Christmas Countdown

A/N: And the days keep on coming! What’s next?

Thank you for the reviews! You have no idea how happy you made me.

I doubt any of the made up lyrics will have the same tempo as the actual song xD

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14 December 2008

On the second day of Christmas…

“I don’t understand why I have to go to their house,” Draco grouched from behind the shower curtain… behind the clear shower curtain.

Harry smirked; he could see everything from the reflection of the bathroom mirror. He was glad that the blond had such great tastes in bathroom décor.

“Granger asked you, not me. What if I don’t want to go to their house for dinner?” Draco continued. Harry could see that Draco was bent forward, washing his hair.

“It’s Weasley now, Draco. She married Ron four years ago,” Harry corrected. “And asking me means you’re invited as well since we’re living together and that you’re my boyfriend.”

“Weasley-Granger, whatever,” Draco muttered. “I don’t know why she bothered. Weasley still thinks I’m the biggest git on earth.”

Harry laughed and turned on the faucet. He rinsed his toothbrush and filled a glass with water. Harry gargled three times and he grinned at himself in the mirror. Yep, his teeth were clean.

“That’s not true, love. You and Ron were talking the last time we went to their house. About chess, if I remembered correctly.”

“We were not talking. We were… bickering,” Draco said. He turned off the shower and yanked the curtain to the side, revealing his naked body for Harry to see from the mirror. “Are you done? You’ve been standing there, smiling at yourself for the past five minutes.”

Harry grinned and spun around. His green eyes raked Draco’s glistening body, following the droplets of water as they cascaded down the panes of the blond’s toned muscles. Harry licked his lips and sauntered over to his lover, his grin now feral.

“I was looking at you, didn’t you know?” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s lean body. “I saw everything. The curtains covered nothing. They’re only useful for preventing water from wetting the tile floor.”

Draco scoffed, but leaned forward and placed a kiss on Harry’s forehead. “I’m doing this for you, not for the Weasleys. I never break my promises.”

“Mm… You did say you’ll go if I ravished you, which I did last night,” Harry said huskily. “I loved the way you writhed on the bed…”

“… With the Santa hat on my head,” Draco finished with a grin. “We are so keeping that hat.”

Harry let out a sharp laugh and grabbed a towel from a metal bar situated next to the tub. He handed Draco the towel.

“Go primp in front of the mirror. It’s my turn to take a shower.”

When Draco walked over to the counter, Harry slapped his bare arse soundly. Draco let out a yelp and turned to glare at his green-eyed boyfriend.

“Watch it, Potter. Any more slapping or pinching might result in us not going to Weasley’s house. At all.”

“Ooo… I love it when you threaten me,” Harry laughed, “it’s sexy.” He winked when Draco mock groaned.

“You’re impossible.”

“You love me anyway,” Harry sang.

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“Just ring the doorbell, Draco. It’s not going to bite you,” Harry said impatiently. “I might though; it’s bloody cold out here!”

“Harry…” Draco warned. “Do not mention anything that might relate to sex.” Harry glared at him and jerked his head at the doorbell. Draco sighed explosively. “Alright, I’ll ring the bloody doorbell.”

Just as he was reaching to poke at the small, white button, the front door was yanked open. Hermione’s bushy head appeared and a huge smile was plastered on her face. Draco groaned. Gran—Weasley was too cheery sometimes.

“Harry, Draco! You guys are here! I heard muffled yelling and I thought it might be you guys.” Hermione opened the door wider. “Come in, I made some hot coffee. It’s freezing out there.”

“Yes, it’s freezing. You could’ve ended up with a popsicle for a friend, Mione.” Harry tilted his head at Draco and jabbed his thumb at the blond. “He wouldn’t touch the doorbell.”

Hermione giggled and ushered the two men inside. Once they were in, both Harry and Draco shivered from the sudden change of temperature. Draco took a deep breath. There was one thing he appreciated about Hermione and it was her cooking. It was almost as good as Harry’s. But he was sure nobody could beat his boyfriend.

“Hang your coats on the rack. Ron and Kaitlin are in the living room. He’s trying to teach her how to play chess.” Hermione rolled her eyes and padded down the hallway, Harry and Draco following after they hung their coats.

“Teaching Kaitlin? Your daughter’s only two,” Draco drawled. “The only things she’s interested in are her toys.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “She’s too young. I think Ron just wants to pass down his skills. He should wait a few more years.”

“I told him that,” Hermione said; she threw her hands into the air. “He wouldn’t listen.” She then smiled fondly. “Oh well. Go ahead, I’ll join you guys later. I still need to check on the pot roast.”

“Pot roast?” Draco asked, his eyes lighting up. “I… I hate to say this, but I love your pot roast.”

“Was that a compliment I heard from Draco?” Hermione asked; she was already walking toward her kitchen.

“Yes, it is!” Harry called out, laughing.

Draco ‘humphed’ and stomped away like a child. Harry snickered and followed his blond lover.

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“Another reason I don’t like going to their house… I end up feeling like a slug afterwards.”

Draco trudged slowly, his hand on his bloated belly, to the bed. He flopped on his back, rubbing soothing circles on his rounded stomach. He didn’t plan to eat so much… but Hermione’s pot roast was incredible.

Not as good as Harry’s though. Nope.

Harry only hummed in response. He sat down next to Draco and peeled his socks off. Harry then threw them to a corner somewhere. He’ll find them later.

“You’re more than welcome to sit on the toilet and fart a few times,” Harry offered. “I’ll just cast an Air Purifying charm afterwards.”

Draco spluttered and pushed his body up and glared at the back of Harry’s head.

“I do not do something so plebian as farting, Harry,” Draco snapped. “You’re the one that passes gas whenever you please. I’m the one that had to cast the charm around the house.” Draco let out a grumble before falling back onto the bed.

Harry chuckled and fell backward onto the mattress. He lay there next to Draco. The blond sighed and buried his face into Harry’s bicep.

“My tummy hurts,” Draco whined pitifully.

“What are you? Five?” Harry asked. He laughed more when Draco started nuzzling his nose on Harry’s arm. “God, you’re adorable.”

“I don’t do adorable, Potter.”

“Of course not,” Harry said affectionately. He then sat up suddenly, making Draco’s face fall onto the bed sheet.

“Where are you…” Draco started as Harry got off and made his way to the bathroom.

“I’ll be back; just stay there, Draco.”

Malfoy frowned when Harry closed the bathroom door behind him.

“Get me a Pain Reliever potion while you’re in there! I don’t want to have a stomachache tomorrow!” Draco yelled and flopped back down.

He waited.

.: HPDMHPDM :.

Draco was half asleep. He felt pleasantly warm under the cocoon of blankets. While waiting for his lover, Draco had taken off his trousers and dress shirt, leaving only his boxers on. He then burrowed under the warm covers and curled up into a ball.

Harry took forever… Or ten minutes… but that was forever for Draco.

The bathroom door clicked and Draco sat up.

“Harry, love… What took… you…” Draco’s mouth slacked. Harry had just walked out.

Naked.

Merlin, Draco swore he was going to end up having high blood pressure when he’s older.

But that’s not all. Harry was… he was…

“Where did you get those!?” Draco demanded.

Harry smirked around the candy cane he was sucking on; it came out with a small ‘pop’. He walked slowly toward Draco and shoved the other candy cane at Draco’s face.

“There was a bowl in Hermione’s kitchen. It was filled with candies… and I took two candy canes.” Harry pressed the tip of the cane back into his mouth, his lips wrapped tightly around the sticky confection.

Draco watched, unblinkingly, as Harry pulled and pushed the cane. He could also tell that Harry’s tongue was swirling and licking…

“Fuck, Harry…”

Harry smiled coquettishly and climbed onto their bed. He straddled Draco’s legs and sat down, his naked crotch dangerously close to Draco’s.

“You were so well-behaved tonight… I think you deserve a reward, Draco,” Harry whispered hotly. He tossed the uneaten candy to the floor and leaned in, his lips closing over Draco’s.

Malfoy could taste peppermint and Harry’s lips were sticky, but he didn’t care. Not when Harry was kissing him like that. He moaned into the kiss and was barely aware when Harry pushed at his chest. Harry then got off Draco’s thighs and stayed on his knees. Draco took the hint and shuffled backwards until his back was touching the headboard, his legs bent.

Harry popped the rest of the candy cane into his mouth and crunched on it. His eyes never left Draco’s face. The brunet slowly moved to Draco, on his knees. When he got to his destination, Harry sat down right into the dip.

“You know how much I love candy canes…” Harry breathed; Draco could smell the minty flavor. “I love sucking and licking on them as much as I love sucking your cock… But your cock is so much better.”

Draco whimpered when Harry spelled his boxers away. Flesh met heated flesh and Draco couldn’t help but thrust his hips just a bit upward. Draco let out a tortured moan when Harry circled his hips, right on his erection.

“You’re in for a long night, love.”

Harry then started rocking back and forth, his own arousal bobbing and rubbing against Draco’s abdomen.

Draco was glad he went to the Weasleys’. It was a good thing after all.

… two candy canes and a ride.

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A/N: I’m sure you know what ‘ride’ meant when I said that ;P Okay, my made up lyrics so did not match the tempo of the original… whatever. ;X I kept my schedule! I’m so proud of myself *snaps pictures of naked Harry and Draco*

YES! *flees*