The 12 Days of Christmas or a HarryDraco Fairytale

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, darlings! I'd have responded individually, but you said the same thing. As it is Christmas eve, I give you all a cup of eggnog or hot chocolate (whichever you prefer) with this story. There is only one chapter as this one and I will be posting it tomorrow. Enjoy! :) ^^

On the eleventh day...

Harry was humming to himself as he made breakfast. Humming. When he had woken up that morning, he had stayed in bed for a few moments, thinking about the past week. He was surprised at the way that he and Draco had progressed from being school rivals to lovers. He had almost forgotten about Draco after the other boy's trial, other than to wonder why the Wizengamot thought it best to sentence the wizard--who had barely played a part in the war--to 50 years in the prison.

If one of them had continued to act on guard, defensively or offensively, to the other, Harry was sure that after the three month period, he and Draco would have parted ways to never talk again.

He had chuckled when he imagined them down the road, each married to a witch and with a couple of kids. They would glare at each other across the platform in August even as they bid their children a good school year. The reporters would remark how odd it was that even after more than a decade, they remained rivals.

Harry had shook his head at that point and taken his shower. He much liked their present and what was becoming their future. His cock like that idea, too, and as he wanked under the showerhead, he wondered if he had to take it slow with Draco as he would have with a girl. He didn't want to rush Draco, but he really wanted to know how tight Draco was and how Draco would look, writhing under him.

Standing at the stove, Harry groaned as his body responded again to thoughts of Draco.

"Why'd you stop humming, love?" Draco asked as he wrapped his arms around Harry' waist.

Harry blushed but smirked. "Just thinking."

"About what?" Draco asked. He snagged a piece of sausage that Harry had just put onto a plate.

"Us," Harry answered. He turned off the burners as the food was done and turned in Draco's arms. "And other things." He thrust his hips forward, almost shyly, not knowing how Draco would respond to it.

Draco smirked and slipped his hands down to Harry's hips. "Mmm. I like the way you think." He bit Harry's neck and then soothed it by licking it.

Harry groaned and tipped his head back. As good as it all felt--especially when Draco ground their hips together--Harry didn't fancy burning his hands or back on the still hot stove. He used his hands to turn them and then pull Draco over to the table. He sat in one of the chairs and made Draco sit in his lap.

"Mmm," Draco moaned into Harry's mouth. "Sex in the morning."

Harry smirked and kept kissing Draco as they moved their hands over their chests and frotted. As Harry felt his orgasm close in, he cupped Draco's arse to make the grinding harder, almost to the point where they might be bruised from the force.

"Oh, yes, Harry," Draco moaned out. "Like that. Just like that. Don't stop."

Harry was beyond words and only puffed out his breath onto Draco's neck. They came together, their muscles freezing up as their come stained the insides of their pajama bottoms.

"Just when I think it won't get any better," Harry huffed out.

Draco laughed and kissed Harry, sans tongue. "I cannot wait to feel you inside of me, Harry. Imagine how it'll feel, with my arse squeezing that cock of yours."

Harry groaned and dropped his head onto Draco's shoulder. "Don't do that to me. Or I'll have you bent over the table, pants down."

Draco eye's went wide in feigned innocence. "But Harry! What would the neighbors think if they saw us through the window?"

Harry waggled his eyebrows. "They'll just see that lovely arse and wish they were the ones fucking it."

"To think--the savior of the wizarding world, a hidden exhibitionist," Draco chuckled. He kissed Harry again and then gestured to their pants. "A little clean-up?"

Harry called his wand and did a quick clean-up spell. "Breakfast?"

Draco smirked. "You mean afters?"

Harry shrugged. "So the blow-job will be...what? After-afters?"

Draco laughed so hard he started to hyperventilate.

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Despite it being Christmas Eve, they finished making the beds and then started on the living room and the dining room. It was as they finished putting a new coat of finish on the wood that Harry realized that he had neither a tablecloth nor fine china.

"I wonder if there are any shops open today that'll sell me something to serve the food on," Harry muttered. He was glaring at the table, arms crossed.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You mean Mrs. Weasley didn't make sure there were any?"

Harry shook his head. "No. We had the basics for serving twenty-four people after a meeting, but there were never any fine dishes or cutlery. Or tablecloths. Besides, as much as I love that bunch, they are rather messy and any point of using fine things would go to waste."

Draco laughed. "I don't think any of the shops in Diagon Alley are open, but I recall Mother complaining about the Muggle heathens who dared to be open on Christmas Eve."

"Must've been talking about Harrod's," Harry murmured. "Do you want to stay here or would like to go with me to figure out which dishes would look better against which tablecloth?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "As if I would ever let you choose any thing, Harry. Your taste is horrendous." He smiled and winked so Harry knew it was a joke. "Besides, even if I did trust you, I doubt you would know to pick up a silk or cotton tablecloth instead of a polyester one." He shivered. "My mother will know the difference."

Harry sighed. "I figured she would. Good thing I've got you, eh?"

Draco laughed and nodded. "And what about some candles? Or some holiday swags for this room?"

Harry went over and kissed Draco, long and deep. "Sounds like a plan."

Draco snuggled into Harry's chest. "What would you do without me, love?"

"Suffer a Christmas alone?" Harry joked. "Without any taste at all?"

"Mm, probably," Draco said.

They looked at each other before breaking out in laughter.

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"I have never seen so many people!" Draco groused as they entered the house. "How are there so many of them?"

Harry raised his eyebrow. "The same way wizards do it, love."

"Ha, ha," Draco said, narrowing his eyes. "Honestly, though. No wonder so many wizards and witches bemoan our population and culture."

Seeing it that way, Harry could agree. Something did need to be done. First things first, though. "We need to find the tacks. I'm sure a sticking charm would work, but I'd rather trust something that Muggles prefer."

Draco chuckled, hanging up his coat. "I remember one year at the manor. I was by myself when my parents went to some ball. I was wandering around and got curious about how the garlands stayed where they were. I found out that the house-elves sometimes used tacks, instead of any charm or elf magic."

Harry laughed, bending over to check the bucket he had under the coat rack to collect melting snow or rain water. He licked using the bucket instead of the water dripping onto the wood and staining it. "Could you go put the tablecloth in the washer?"

"What for?" Draco asked, looking genuinely curious.

"Muggles mass-produce their items in factories which can get very dirty," Harry answered. "I'd rather make sure that it is clean before I eat on it."

Draco looked at the package the tablecloth was in. "Odd creatures, these Muggles." He shook his head. "I'll make sure to use a bit more soap and put it in on the heavy setting."

Harry smiled as he watched his lover walk to the back and went to the kitchen where he was sure he had last seen the tacks. Sure enough, they had been stuffed into a drawer that held more things than Harry was sure were possible. He grabbed the swags and started putting them up.

"Need a hand, dear?" Draco asked as he steadied the step-ladder Harry was using.

Harry nodded. "Hand me a tack when I ask?"

Draco held up one instead of answering. "I suppose those dishes have to be washed as well?"

"Of course," Harry said. "The Muggles mass produced everything."

"And they swear it's all good quality?" Draco questioned. He handed over another tack before steadying Harry as he leaned over to put up the next section.

"They do," Harry said. "Personally, I like artisan and hand-crafted dishes. Makes it more unique."

Together, they pushed the ladder over. "We'll have to get some next year," Draco said. "Maybe have everyone over?"

Harry put up the end of the string he had been working on and then turned so he could look at Draco. "Everyone?"

Draco was blushing as he nodded and used his hand to show that there would be enough room at the table. "Why not? I'm pretty sure it'll be better than crowding around the Weasley table or going to the manor where no one will be comfortable."

Harry kissed Draco, pulling the other boy close by his arse. "So long as you don't think your mum will be uncomfortable."

"I think it'll be good for her," Draco said.

"Just imagine how much food we'll have to pick up," Harry joked.

Draco laughed. "Enough for an army?"

"Probably." Harry kissed Draco's nose. "Tell you what? Why don't one of us wash those dishes while the other puts these up. Then we can have dinner early so we have more time to sit and watch the tree."

"Sounds good," Draco said. "I'll wash the dishes. Whoever finishes first makes dinner?"

"Done."

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Harry chose to sit on the floor in front of the fire, pulling Draco down to sit between his legs. Despite protesting about it being plebian, he sat, probably remembering what they had done the night before. Harry marveled that there were few other times he had felt this content and happy. And in love.

"I still can't believe that you got me a stocking," Draco murmured.

Harry hmm'd. "Says he who got presents for mine."

Draco playfully swatted Harry's arm where it was curled around Draco's stomach. "Hush, you. I was making a joke at your expense, not to let you take a jab at me."

"Well, then, who am I to stop you?" Harry laughed. He kissed Draco's head. "This is so much better than what I had planned."

"Oh?"

"Mmm. I was planning to get wasted tonight and then wallow in the hangover tomorrow."

"I was surprised none of the Weasleys invited you anywhere." Draco turned in Harry's arms. "Why didn't they?"

Harry shrugged. "I think they just forgot about it. They were all happy to finally see Voldemort fall and they all survived. I think they also all assumed that someone else was inviting me."

Draco kissed Harry. "Their loss then. I think I rather like having you all to myself."

Harry smiled and returned the kiss. "I agree." He licked his lips as he watched the fire chase shadows over Draco's skin. His hands, without asking him, untucked Draco's pants and started rubbing Draco's back. "I'm glad you were released from Azkaban, love."

Draco closed his eyes and moaned peacefully, happily. "So am I."

They shared an unhurried kiss that turned into more, little butterfly kisses over each other's faces and necks. When they met again on the lips, Harry swiped his tongue across Draco's lips and moaned greedily when he could slip inside to twine it around Draco's.

He tried to take off Draco's shirt, but Draco stopped him. "Let's go upstairs."

Harry nodded in a daze and let Draco take his hand to lead him to the second floor. Draco raised an eyebrow, asking who's room to go to. Harry remembered they had put the red sheets in his room earlier and pulled the blond wizard to his room.

Taking their time, again, they pulled off their tops and kissed again, rubbing their hands up and down each other's skin. Harry pushed Draco onto the bed, noting absently that Draco did look good on those sheets, and they resumed kissing. Harry shifted to his side without breaking it and rolled one of Draco's nipples between two fingers.

"Feels good," Draco whispered. He moved Harry's fingers to his belly button. "This feels even better."

Harry raised an eyebrow and started ghosting his hand over the skin. Draco closed his eyes and moaned quietly, almost purring. Harry watched as his own hand swept through the light dusting of hair below the belly button and then ran his finger around the edge. Draco moaned louder so Harry scooted down so he could tongue fuck the hole.

While Draco's hips were lifted, Harry unbuttoned the pants and pulled it off along with Draco's underwear. When he paused to look at Draco, Draco tugged him up to do the same to Harry.

Both naked now, they leaned on their sides, pressing close, kissing again. It was a slow build up, the kiss and their hands roaming again. Harry inched closer to Draco's hole until Draco begged him to touch it. Harry stopped them to get the lube from his bedside table and after wetting three fingers, started to finger fuck Draco.

Draco performed beautifully. He closed his eyes, moaning, and his hips pushed back against Harry's hand. He kept asking for more until Harry had almost his whole hand in Draco's arse.

"Now, Harry," he finally said. "Need you."

Harry, hardly believing it was happening, rolled them so Draco was under him. "Need you, too."

Draco smirked, eyes half-open and raised his legs up, spreading them. Harry coated his erection in lube and after a few jabs, pushed in. Slowly. They both moaned when he was in balls-deep and Harry swore he had never felt closer to anyone.

Draco tugged him close to share a kiss. "Move, Harry. Please. I need you to."

It went by faster than their foreplay had. Harry wanted to take his time, make it last, but what he had failed to notice when preparing Draco was how turned on he was. The slow pace was soon torture and he couldn't stop himself from pumping his hips faster. Eventually, he had Draco's legs on his shoulders, Draco himself almost bent in half, and Harry was breathing onto Draco's ear.

When Draco turned so they could kiss, Harry wrapped a hand around Draco's cock and it was only a few strokes before Draco exploded over his hand. The orgasm caused Draco's arse to squeeze Harry wonderfully and it was only two more times before Harry was pumping come into that tight arse.

"That was un-fucking-believable," Draco said. He pushed back Harry's fringe, smiling.

Harry laughed and pulled out, having read it could hurt worse if he stayed inside after he went soft. He was struck by the sight of his come dripping out. Despite being slightly grossed out, he bent and sucked the semen out of the hole, holding Draco's hips down to keep that beautiful body still.

When there was little else coming out, Harry moved up so he could share it with Draco. He felt the stiff cock against his stomach and started to move his hips back and forth.

"Again, Harry?" Draco asked.

"If you're up for it?" Harry asked.

Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and turned them so he was lying on top. He shifted back and up until he was poised above Harry's erection. Together, they got it in and Draco threw his head back when he was fully seated. "So full," he moaned.

Harry swallowed, trying not to come just by the sight of Draco riding him. He lazily helped by using his arms to lift Draco up and down, but the urge to tweak those nipples was too much and he used both hands to massage them both.

Draco was breathing deeply and harshly. "Just like that, love."

As Harry neared his orgasm, he slid his hand down the sweaty skin, to the leaking erection that bounced between them. Draco looked like he wanted to plead not to, but didn't say anything. Instead, he braced his hands on Harry's chest, leaning closer and started bouncing faster.

"Close," Harry whispered.

"Me first," Draco countered. Harry raised an eyebrow and felt Draco's hand replace his to pump faster. Once, twice and then he exploded, yelling Harry's name to the ceiling.

It was too much--between Draco's face and the muscles encasing him, Harry couldn't hold out. He lifted his hips up as his orgasm consumed him, yelling Draco's name.

Draco collapsed onto Harry, scooting forward so Harry's cock slipped out. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and rolled him to their sides. They shared breaths, laying close and hugging each other.

"That was..." Draco shook his head.

Harry smiled and kissed Draco's nose. He didn't have a word for what that had been. Amazing was just too small and inadequate. He idly cleaned the sheets with a spell and then pulled the sheet over them. He was again struck by how good Draco looked with the colour.

"I have this thought," Draco said, opening his eyes to study Harry. "You chose these colours just to see me in Gryffindor red."

"It's a darker red than what the school uses," Harry said. "It's more like the colour your cock was just before you came."

Draco laughed loudly. "I never pinned you to be such a kinky bugger."

Harry smirked. "Then you should know that the sight of you on these sheets makes me very horny."

Draco was wide eyed. "I really can't go another round, Harry!"

"Mmm, as good as that sounds," Harry said, "I can't either." He cast a nox spell and pulled Draco closer. "I think we should just sleep because we need our rest to decide what we're going to tell your mum tomorrow."

Draco's eyes went wide. "Shit."

Harry kissed Draco. "Hush, love. Tomorrow. After a good night's rest and a hot bath. When did she say she was coming over?"

"Noon," Draco answered absently.

"Sleep," Harry said. "Tomorrow."

Draco nodded, still absently, but cuddled closer to Harry who only smiled and gladly held Draco tighter.