Drunken Lullabies
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,494
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related material belong to J.K.Rowling. Only the plot is mine. I realize that the title of my story is also the title of a Flogging Molly CD, it just kind of worked with the story.
Author’s Note: Please R/R my story, it is my first slash fic so let me know what you think of it.
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Chapter 5
“Harry! Harry! Wake up Harry!” Ron yelled excitedly, while shaking him awake. “It’s Christmas!” Harry groaned slightly and rolled over burying his face in the pillows. Why does Ron insist on waking up so early? I bet it’s not even dawn yet. After several more minutes of Ron poking and prodding him Harry finally turned back over and sat up.
“Finally!” Ron exclaimed, moving back over to his own bed and beginning to unwrap his presents. Harry and Ron had their own rooms now, all 6th and 7th years did but because it was Christmas they had decided to move back in their own dorm for the night.
Harry rubbed his eyes, yawning. “What time is it Ron?”
“Oh, I dunno...not quite 6:00,” Ron said distractedly while tearing open another present.
Harry chuckled to himself, Ron’s favorite holiday was easily Christmas. The boy simply loved presents. Harry sat watching Ron open a few more presents. He had always watched the other boys open their presents, but since Dean, Shamus and Neville had all gone home for Christmas it was just he and Ron. Harry liked watching people open presents almost as much as getting presents himself. He loved the eagerness on their faces and then the smile that spread from ear to ear when they got something they really liked.
Ron looked up, “Aren’t you going to open your presents Harry?”
“What going to volunteer to open them for me?” He teased, smiling. He knew Ron wouldn’t be offended by this comment. He had teased Ron every Christmas since first year about his speedy present opening.
Ron grinned back, “I just might if you don’t hurry up!”
With that Harry crawled down to the end of the bed, still smiling at the warmth the familiarity of the scene caused, and began to open his presents.
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Several presents and loads of wrapping paper later Harry looked up as Ron got off his bed and told him that he wanted to go take a quick shower before they went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry looked down at all the presents he had received. He had gotten the traditional Christmas package from Mrs. Weasley with his home-made sweater and meat pies. Both Ron and Hagrid had sent him tons of Honeydukes candy and Hermione had sent him a book on Professional Quidditch and different tactics the teams used. The Dursley’s must have been feeling especially generous because they had sent him not one but two pairs of old socks. And even Fred and George, who had opened their own joke shop after they graduated, had sent him a large package of their newest products.
Harry got dressed and sat there for a few minutes just thinking about how lucky he was to have such great friends and remembering back to his first Christmas at Hogwarts. It had been the first Christmas he had actually been happy on... Just then a loud tapping came from the window on his left.
A familiar eagle owl sat on the ledge, a small package tied onto his leg. Harry’s heart leaped as he hurried over to the window and opened it, letting the tired owl in. He untied the package from the owl’s leg and quickly filled a small bowl of water for it. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart racing as he unwrapped the tiny package. The first thing he saw was a beautiful ring. His eyes grew wide at the sight of it. A square cut stone was set on it, the stone was a beautiful silver-grey color, that looked remarkably like the color of Draco’s eyes. He slipped the ring onto his middle finger, it fit perfectly. Harry gazed at the ring for a few moments longer before his attention was drawn to a small folded note. He opened it and saw Draco’s precise handwriting . It read:
Dear Harry,
I hope your Christmas is going well. Do you like the ring? I hope it fits. I know we have definitely had our share of fights in the past but I hope that we have moved pasted that. I know most of it was my fault in the first place but I am trying to change. I have a bad habit of lying, if you hadn’t noticed.
Harry smiled wryly at this.
But I don’t want to lie to you anymore and to ensure that I don’t I have given you this ring. It contains a truth stone, the stone will turn black when someone is lying to you and clear when someone is telling the truth. Now you will always be able to know that I am being truthful (and you can see how honest your friends REALLY are!). Anyway, maybe we can hang out when I get back. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours truly,
Draco Malfoy
Harry sat back, shocked. A truth stone. This will definitely come in handy. Harry thought to himself as Ron walked in.
He looked at the owl curiously. “What’d the owl bring?”
“Nothing,” Harry blushed, trying to slip the note into his pocket without Ron noticing.
Nope, didn’t work.
Ron noticed and pounced on Harry, trying to wrestle the note from him. After several minutes of Ron chasing Harry around he finally managed to tear the note from Harry’s hands. Ron held a squirming Harry at an arm’s length while he read the note aloud.
“Dearest Harry,
Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, grinning.
I love you more than words can say. My passion for you burns like a thousand suns. Come to my bed tonight at midnight for some special fun...”
Harry stopped struggling. There were words forming on his side of the page as Ron read.
Sorry Harry, I couldn’t resist. Don’t worry no one but you can read what I wrote.
Harry tried not to laugh as Ron finished reading the letter.
“I can’t wait to taste those beautiful lips. See you tonight gorgeous.
Love,
Ron Weasley”
Ron faltered at the end of the letter, he had turned a bright red color. “H-Harry I didn’t w-w-write this. I s-swear I didn’t.”
Harry couldn’t hold back anymore. He burst out laughing, gasping for breath.
Ron turned an even brighter shade of red, if that was possible. “You...You tricked me! This is just joke parchment isn’t it! ... Did Fred and George give you this? I’ll kill them!!!”
Harry continued laughing as Ron chased him out the dormitory and into the halls. By the time they reached the Great Hall Harry was doubled over and rubbing a stitch in his side. When Ron reached him he too doubled over, panting. He looked up at Harry and smiled taking breaths every few seconds. “That was - good Harry, - mean - but good.”
Harry smiled back, trying to regain his breath. “Thanks.”
They walked into the Great Hall, it was barely past dawn, so besides a few 3rd year Hufflepuffs they had the entire hall to themselves.
“I’m starved,” said Ron, loading his plate up with food. Harry followed suit, grabbing some waffles and syrup and filling his goblet with pumpkin juice. He and Ron sat in silence while they both ate. Ron was working on his third plate of food and Harry had managed to down nearly 4 waffles. A flurry of several wings announced that the post hadivedived. I have to remember to write Draco and thank him as soon as I get back to my room. Harry thought to himself seeing the owls. He had completely forgotten that he was still wearing the ring Draco had gotten him until now. He looked down at the stone, it was still a soft silver color. But before Harry could think any more a small ball of feathers smashed into the side of his head, bounced back off, and flew back down to the table hopping up and down and hooting excitedly.
It was Pigwidgeon, Ron’s pint-sized owl. It had a small note tied to it’s leg and was looking very happy with himself.
“Ugh, Pig! Stay still!” Ron exclaimed, trying to untie the note from the bouncing owl’s leg. After a few more moments Ron managed to untie the letter and afterkingking at the note briefly Ron stuffed the note into his pocket.
“Who was the letter from Ron?” Harry asked, turning back to his waffles.
“Oh...uh...it was just a letter from my mum, wanted to wish us a happy Christmas.” Ron said.
\"Oh okay,\" Harry said, reaching to take a sip from his goblet but as he did something caught his eye. The truth stone had turned black.
Author’s Note: Please R/R my story, it is my first slash fic so let me know what you think of it.
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Chapter 5
“Harry! Harry! Wake up Harry!” Ron yelled excitedly, while shaking him awake. “It’s Christmas!” Harry groaned slightly and rolled over burying his face in the pillows. Why does Ron insist on waking up so early? I bet it’s not even dawn yet. After several more minutes of Ron poking and prodding him Harry finally turned back over and sat up.
“Finally!” Ron exclaimed, moving back over to his own bed and beginning to unwrap his presents. Harry and Ron had their own rooms now, all 6th and 7th years did but because it was Christmas they had decided to move back in their own dorm for the night.
Harry rubbed his eyes, yawning. “What time is it Ron?”
“Oh, I dunno...not quite 6:00,” Ron said distractedly while tearing open another present.
Harry chuckled to himself, Ron’s favorite holiday was easily Christmas. The boy simply loved presents. Harry sat watching Ron open a few more presents. He had always watched the other boys open their presents, but since Dean, Shamus and Neville had all gone home for Christmas it was just he and Ron. Harry liked watching people open presents almost as much as getting presents himself. He loved the eagerness on their faces and then the smile that spread from ear to ear when they got something they really liked.
Ron looked up, “Aren’t you going to open your presents Harry?”
“What going to volunteer to open them for me?” He teased, smiling. He knew Ron wouldn’t be offended by this comment. He had teased Ron every Christmas since first year about his speedy present opening.
Ron grinned back, “I just might if you don’t hurry up!”
With that Harry crawled down to the end of the bed, still smiling at the warmth the familiarity of the scene caused, and began to open his presents.
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Several presents and loads of wrapping paper later Harry looked up as Ron got off his bed and told him that he wanted to go take a quick shower before they went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry looked down at all the presents he had received. He had gotten the traditional Christmas package from Mrs. Weasley with his home-made sweater and meat pies. Both Ron and Hagrid had sent him tons of Honeydukes candy and Hermione had sent him a book on Professional Quidditch and different tactics the teams used. The Dursley’s must have been feeling especially generous because they had sent him not one but two pairs of old socks. And even Fred and George, who had opened their own joke shop after they graduated, had sent him a large package of their newest products.
Harry got dressed and sat there for a few minutes just thinking about how lucky he was to have such great friends and remembering back to his first Christmas at Hogwarts. It had been the first Christmas he had actually been happy on... Just then a loud tapping came from the window on his left.
A familiar eagle owl sat on the ledge, a small package tied onto his leg. Harry’s heart leaped as he hurried over to the window and opened it, letting the tired owl in. He untied the package from the owl’s leg and quickly filled a small bowl of water for it. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart racing as he unwrapped the tiny package. The first thing he saw was a beautiful ring. His eyes grew wide at the sight of it. A square cut stone was set on it, the stone was a beautiful silver-grey color, that looked remarkably like the color of Draco’s eyes. He slipped the ring onto his middle finger, it fit perfectly. Harry gazed at the ring for a few moments longer before his attention was drawn to a small folded note. He opened it and saw Draco’s precise handwriting . It read:
Dear Harry,
I hope your Christmas is going well. Do you like the ring? I hope it fits. I know we have definitely had our share of fights in the past but I hope that we have moved pasted that. I know most of it was my fault in the first place but I am trying to change. I have a bad habit of lying, if you hadn’t noticed.
Harry smiled wryly at this.
But I don’t want to lie to you anymore and to ensure that I don’t I have given you this ring. It contains a truth stone, the stone will turn black when someone is lying to you and clear when someone is telling the truth. Now you will always be able to know that I am being truthful (and you can see how honest your friends REALLY are!). Anyway, maybe we can hang out when I get back. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours truly,
Draco Malfoy
Harry sat back, shocked. A truth stone. This will definitely come in handy. Harry thought to himself as Ron walked in.
He looked at the owl curiously. “What’d the owl bring?”
“Nothing,” Harry blushed, trying to slip the note into his pocket without Ron noticing.
Nope, didn’t work.
Ron noticed and pounced on Harry, trying to wrestle the note from him. After several minutes of Ron chasing Harry around he finally managed to tear the note from Harry’s hands. Ron held a squirming Harry at an arm’s length while he read the note aloud.
“Dearest Harry,
Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, grinning.
I love you more than words can say. My passion for you burns like a thousand suns. Come to my bed tonight at midnight for some special fun...”
Harry stopped struggling. There were words forming on his side of the page as Ron read.
Sorry Harry, I couldn’t resist. Don’t worry no one but you can read what I wrote.
Harry tried not to laugh as Ron finished reading the letter.
“I can’t wait to taste those beautiful lips. See you tonight gorgeous.
Love,
Ron Weasley”
Ron faltered at the end of the letter, he had turned a bright red color. “H-Harry I didn’t w-w-write this. I s-swear I didn’t.”
Harry couldn’t hold back anymore. He burst out laughing, gasping for breath.
Ron turned an even brighter shade of red, if that was possible. “You...You tricked me! This is just joke parchment isn’t it! ... Did Fred and George give you this? I’ll kill them!!!”
Harry continued laughing as Ron chased him out the dormitory and into the halls. By the time they reached the Great Hall Harry was doubled over and rubbing a stitch in his side. When Ron reached him he too doubled over, panting. He looked up at Harry and smiled taking breaths every few seconds. “That was - good Harry, - mean - but good.”
Harry smiled back, trying to regain his breath. “Thanks.”
They walked into the Great Hall, it was barely past dawn, so besides a few 3rd year Hufflepuffs they had the entire hall to themselves.
“I’m starved,” said Ron, loading his plate up with food. Harry followed suit, grabbing some waffles and syrup and filling his goblet with pumpkin juice. He and Ron sat in silence while they both ate. Ron was working on his third plate of food and Harry had managed to down nearly 4 waffles. A flurry of several wings announced that the post hadivedived. I have to remember to write Draco and thank him as soon as I get back to my room. Harry thought to himself seeing the owls. He had completely forgotten that he was still wearing the ring Draco had gotten him until now. He looked down at the stone, it was still a soft silver color. But before Harry could think any more a small ball of feathers smashed into the side of his head, bounced back off, and flew back down to the table hopping up and down and hooting excitedly.
It was Pigwidgeon, Ron’s pint-sized owl. It had a small note tied to it’s leg and was looking very happy with himself.
“Ugh, Pig! Stay still!” Ron exclaimed, trying to untie the note from the bouncing owl’s leg. After a few more moments Ron managed to untie the letter and afterkingking at the note briefly Ron stuffed the note into his pocket.
“Who was the letter from Ron?” Harry asked, turning back to his waffles.
“Oh...uh...it was just a letter from my mum, wanted to wish us a happy Christmas.” Ron said.
\"Oh okay,\" Harry said, reaching to take a sip from his goblet but as he did something caught his eye. The truth stone had turned black.