it in the air as if cooling herself.
Malfoy’s hands loosened from Harry’s robes and Harry quickly let go of his face, although he could not stop his fingers from tracing the edges of Malfoy’s jaw on the way. He forced himself to step back, but could not come up with a single word of explanation.
“Shall…?” Malfoy’s voice was rough and he coughed once before starting again. “Shall we go, Potter?”
Harry nodded and walked quickly to the door, suddenly terrified of the coming aftermath of… that. Whatever that had been.
Harry went outside without bothering to acknowledge Parkinson. At the moment, rudeness was the least of his concerns. The icy air was a welcome coolness on his overheated skin. Harry tipped his face to the sky and felt the snowflakes touch his face.
“You all right, Potter?” Malfoy asked beside him. Harry shut his eyes and wondered how Malfoy could move so silently on the ice-covered walk.
“Never better,” Harry said flippantly without lowering his head or opening his eyes. “One more stop, then?”
“Yes,” Malfoy said quietly. “Ready?”
Harry stopped allowing snow to accumulate on his upturned face and nodded. He felt a strong hand reach out and grip his elbow. Back to that then, eh? he thought and mourned the loss of the Apparition embraces even as he was swept away to the next location of Malfoy’s choosing.
Part Sixteen
Part One
