Merry Christmas Potter

There was really no other way to say it, Draco was fucking bored. Like that mudblood Granger, he was already a week in front of the rest of the class in all his subjects, everything just seemed to come easily for him. As for the other aspects of his life, they seemed to be lacking their usual enjoyment. Quidditch brought a little thrill for him, but training once a week, followed by dull matches against sub-par teams really wasn’t enough to hold his attention for long. Taunting peers had lost its fun, after six and a half years of doing it the reactions he elicited seemed stale and predictable. It seemed to him that these days, the only thing he really looked forward to was his daily before bed. He occasionally went out on a limb to find a bed partner when he was feeling particularly worked up, but that didn’t happen often. Contraire to popular belief, Draco was quite choosy about the beds that he went to, not that he would ever let anyone into his bed, mind you.

Draco sighed to himself, pushing his lettuce aimlessly around his plate. He was bored now, and was going to be bored for the next fortnight. His mother had owled him earlier that week saying that he would be staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays to ‘gather information’ for the Dark Lord and his ranks. Draco scoffed at this. He knew it was just an elaborate way for his mother not to have to deal with him. She had become quite the recluse after his father had been sent to Azkaban. Plus they had Snape posted here to pass on information to the ranks anyway. Draco had become quite apathetic to the Dark Lord and his plight, sitting safe in the Halls of Hogwarts. Some filthy half-blood trying to gain power with mindless dolts following after him, grasping at any residue power the psychotic man, no – thing, left in its wake. Not that he would tell anyone that, his Slytherin side teaching him nothing, if not self preservation.

He would find something to entertain himself though, or go slowly insane otherwise. He cast his mind about, what would entertain me to no end? Exploring the castle? Already done. Pranking the teachers? Perhaps. Annoying… Bingo! Draco’s eyes flicked to the entrance of the Great Hall where none other than the almighty Potter has come streaking in, casting furtive glances behind him. Draco quirked an eyebrow. Taunting Potter always seemed to bring him such joy. The boy was just so responsive it hurt. That’s what Draco enjoyed about his encounters with Potter, he never failed to get a rise out of him. He was decided. Draco’s new hobby was to break Potter’s spirit bit by bit. It would be a challenge, no doubt about it, but that’s what gave him such pleasure, the fact that it wasn’t just an easy task.

Draco glanced over to where Potter was standing. It seemed that he’d gotten himself into a bit of a disagreement with the Weaselette over something or other. He focussed in on the conversation, his elation slowly growing. Seemed like Potter chickened out when it came to driving the nail home in their relationship. He chuckled to himself, gaining curious glances from his fellow Slytherins, I always imagined Potter to be a prig. “We’re over Harry, don’t ever come near me again.” This was too good to be true, stage one will commence immediately, Draco thought to himself as he stood up gracefully from his chair. Now, what to do first? He made his way to the entrance hall and waited.

Draco originally intended to merely crash in to Harry and start a little scuffle with the seemingly strung out Potter, but this was so much better than he could ever have imagines. The gods were surely smiling on him today. Longbottom had set the scene beautifully, stumbling through his words to get Harry to notice the predicament he had just gotten himself into. Draco was mildly surprised at Potter’s snappish tone but impatient for him to realise the magnitude of the situation. Draco was curious to see how Potter would react. “God, Longbottom, get to the point already!” He said, eager for the bumbling idiot to hurry up. As Longbottom explained the situation a little more, Draco revelled in the panicked expression slowly appearing on Harry’s face shadowed slightly by the silhouette of an floating mistletoe innocently hanging above the scene. He had taken steps back, and Draco, caught by surprise of a pressing weight behind him, stumbled forwards. “Stop it Malfoy, this isn’t funny. I’m really not in the mood for this today.” Trying to catch his balance as gracefully as possible Draco ordered Harry to stand still, finally getting it through his thick skull by yelling at him, his tone slightly panicked. Draco didn’t particularly like the feeling the mistletoe gave him, he felt a little claustrophobic to be perfectly honest. But then again, being a little out of one’s comfort zone only adds more interest to the challenge.

Time to get Potter a little more riled up. “Shit, shit, shit. What’ve you gone and done Potter?” “What’ve I gone and done? You were the one that ran into me you filthy git!” That was more like it, Draco thought to himself. He took a couple of steps backwards, causing Potter to stumble and grasp on to his robes for support. Draco brushed him away and turned to the dungeons, knowing perfectly well what was going to happen when they tried to walk away from each other. Draco braced himself as he stumble backwards, quickly getting up and dusting himself off. A string of curses spilled from Potter’s mouth as he saw McGonagall approaching quickly, a small smile quickly hidden by a smirk, this was too good. Potter lost house points and was scolded for his efforts. Victory number one to Draco. Potter tried to explain the situation, earning a brief apology from the transfiguration teacher and a note to sort it out themselves. Time for a bit of acting, thought Draco, doesn’t want it to seem like I’m too eager now, do I? He coughed indignantly before proclaiming he’d rather die than kiss the half-blood. Glee spread through Draco as understanding finally clicked on Potter’s face, how naive was this boy, to not realise being trapped under a mistletoe at Christmas meant kissing ones way out. Oh well, at least now he got to play with Potter’s prudish mind. If there was one thing Draco had to thank the Weaselette for it was the knowledge of his fear of physical commitment that she had so kindly blurted out in the Great Hall no less than an hour before hand.

Everyone dispersed towards their class at McGonagall’s orders, leaving Harry and Draco in the middle of the hall, alone. Well, no time like the present, Draco thought to himself, listening to Potter mumbling obscenities to himself. “Isn’t this a bit over the top Potter?” Draco said, as Potter rued his existence extravagantly. “And whoever would imagine that the boy wonder would have a mouth on him like an angry goblin?” Harry glared at Draco and he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. He couldn’t help but adding “I’m not that repulsive am I Potter?” and chuckled silently as he watched the Gryffindor in front of him choke as he tried to swallow the innuendo that went with those words, God those lions were so naïve.

“We’ve got potions now, and we’re going to be late, so either you come over here and kiss me now, or I’ll leave you to defend yourself to Snape. We haven’t got all day, Potter” Putting the onus on Harry to initiate something had been a brilliant idea, never in a thousand years would Potter be so submissive to his commands, although now that he thought bout a submissive Potter, it really didn’t sound like that much of a bad idea. His cock twitched slightly as if in agreement to Draco’s sentiments. Well, this is unexpected turn of events, Draco mused. Potter could always cause him to react, but this was the first time anything like this had ever happened. Draco stumbled forward as Harry finally reacted, spinning around quickly and heading off towards the dungeons. Quickly regaining his composure Draco watched as the boy in front of him tried his hardest to destroy as much of the dungeon corridor as possible and failing miserably. Wonder what’s under Potter’s skin? Draco thought. An angry Harry is almost as delectable as a submissive one. As Draco watched Harry trying to dig himself out of a mess with Snape, he smiled to himself. Maybe he could multiply the enjoyment of his new hobby by incorporating a favourite past time. Yes, Draco smiled to himself, the best way to get at Potter will be to get under his skin and play on his insecurities.

With a swift apology from Snape and promise of compensation for being stuck with Potter, he gracefully moved to the front of the class, forcing Harry there after him. As Snape resumed his teaching Draco’s eye glittered in anticipation. Time to get down to business. Draco purred in Harry’s ear “Life’s not that bad now is it. Potter?”, enjoying the goose bumps that were appearing down the other boy’s neck. “Why aren’t you angry about this, ferret?” Oh, Harry was quick today. Draco chuckled quietly, turning his grey eyes to look at Harry’s emerald ones, shadowed in emotion. The boy in front of him looked absolutely shattered, on the verge of tears. Draco licked his lips slightly at the image, whoever imagined Potter to look this good? “Anything to watch you squirm, Potter.” The boy in front of him shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze and then proceeded to ignore Draco for the rest of the lesson. As much as Draco hated being ignored, he knew that it was best to let the dark haired boy stew in his own thought for a while, so he waited.

After Potions they packed up and moved outside to the corridor as their classmates dispersed. Draco was a little surprised as Potter’s side-kicks left them standing alone in the hallway, walking past with unhappy glances in Harry’s direction. The other boy didn’t seem to notice as he gathered himself mentally for whatever it was he was about to do. What followed was a quiet and fast jumble of words spilling from Harry’s mouth. “Look, Malfoy, we have two options here, either we wait this whole thing out and see how long it takes this ruddy spell to wear off, or you get over here and kiss me. I’m hungry, tired, and sick of the day so lets just get this over with already” Draco smiled at this response. Of course Potter needed to turn the table and put the onus on him to initiate any activity, he clearly wasn’t comfortable with this sort of thing. Draco wondered whether it was just him, or this whole situation that Harry was wary of. “What was that Potter? You want me to kiss you?” Draco couldn’t help himself and smiled mischievously, this opportunity was too good to pass up. “I thought you were too pure and too precious to be dirtied by the likes of me.” His voice rose in imitation of that slut Weasley’s voice. He could see the heat in Harry’s cheeks rising, brought on by his anger. “Look, Malfoy, as much as I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself, can we please, just this once, act like adults and get this over with.” Ah, the ball’s back in my park now is it? And Potter, begging. Draco’s groin was going haywire, thank Merlin for school robes. Power had always been a turn on for him, but having Harry look at him so desperately had to have been the single most erotic image he’d ever seen in his life.

“If you’re so eager, then come and get me.” Malfoy winked saucily at Harry before bursting in to laughter. Let’s see just how much we can make Potter squirm. “But then again, perhaps prude Potter is scared of something. Afraid you’ll like it?”
“What? No!” Harry sputtered. Well, that was a bit of an intense response, had he hit on an insecurity this early in the game?
“Yes, I think that’s what it is. Seems like Potter’s hiding something now doesn’t it? I bet that’s what this is all about. The Weaselette slut tried to pull a move on you and you flipped didn’t you? Bet those clawing little feminine Weasel hands got you all repulsed. They weren’t manly enough for y…” He was cut short by Harry’s fist meeting his jaw. Oh ho, this was perfect, Draco’s cock jumped in response. Even if Harry didn’t understand it completely himself, the darker boy’s violent reaction had shown something to Draco, something that could be very well utilised indeed in operation break Potter’s spirit.

“Shut the fuck up Malfoy, you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about! It’s none of your fucking business anyway what I do with my life, and I very much like breasts thank you very much!” Draco licked a small amount of blood off his lip and looked Harry in the eyes. “Seems I’ve hit a nerve there, Potter.” Draco started advancing on Harry, backing the nervous boy in to a wall. Trapped game, I can smell the fear, Draco thought.
“No, you haven’t! And don’t talk about Ginny like that!” Harry yelled.
“You seem to be defending yourself so well.” Potter’s mind was seemingly running half the speed as his mouth, and his retorts were getting sloppy, Draco loved what he was doing.

“Malfoy, just a fucking peck on the cheek and we can go our separate ways.” Oh, I’ll give you so much more Potter, just to screw with your mind a little bit. Draco closed the distance between them, loving the feeling of Harry trying desperately to melt through the wall in to the Potions class room at his advances. “I so love it when you’re like this, Potter. Cornered with no place to go.” And if he were to be perfectly honest with himself, he really did like seeing Harry like this, his breath quickening, his eyes darting around looking for an escape. “It makes me feel so good.” Draco nearly groaned this into Potter’s ear as his cock gave a decidedly painful throb in agreement. He couldn’t help himself, and latched his teeth on to the lobe of Harry’s ear, sucking at it. This lasted all of about 30 seconds before Harry’s brain kicked into gear and shoved Draco off him, only to be pushed on top of him by the invisible barrier that trapped them together. “Ah, your fag side finally showing through, Potter, knew you couldn’t resist me for long.”

Potter sputtered indignantly at that. “Why are you doing this Malfoy? If its for embarrassment you’ve already achieved that, now just give off and let me go. I give you permission to tell everyone that I’m a pouf, seems you’ve convinced yourself that I am. I’ve got no choice in the matter, by the looks of things, doesn’t matter that I’m straight as a wand, oh no. There’s nothing you can do anymore to make my life worse than it is!” Got him thinking did I? “Such the little drama queen, aren’t we, Potter. Life isn’t worth living? I’ll pass the news on, perhaps the Dark Lord won’t have to off you, you can do that yourself, angsting up in Gryffindor Tower about how nobody loves you and your best friends finally have ditched you. We all know you’re just uptight because you’re not getting any. But from the sounds of things the only one to blame for that is you, Potter, that Weaselette slag seemed pretty intent on giving you some in that broom closet before fourth today” Draco had hoped that his last sting about the Weaselette would get him right riled up but was surprise when all Potter said was “Just fuck off Malfoy”. Even trapped beneath the other boy, Draco felt infinitely powerful at the control he held over the other boy’s mental state. Potter launched himself forward, placed his mouth on Draco’s cheek before hurriedly trying to get away from the blonde, only to be flung straight back down again. “You didn’t really expect a kiss like that to get us out of this predicament did you, Potter? It’s Christmas, isn’t that time for all that generosity of spirit crap. Me thinks it’s going to take a little bit more effort than that to get us out of this bind.” This is too rich, Draco thought.
“Just take what you want Malfoy and let me go.” That did, indeed sound like an appetising thought. Draco very much intended to do just that, but his version seemed to involve a lot more squirming and pleading that Potter seemed to expect.

“Now we won’t be having any of that sullen attitude, Potter. Christmas is meant to be a merry time after all.” Draco had started circling the shaking boy in front of him, eyeing him from all angles. He closed in on Harry saying “I’ll beat you yet, Potter”, a very small admission to what his true intent was, “It’s not going to be that easy, you know. And by the time I’m done with you…” he loved watching Harry’s eyes scrunch in fear and embarrassment. He lowered his tongue to just behind Potter’s ear, licking his way down to the jugular. The other boy wasn’t expecting this, Draco knew, and he wondered just how long he would be able to get away with this before the other boy snapped. Draco smiled at the confused boy beneath him “Malfoy, what… what the hell…this isn’t part of the deal.” He sucked harder. “Just a kissss… oh God!” His groin jumped appreciatively at the sound of the other boy starting to come loose under his ministrations. “But that’s not very festive now is it? Come on Potter, some Christmas cheer.” Draco started to sneak his hands under the Gryffindor’s shirt, seeing how far this would go. As Harry pulled away from Draco, he tumbled after him, landing on the other boy’s stomach. He moved himself to a straddling position, trying to make the best of the situation that the Gods had thrown at him. “Well, well, eager now are we, all I was after was a little kiss, but this is so much more… inviting.” He could feel the arousal radiating off the boy beneath him, and smirked as he latched him self back on to the other boy’s neck, deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Just imagine the thoughts rushing through virgin Potter’s mind right now. This is going to fuck him up big time if nothing else. Too easy.

“Just…kiss…me…already” The boy below him was trying, ungracefully, to collide his mouth with Draco’s. Trying to get out of this situation. What a chicken. Draco hovered just out of his reach, pinning his hands above his head. He looked so deliciously submissive; it would be so easy just to take him right here. Instead of responding to the other boy’s plea he latched on to a nipple, Potter arching his back in desperation at the sensation. Draco shifted down Potter’s body, waiting to feel the swell of his groin against his own. He could see from the heavy panting and the look in the other boy’s eyes, he had never felt anything quite like this… and he was enjoying himself. Draco ground his hips, granting the other boy a little bit of friction before kneeling above him, just out of reach of Potter’s straining hips. “That’s more like it Potter, a bit of enthusiasm” Potter looked at him desperately. “Just…do…some… ahhh…thing…Malfoy!” Victory at last. Potter wasn’t asking for a kiss any more. Draco had driven him far past that. He had broken the boy’s resolve and got him to beg. Draco knew that this was where he had to stop if he wanted to continue with his plan, wouldn’t go down well to seem lacking in self control.

“As you wish, Potter.” Draco ground his body hard against Harry’s bringing his face to within inches of the dark haired boy’s beneath him. “Oh my fucking GOD” Draco smirked and placed his lips down on Harry’s, trying to force his tongue in to the other’s mouth, eventually having to bite down on the others lip. He tasted blood as he plundered the other boy’s mouth. Delicious. He finished the kiss with a hard twist of a nipple and stood up gracefully. Draco imagined what a sight this would make if someone walked around the corner right now. A dishevelled Harry Potter, shirt open and erection tenting his pants, being towered over by a slightly unkempt, yet equally delicious Draco Malfoy. A sweet sight indeed. He smirked one last time. “Merry Christmas Potter” before spinning on his heels and heading back to the dungeons. He sighed, all in a day’s work. As he entered the common room he wrapped his cloak around himself, hiding his erection from view, although still gaining a few questioning glances from fellow house mates as to his dishevelled, yet somehow still regal form.

Now, to sort out the little problem that Harry had caused him. He headed to the Slytherin bathrooms, casting a silencing charm around his cubicle as he switched on the hot water and de-robed himself. He let the warm water cascade over his face and down his back, washing himself slowly, hand deftly avoiding his main objective. A little teasing never went astray with Draco. Draco closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, his hand finally reaching its goal. He stroked up the shaft of his cock once before slowly toying with the slit, pre-come dribbling down the drain with the water. In Draco’s mind he envisaged Potter, tied up naked against his bed, struggling against his bonds, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, just as they had been when Draco had plundered his mouth. With no more than that image, and a few long strokes of his cock, Draco’s release overtook him. He sagged, sated, against the wall of the shower. Well, he certainly had found something to entertain him. He really hoped his new hobby would stave off the boredom for just a little while. He smiled to himself. Today hadn’t been too bad after all.

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Thanks for the response ^.^ I’m really happy my first chapter wasn’t a massive flop. I read through the comments and took them into account when writing this chapter. I tend to write what I would like to read in my story. I’m one who likes a bit of confusion and angst, and too often I find the characters break too easily. There is nothing more delicious than a bit of tension between rivalries. To set this up I though it would be best to see Draco’s point of view. I quite liked how the chapter turned out, but because I have no beta, it’s probably, once again, a little all over the place.

I’ll try and update as often as I can, but it’s a little hard to find spare time to write. I was on a roll and really enthused from the responses. I have a few ideas floating around in the back of my mind as how to best torture Harry *winks suggestively* but we will just have to wait and see if people aren’t completely turned off my writing after this chapter. Love.