Our First Noel

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry and Draco; they have only been borrowed for a little Christmas fluff. I have also borrowed some song lyrics. Again, this is done in the spirit of fun. No money is being made at any time.

Chapter 2 – “…Nine Dracos Dancing…”

On Christmas Eve Harry walked in with an armful of packages – last minute purchases of both goodies and gifts. He was just about to call out to Draco when he noticed something at his feet – a tiny present. He set his packages down and bent to pick it up. The tag said “eat me”. Harry opened up the box and found a single chocolate inside. A little piece of paper said “chocolat noir aux piments forts”. Most unusual; Harry had never heard of chocolate with hot peppers. Intrigued, he popped it into his mouth. The dark chocolate was delicious as it slowly melted in Harry’s mouth, but he couldn’t see where the peppers came into play. Just as the last of the chocolate dissolved – it hit him, a slight burn of hot pepper radiated throughout his mouth. The sensation of hot and sweet was amazing. As quickly as it had appeared, the heat was gone.

“I definitely have to get some more of those,” thought Harry.

Just as he was reaching for his shopping, another package caught his eye. It was on the floor outside the bedroom. This one was much larger and this time the card said “wear me”. Inside Harry found a pair of sleep pants with a matching dressing gown made of very fine silk. They were a paisley pattern, predominantly green with touches of red and gold. Harry whistled as he touched the material, “Oh Draco, these are gorgeous.” He quickly shed his clothing in favour of his present. The cool silk was sensuous against his skin.

There was another brightly decorated box on the floor, a little further down the corridor. “Try me on for size” begged the box. The black leather slippers fit perfectly.

He was next met with a hovering sign that said, “follow the chocolate frogs”. There was a line of them leading down the hall to the dining room.

“Dear, Merlin!” exclaimed Harry. To his great amazement, the room was all ready for Christmas dinner. The table was set with the best china, fine crystal glassware, sterling silverware, a crisp white linen tablecloth with matching but contrasting red napkins, candles, holly and berries, and even the Christmas crackers. The wall was festooned with wreaths and bows, all done very tastefully.

“Draco Malfoy, you never cease to amaze!” said Harry aloud. He had the feeling that there was more to come. Sure enough, more chocolate frogs pointed the way to the living room.

There he was met by a wondrous sight – the room was decorated with bright fairy lights and six smaller Christmas trees. There, at the center of it all, was Draco dressed as Father Christmas in his grotto.

“Draco, what the…”

“Come sit on my lap, little boy.”

Harry complied and sat on Draco’s knees and put his arm around his shoulder.

“Now, tell me, have you been good?”

“Oh yes, I’ve been very good,” said Harry seriously, playing along with Draco’s little game.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

“Tell me then, what is it you’d like Father Christmas to give you.”

“Hmm,” thought Harry. “There are so many things I’d like, but one thing comes to mind first.”

“And what would that be?”

“I was wondering if Father Christmas could give me just a little kiss.”

“I don’t know, I don’t usually make a habit of kissing boys.”

“Oh please, it’s all I really want and I promise I won’t ask for another thing. Please? Just a teeny tiny one?”

“You’re sure this is what you really want more than anything else?”

“Uh-huh.”

“In that case, since you’ve been very good this year, I think I could manage a small one, just for you.”

“Brilliant!” said Harry as he leaned in. “Um, could you take off the beard first, Draco? I feel like I’m about to snog Dumbledore.”

The whiskers promptly disappeared and Harry collected his not so little kiss.

“You are completely mad Draco Malfoy.”

“Got a present for you,” said Draco with a grin, ignoring Harry’s comment. “Sit in my place.”

“What are you up to?”

“You’re about to find out, Harry my love.”

Whatever it was, Harry knew it was going to be good. He sat back and waited to see what Draco had up his red sleeve. Draco walked to the middle of the room and brought a chair with him. He snapped his fingers and music began to play.

Harry listened carefully. It sounded like a live crowd. Was that an organ playing now along with jingle bells? As soon as the saxophone started, Harry knew who he was listening to – none other than Springsteen. That sound was unmistakable. Why he was listening to the Boss on Christmas Eve was another matter. Harry watched with wide eyes as Draco sat on the chair and slowly and sexily peeled off his boots and tossed them aside. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks – Draco was doing a striptease for him!

“…Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me n-i-c-e
Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me n-i-c-e
I feel just like I’m living, living in paradise…”

Draco swayed his hips in perfect time to the music. Draco could move better than anybody Harry had ever seen and his dancing turned him on at the best of times. Now, coupled with a striptease, it was mind-blowing. Harry felt himself growing hard.

“…And I f-e-e-l real good tonight
And I got music on the radio…”

Draco pulled down a large candy cane from the Christmas tree and slowly inserted it into his mouth and then pulled slowly back out again. Harry watched as Draco’s tongue wiggled up and down the red and white striped candy. Harry undid his dressing gown and exposed his chest. He began to pull lightly on his nipple rings.

As he was dancing, Draco couldn’t help but notice Harry’s reaction. The thin silk pyjamas did little to conceal Harry’s hard cock. Draco found himself in the same state.

“…Santa came down the chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me…”

Draco’s hip went one way and his belt went the other, followed not long after by his red coat. That was twirled once over his head and then thrown over Harry. The heavy coat was quickly pulled off and tossed to the floor – Harry didn’t want to miss one single second of Draco’s show!

The sax solo really allowed Draco to pull out all the stops. He moved in perfect time to the sexy rhythm, almost as if the song had been created for his own personal use. He toyed with his zipper, pulling it slowly down, threatening to give Harry a glimpse of his cock. He played the part of a tease to perfection, just letting Harry see the a few wisps of blonde hair before zipping up again with a shake of his head that said, “no, you can’t have it yet.” He then turned around and played the same game with his backside, exposing just the tops of his firm cheeks.

“…wel, Santa came down the chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me…”

“Dear sweet Merlin!” said Harry to himself. “Let me make it to the end of this song!”

Draco had removed his last and final piece of clothing, his baggy Father Christmas suit pants, leaving him totally naked except for a red satin bow around his neck!

“…I feel like I’m living, living in paradise…”

And paradise it was! The sight of Draco, still gyrating, all decked out like a Christmas present, his hard cock bobbing up and down in time to the music caused Harry to moan and give himself a squeeze. He was beginning to have serious doubts about his ability to hold on for much longer. Harry was grateful when realized the song was winding down. Relief was in sight.

“…Merry Christmas, h-a-a-ap-p-y New Year…”

As the last strains of jingle bells faded away, Draco ended up his dance with his back towards Harry, legs apart, hand on one hip and looking back over his shoulder. The crowd on the CD began to applaud wildly and so did Harry, throwing in a few whistles for good measure. Draco turned around and broke into laughter, hiding his face in his hands. He had pulled off his surprise without a hitch. He took a bow and started slowly walking in Harry’s direction.

“I don’t have to ask you if you enjoyed my little show, Harry. I can see that you did!”

“These pyjamas don’t hide a hard-on very well, Dray.”

Draco waggled his eyebrows and replied quickly, “I know. Why do you think I bought them for you?”

“How in earth did you find that song? I know for a fact that I don’t have it in my collection.”

“I went to a music store and I asked the shop girl for her help. I told her I wanted a Christmas song that would lend itself easily to a striptease.”

“You didn’t!”

“I most certainly did. I mean, that’s what they’re there for, to help the customers, and she did her job admirably. You should have seen her face when I told her that the song was for my boyfriend. I thought she would die!” laughed Draco. “She looked rather disappointed.”

Harry laughed too. “However you picked it, it was perfect, Dray – positively, absolutely perfect. I’ll repeat what I said not too long ago: You are completely mad Draco Malfoy and I couldn’t love you more.”

Draco placed a hand on each of the arms of Harry’s chair and leaned down for a kiss. As he stood, Harry’s lips followed briefly upwards, reluctant to break free. Draco dropped to his knees between Harry’s legs and reached out and rubbed Harry’s silk clad cock.

“Aren’t you going to open your present?” whispered Draco.

Harry gently pulled on the red satin bow until it fell away, letting it tickle Draco’s neck as it went. Draco pulled down Harry’s sleep pants until they pooled around his feet, and then climbed up into Harry’s lap, straddling his thighs, with his knees resting on the seat of the chair. He positioned himself so that they were cock to cock and began to move.

Harry moaned, “Yes Draco, keep moving …feels so good. Didn’t think I was gonna make it this far.”

Draco just kept up his slow pace, grinding his hips over Harry’s “So I turned you on tonight?” he whispered throatily.

“Fuck yes! So much…make me come, Dray…hmm, please.”

“I was watching you…so good… the whole time,” hissed Draco. “ …watched you touch yourself, watched you get hard.”

“Dray!” called out Harry as he grabbed both of their cocks in his hand. He reached up with his tongue and swiped it across Draco’s bottom lip and then plunged it into his mouth. Draco eagerly sucked on the welcome intruder and stopped moving so that Harry could fist their cocks.

Harry stared up into passion-filled grey eyes. “Come nearer to me, love,” he breathed. Draco lowered his head so that their faces were mere inches away. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding.

“Are you close, Draco?” whispered Harry. Draco couldn’t find his voice; he nodded and bit his lip.

“So…am…I…almost, almost there.” Harry’s hand moved faster and faster. Their lips barely touched, grazing one another lightly, allowing their hot breath to mingle. Harry could smell the faint scent of peppermint.

“Come with me, Dray, now!” commanded Harry. He growled and delved into Draco’s mouth, searching and finding traces of candy cane. He felt Draco’s body shiver as his he came and he ran his hand up his back and then down again in a quick caress.

Draco broke free and sat up, allowing his weight to settle on Harry’s thighs. His cheeks were flushed pink. A small grin graced his lips.

“Like your prezzie?” he inquired.

“Loved it.” Harry picked up the red ribbon and pulled it slowly through his fingers. “I especially loved how it was wrapped, too. That is an image that I will never, ever forget, love.”

With a kiss Draco said, “I wanted to make tonight something memorable for us. Not to be conceited or anything, but I daresay I succeeded quite well. I won’t ever forget either, Harry.” He looked down and ran a finger through the pool of come that had collected on Harry’s flat stomach, mixing their essences into one. “Allow me,” said Draco as he moved off and knelt between Harry’s legs. Just before his pink tongue made contact with Harry’s skin, he added, “Taste us.” Draco lapped up everything with broad strokes and then holding his captured prize on his tongue, plunged it into Harry’s mouth. Draco was a firm believer in “share and share alike”. Harry moaned in appreciation of the gesture.

Draco stood and smiled, “Come snuggle up with me by the tree, Harry.” He gathered up some pillows and blankets from the sofa and arranged them on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. He held out his hand to Harry and escorted him personally to the comfy spot. Harry quickly burrowed in, but Draco remained standing.

“Coming down?” asked Harry as he patted the blanket beside him.

“In just a sec, love. There’s something I have to do first.” Harry watched as Draco picked up his wand and said “Evanesco”. The grotto, the fairy lights and all the extra trees disappeared, along with the red suit.

“Aww, I was just getting used to all that, Draco,” said Harry.

Grinning Draco replied, “It all had to go sooner or later, what with the big crowd coming tomorrow.”

“I suppose you’re right,” sighed Harry.

“You know that I am always right,” said Draco smoothly as he slid in beside Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Let’s not go there,” he replied as he pulled Draco against his chest. “I can’t get over all that you did tonight, Draco. The dining room table is amazing, by the way. I didn’t know that you knew anything about decorating.”

“Don’t know a thing about it, actually. However, I’ve been to enough formal functions to know what a proper Christmas table looks like. I borrowed a bit here and a bit there from my memories. We have an old Malfoy family saying; when in doubt – make an educated guess, which is exactly what I did. I took a guess on what would look right and it turned out well in the end. You’d never know that I know dick all about such things.”

Harry just shook his head and smiled. There was Draco’s conceit (which according to him did not exist) again.

“What? What did I say that’s so amusing, Harry?”

“Nothing, love, nothing at all. Just smiling ‘cause I’m happy.” Harry held him tighter and gave the top of his head a kiss. “You know, Draco, I feel little badly. I didn’t plan anything for you for tonight.”

“I didn’t expect that you would. You have enough planned for tomorrow for all of us. Stop worrying, Harry. Everything is going to be perfect tomorrow.”

“How did you know I’m worrying?”

“I can read you like a book Harry Potter, just like you can read me.”

“Oh,” came Harry’s quick reply. “I like the fact that we know each other so well, don’t you? It’s really quite something, if you think about it. We haven’t been together that long.”

“It just proves that we are meant to be, my darling.” Harry sighed contentedly.

After some time of quiet reflection, Draco sat up rather abruptly. “I almost forgot, I have another present for you.” He scrambled off on all fours, rooting through the many brightly wrapped gifts under the tree. These were the presents for the Weasleys; Draco and Harry’s gifts to each other would not appear under the tree until Christmas morning. Harry watched Draco’s naked arse intently as it waved up and down in front of him. He wouldn’t have minded that as his next gift!

“Aha, found it,” cried Draco triumphantly as he pulled out a smallish box and handed it to Harry.

“But Draco, we agreed that we would exchange our gifts in the morning, not tonight.”

“It’s just a little something that I want you to have now. It’s no big deal. Go on, Harry, open it.”

“Well, okay, if you say so. I really am starting to feel like a little shit now.”

Draco sat cross-legged and watched as Harry carefully opened the present, trying not to rip the paper.

“Will you just open it, already! Are you going to be like this tomorrow? If you are, we’ll be here until next Christmas opening gifts. Rip the fucking paper!”

Harry, unlike Draco, had not been the recipient of many presents in his life. To him, they were something to be revered and treated with respect, an experience to be savoured. Draco was the opposite. He had been spoiled rotten as a child and his approach towards a gift could best be described as an attack. Get in, get it out and move on to the next one. Harry swiftly complied with Draco’s request. The paper was discarded and the top of the box opened. When Harry saw what was inside, his eyes welled up with tears that soon began to fall.

“Harry, love, it wasn’t supposed to make you cry. It was supposed to make you happy,” whispered a bewildered Draco.

Harry flew into Draco’s arms and held on tight, the words he wanted to say catching in his throat. This was the last thing he ever expected. He didn’t understand how this could even be possible, yet there it was in the little box in his hand.

“How did you get this, Draco?” Harry finally managed to say.

“I had it made for you, love. I’m sorry that it upset you.”

Harry put the box down and took Draco’s face in his hands. “My darling Draco, I’m not crying because I’m upset or sad. These are tears of joy, love. This is the sweetest, most thoughtful thing that anybody has ever done for me in my entire life. I love you so very much, Dray.” Harry kissed Draco deeply.

When they broke, Draco wiped his eyes and said, “Had to get me going too, didn’t you. I’m glad you like it, Harry. Take it out of the box.”

Harry gingerly removed the object and held it in his palm, as if it were the most precious thing on earth. To him, it was.

“Does it look like the original at all?”

“It looks so much like it that I would swear that was it. Look Draco, it even looks like it is singing!” Harry held up the little pine cone bird for Draco to see. The ornament had been re-created according to the description Harry had given him.

“Why don’t you hang it on the tree, Harry?”

“Hold it for me, love, while I pick out just the right spot for my little friend here.”

Draco cradled the bird in his hand as he watched Harry shift some of the ornaments at the front of the tree to other locations. Draco rose, stood beside Harry, slipped his arm around his waist and held out his hand. Harry took the bird and hung it in the place of honour he had just created. Draco watched Harry’s face and saw it light up with joy.

Harry turned to face Draco. “From now on, that will be the first thing that goes on our tree. I don’t know what I did right to deserve you, Draco Malfoy, but I thank Merlin for you every day. You are the best thing in my life and you are my life; my joy, my happiness, my everything. I love you with everything that I have, with everything that is me, you complete me, make me whole. I love you, Draco.”

They kissed and held each other tightly, skin to skin, heart to heart.

“Harry, I think a lot about how you and I were when we were younger; about how much we hated one another; how we could barely stand the sight of each other. Do you realize how close we came not to running into one another that night? I almost didn’t go to the reunion. It makes me ill to think that we could have missed out on all this. That was the turning point in our lives, Harry. It allowed us to find one another again and to let us look at each other differently, to let old prejudices fall away. Everything you said about me, I feel the same for you, Harry. I am nothing without you. You are my one and only, my soulmate. I love you, too.”

Such deep professions of love called for serious snogging. Tongues intertwined, hands explored and caressed, body meeting body, pleasure mounting with each passing second. Harry quickly grew hard and saw that Draco did too.

“Draco, I need to feel you inside me tonight. Make love to me, take me.”

“Yes, want that too, love.” Draco pinched Harry’s nipples roughly, causing him to hiss. “Like that?” When Harry groaned, he did it again, this time pulling on the gold rings and nipping at Harry’s neck. “Tell me what you want, Harry. Let me hear you.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside. Make me scream. Fuck me hard, Dray.”

Draco growled, grabbed Harry by the ass, and squeezed hard enough to make Harry gasp. “Is that what you want tonight, a little rough play?” This time he grabbed Harry’s cock in the same way.

Harry hissed, “Yes-s.”

“Yes what?” asked Draco sternly as he gave Harry’s nipple rings a little twist.

“Yes, please Draco. Please, I need you to fuck me.”

This was something new for Harry. Their lovemaking, although passionate, tended to be on the gentle side. He found Draco’s actions, as well as his demeanour, titillating. Draco was in control and Harry liked it.

Draco summoned the bottle of lube and thrust it into Harry’s hand. “Prepare me and then yourself. I want to watch you.”

With a trembling hand, Harry poured out a generous quantity of the silky smooth liquid and rubbed it over Draco’s cock. Harry smirked at Draco’s gasp. He then did as he had been told and inserted a slick finger inside himself, as deep as he could go. After a moment or two of stretching, he added another finger. Draco was so turned on by the sight before him, he couldn’t keep his hand off his cock.

Stroking himself lightly he said, “You look so fucking hot right now that I can’t stand it anymore. Get down on your knees, Harry.” Draco teased Harry’s entrance with the head of his cock and then thrust himself inside with one swift motion. Draco groaned and began to thrust, allowing Harry little time to become accustomed to Draco’s presence in his body. Harry whimpered; it hurt just a little but the waves of pleasure won out.

“Draco…unh…harder, do it harder!”

The blonde was more than happy to comply with Harry’s request. He began to move in and out, harder, faster, deeper. “This what you want? Is this how you want it?”

“Yes! Oh…oh gods…oh gods…don’t stop.” Soon, the only words that came from Harry’s mouth were “fuck me”, over and over again.

“Play with yourself. I want you to come while I fuck you.” Draco watch as Harry’s hand disappeared out of sight. “That’s it Harry. Come for me.”

Harry’s back arched downwards and his head snapped up. Pushing his ass against Draco and clamping down on his lover, he came, screaming Draco’s name at the top of his lungs. Draco grabbed Harry’s hips and held them both still as he too reached his completion, a throaty growl escaping his lips. Both collapsed onto the blanket, breath ragged and hearts pounding.

Harry reached out and put his palm flat against Draco’s belly, feeling the firm flesh rising and falling in time with his breathing. Draco looked over at Harry and smiled.

“Draco,” whispered Harry. “I feel as if every bone in my body has melted.”

“So, I can assume you liked this too?” asked Draco with a smirk. He knew the answer before he even asked his question.

“Oh yeah. Liked isn’t strong enough. I adored it, loved it, revelled in it, it blew me away.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I Harry?”

“No, love, you didn’t. The pain was just enough to make things interesting without being too much to bear. I really got off on it.”

“Good.”

“Tell me something Draco. Was it planned? I mean, you had the lube all ready and everything.”

Draco laughed, “I brought the lube in here because I figured that there was a pretty good chance that at least one of us would get fucked tonight. The rest of it just sort of happened.”

“I think that we could make it two for two, Draco,” grinned Harry. “A little later though, okay love?”

“I don’t think I could get it up now, even if I wanted to. Later will be just fine. Come here.” Draco held open his arms and Harry snuggled right in, sighing contentedly.

“Dray?”

“Yes, love?”

“I, um, get to be in charge next time.”

“Whatever you say, Harry. You’re the boss.”

“I’m not now, but I will be later,” said Harry. Draco chuckled softly.

They fell asleep for a couple of hours and when they awoke, they did indeed do a role reversal. Harry played his “boss” status to the hilt, teasing Draco mercilessly, drawing out the pleasure until he had Draco begging, really pleading to be fucked. Even then, he didn’t give in right away. It was only when he got Draco to call him “sir” that he finally gave the whimpering blonde his heart’s desire. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist and held on for dear life, lest he change his mind and withdraw. As he moved deep within Draco, Harry studied his face closely. He couldn’t ever remember seeing him so needy, so desperate for release. When Draco finally came, it was with such force that Harry feared that he might pass out. Draco’s whispered “thank you Harry” sent him over the edge as well. Harry let himself fall against Draco, taking care not to let his cock fall from its hot nest. Being inside Draco always made Harry feel secure, reminding him just how strong their bond was. At moments like this, they were not Harry and Draco, but HarryandDraco, one being with one heart and one soul, joined and held together by love. Harry had never been so sure of anything in his life. The two lovers fell asleep where they lay.

TBC