A Weekend in February

Saturday morning.

Harry awoke with a start the following morning when the sound of a great clatter drifted up the stairs and into the bedroom. Harry sat up straight in bed and listened again to be sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He didn’t have to wait long. Another huge crashing sound rang out from the vicinity of the kitchen downstairs. Harry eyed the still-sleeping Draco cautiously before reaching into the drawer of the nightstand to retrieve his wand.

“Draco, wake up,” Harry whispered.

“No,” Draco answered blearily.

“There’s someone downstairs. You stay here. I’m going to see what’s going on,” Harry said, peeling the covers back.

“My Gryffindor hero,” Draco said, a smile creeping across his face.

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he peered down at Draco.

“What are you up to?” Harry asked.

Draco pursed his lips and stretched.

“Breakfast. Now stay put – and put your cock extension back in its drawer,” Draco said, laughing.

”Breakfast?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and pulling him back down under the covers. “In bed.”

Harry tossed his wand aside and rolled into Draco’s warm arms. He smiled and kissed Draco’s jaw.

“What have you gone and done?” Harry asked.

“It’s just Dobby and Winky,” Draco said, nibbling Harry’s earlobe. “And before you ask me, yes I paid them. It’s part of your Valentine’s Day gift.”

“Ahh, I thought we agreed no big gifts this year,” Harry said.

“It’s not a big gift. It’s breakfast in bed,” Draco purred, sucking the skin behind Harry’s ear.

Harry sighed softly against Draco’s cheek and rolled over onto his back, pulling Draco on top of him.

“I love you so much,” Harry said, looking up into Draco’s grey eyes. “I am the luckiest person alive.”

Harry’s eyes began to water slightly, so he closed them and pulled Draco down for a kiss. Draco ran his hand through Harry’s hair and stroked Harry’s cheek with his thumb.

They kissed slowly and sweetly for minutes, eventually rolling over on their sides to face each other again.

“I think I might be the lucky one,aco aco said, rubbing his hands over his face. “Damn it, Potter. Stop turning me into a mushy great sap.”

Harry laughed, pulling Draco’s hands away from his face.

“You are perfect and beautiful and I love you,” Harry said, grinning. “Oh, and happy Valentine’s Day.”

Draco kissed Harry’s bottom lip and smiled.

“Present now?” Draco asked.

Harry squinted his eyes and pondered the question.

“Hmmm – after breakfast,” he finally answered.

Draco rolled over onto his back and drew in a deep breath.

“Dobby!” Draco bellowed.

Harry jumped and threw his hand over Draco’s mouth, muffling the sound.

“Good Lord,” Harry laughed. “I don’t think I knew you could be so bloody loud.”

“You never pay much attention during sex, Potter,” Draco retorted.

He rolled back over to face Harry and began to climb on top of him, moaning and licking his lips. He rolled Harry onto his back and straddled his lap.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Ohhhhh, Harry,” Draco purred, moaning louder and gyrating on top of him. “Oh God, Harry! Yes! Fuck me, Harry! Don’t stop…oh God, Haaaarry!”

Harry began to laugh uncontrollably at Draco’s spontaneous and very fake orgasm.

“OK, OK,” Harry laughed breathlessly. “I see your point. Quite a pair of lungs you have there, indeed.”

Draco nodded and dismounted Harry. He smirked when he saw exactly what effect his performance had had on Harry.

“You liked the show, didn’t you? You naughty boy,” Draco said, running his hand lightly over the front of Harry’s pyjama bottoms.

Harry blushed and shrugged. Draco smiled and pressed light kisses along Harry’s jaw and neck, working his way down to the front of Harry’s throat. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be worshipped by Draco’s mouth. The faint sound of a small bell tinkling in the distance made its way up to the bedroom. Draco sucked Harry’s throat and whispered against it.

“Breakfast is ready,” he said. “I told them not to come up here. I’ll go get it.”

Harry smiled, running his fingers through Draco’s hair.

“I’m not sure I deserve you,” Harry said.

“You don’t,” Draco answered, sucking Harry’s chin slightly before leaving the bed.

Draco returned moments later carrying a tray of tea, toast, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit and – chocolate fondue.

“Oh God, Draco,” Harry said, grinning. “Just get in bed with the chocolate. Leave everything else for later.”

Draco laughed, setting the tray down on the nightstand.

“You are most predictable – and most perverted,” Draco said.

Draco slipped an elegant finger into the warm chocolate and smirked down at Harry. He withdrew fin finger and held it upright, letting the chocolate run down its length.

“We’ll ruin the sheets,” Draco whispered as he crawled halfway onto the bed and ran his chocolate-covered finger across Harry’s lips. Harry licked his lips clean and then sucked Draco’s finger into his mouth, sliding it slowly along his tongue.

Harry pulled Draco into the bed entirely and continued lavishing attention to Draco’s fingers. He ran his tongue up and down between Draco’s fingers, causing Draco to shudder.

“So we’ll clean the sheets later. More, please,” Harry said, grinning wickedly.

Draco laughed and reached over, dipping four fingers into the melted chocolate and scooping out quite a hearty handful.

“That’s too much, Dra…” Harry said.

He was cut off unexpectedly by Draco’s hand smearing quite a generous amount of chocolate across his mouth and face. Harry lay there briefly in shock, and then began to laugh. Draco sat back on his knees, his eyes filling with tears from laughing so hard.

“Oh, that’s it,” Harry growled.

He reached up and wrapped his arm around the back of Draco’s neck, pulling him down. Draco struggled, but Harry’s muscular arms held him firmly in place. Harry pulled Draco into a wet, warm, sticky, chocolaty kiss.

Harry pretended it was a big screen, movie star kiss, moving his head around dramatically and moaning and spreading chocolate all over Draco’s face.

Draco kept laughing, getting chocolate in his mouth and on his teeth in the process.

Harry finally released Draco, exploding into a fit of laughter when he saw the result – his refined, blond, pale boyfriend’s elegant exterior ruined by dark brown chocolate spread across his face.

“That is just priceless,” Harry laughed.

“You’re so fucked, Harry,” Draco said, attempting unsuccessfully to wipe his face clean with his forearm. “You know I refuse to be outdone.”

“Shit,” Harry whispered and laughed. “You’re scary, you know that?”

Draco pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh no,” Harry said.

Harry sat up as fast as he could and swung his feet around to the side of the bed. He stood up, hoping desperately that he could dart into the bathroom and shut the door before the next onslaught of melted chocolate.

He made it halfway there when Draco dumped the entire contents of tht act across the back of his head, and over his shoulders, back and arse.

Harry froze in place, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“No you didn’t,” he said.

“I think I did,” Draco replied, smiling triumphantly.

Harry turned slowly to face Draco, a disturbingly predatory grin playing across his lips.

“No, Potter, don’t you dare,” Draco started, taking a step backward.

Draco turned to flee the bedroom, but Harry made it to the door before he did, blocking it entirely.

Harry sprang forward and tackled Draco, pinning him to the floor. He then proceede rol roll over on top of him, face up, smearing the warm chocolate all over Draco’s chest and neck. Satisfied he’d made as much of a mess of Draco as he possibly could, he rolled back over on top of him, smiling down at his partner’s thoroughly dishevelled form.

“You know, everyone thinks you’re so bloody sweet and innocent,” Draco hissed. “But only I know what a real wanker you are.”

Harry laughed softly and lowered his head, licking chocolate from the side of Draco’s neck.

“Everyone thinks you’re a real wanker,” Harry whispered, having another taste from the hollow of Draco’s throat. “But only I know how sweet…you taste right now.”

Draco laughed and laced his fingers through Harry’s hair, tugging slightly.

Harry moved downward, licking and sucking chocolate from Draco’s neck, throat, collarbone and nipples. Draco’s body arched from the floor when y rey reached the centre of his stomach and began to suck and mark it.

Harry moved down further, sliding Draco’s pyjama bottoms off. He rubbed his hand across Draco’s chest, gathering a small scoop of chocolate, and then wrapped his warm, sticky, wet hand around Draco’s cock, sliding it up and down until his erection was copiously coated.

Draco hissed and his eyes fluttered shut. Harry moved down further still. He parted his lips and rested them above the head of Draco’s cock. Draco opened his eyes and looked down at Harry.

“Shit,” he murmured. “You’re sexy as hell, you know that?”

Harry smirked up at Draco and licked his lips, letting his tongue flicker briefly over the top of Draco’s erection.

“My God,” Draco whispered and laid his head back down.

Harry wrapped his warm mouth tightly around Draco’s cock and began to suck slowly. He paused occasionally to lick and clean it thoroughly, only to resume sucking hard and slow, takins tis time. Draco opened his eyes again, taking in the sight of Harry’s lips and tongue working his cock over. He moaned when he saw Harry’s cheeks hollow slightly as he sucked particularly hard on one downward stroke.

There was only one problem – the chocolate was beginning to cool. Harry’s hand stuck momentarily against Draco’s stomach before he pulled it away with a grimace. Harry sucked hard and slow one final time, slurping his way up and releasing Draco’s throbbing cock from his mouth with a pop.

Draco looked up questioningly.

“Draco this is disgusting,” Harry said smiling.

Draco frowned. “What the hell do you mean by that? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“The chocolate, love,” Harry answered smiling. “It’s getting all cold and sticky.”

Draco rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like “entirely your fault.” Harry crawled back up Draco’s body and sucked an earlobe into his mouth. Draco moaned and wrapped his arms around Harry’s warm body.

“Let’s get in the shower,” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear.

“Now that’s a brilliant idea,” Draco said and smiled.

Harry stood up, extending an arm down to pull Draco to his feet. Draco laced his fingers between Harry’s and followed him into the bathroom.