The Twelve Days After Christmas
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The Twelve Days After Christmas
Title: The Twelve After Christmas
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: 1/2
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: Dec 2005
Key words: Slash, M/M, language, m-preg Fluff,WAFF
Summary: Draco decides to follow tradition and for the twelve days after Christmas, gives Harry Presents that are nothing like the Muggle song The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Beta: Thanks to tivogirl for the beta work.
The Twelve Days After Christmas OR
How Draco Drove Harry to Distraction with Tradition
Days 1- 6
On Monday Harry opened the door to the home he shared with Draco. The delivery man looked at him. “Delivery for MR. H.J.P. Malfoy. Sign here.” Harry signed the parchment and took the container into the family room. Uncovering it caused a gasp. Inside the gilt cage was a beauty of a Phoenix.
Harry stared in awe at the bird. He hadn’t had the heart to replace his beloved Hedwig after she had companioned him for so many years. He opened the cage and coaxed the phoenix out. He saw the attached card and opened it. In Draco’s scrawl, he read:
“On the first day after Christmas, your true love gives to you, one flaming red Phoenix. Love, Draco.”
That night when Draco got home the loving was long and sweet, both men finding completion at least twice.
Tuesday morning saw Draco off to work and a tender Harry lazing around the house. The doorbell rang and he answered it to find the same delivery guy saying the same thing. Harry signed and took the package inside. Uncovering it he was surprised to find 3 birds – two o f them practically illegal to have and another phoenix. He picked up the card and read:
“On the second day after Christmas, your true love gives to you 2 Breeding Snidgets and a flaming red phoenix. Love Draco”
When Draco got home Harry greeted him with a kiss and managed to get out “Do you have the proper permits for the Snidgets?” Draco reassured him all was in order and another night of passionate exchanges were shared in thanks.
Harry lazed in the family room when Draco left for work. He began thinking of the best place for the four birds. He changed that number as he watched the Snidgets, they may be almost extinct and he could tell why. They weren’t hunted to death, they screwed themselves to death. Harry shook his head looking at them and thinking, ‘they’re worse than me and Draco’. He began to think of a room just for them and the broods they would provide when he was interrupted by the doorbell.
He opened the door again to find the same delivery guy. Being in a mood, he couldn’t help smirking and asking “What is your name? I think we are going to be seeing each other quite a lot around this door.”
The other man just looked at him. “My name is Stanley, sir.”
Harry flashed him that wining smile and took the parchment, signed for it and returned it and a few coins he had in his trouser pockets. Reaching out, he took the packages and said “Thanks Stanley, I’ll probably see you tomorrow.” Harry went back in the den and uncovered the packages. Today’s note read:
“On the third day after Christmas your true love gives to you three snowy owls, two mating Snidgets (do they do anything else?) and a flaming red Phoenix. Love Draco”
Harry just shook his head. The family room was fast becoming the bird room. Today’s delivery had 6 birds added to the ones already there and it was more than he wanted to think about. The sound of chirping alone, could get on your nerves. When the snidgets went at it, the phoenixes would start singing and now the snowy owls joined in. Harry left the family room in search of quiet.
The loving between spouses that night was short and fast. Harry was too tired from listening to the birds all day. He needed to escape into sleep while the birds did.
The fourth day dawned bright and cheery. Harry was dreading the doorbell today. Stanley had to make two trips to the delivery vehicle and they followed the same routine. Harry signed, handed Stanley the parchment and coins and Harry took the packages. Today he just grabbed the card and read it before uncovering anything. Just a few seconds of quiet was all he wanted.
“On the fourth day after Christmas your true love gives to you, four eagle owls, 3 snowy owls, two mating Snidgets and a flaming red phoenix. (Sweetheart, these are getting harder to find, but for you I will). Love, Draco.”
That night he and Draco had a long talk about the gifts. While Harry loved Draco and enjoyed being spoiled with gifts, didn’t Draco think all the birds were just a little too much? They presently had twenty birds to deal with – housing, feeding, and here Harry stressed cleaning up after them. It was more than their house could handle. Harry went to sleep that night with assurances that Draco would take care of the bird situation.
Harry woke late the next morning. Draco had thoroughly wore him out the night before and let him sleep in when he left for work. Harry stretched and laid in the bed thinking. It was interrupted by the sounds of construction. Grabbing a robe, he wandered over to the window. Draco had taken care of the problem all right – he was having an avian house built out near the barn.
Harry let the idea sink in as his favorite house-elf popped in with his breakfast and a letter from his husband. Harry had finished reading as the doorbell rang. He dreaded answering it. This time Stanley held out a small box and the clipboard. Harry signed for the box and watched as two other men delivered more cages and birds. He had the men put them with the others in the newly appointed “Bird Room”, tipped the men and closed himself up in the library.
He opened the box first and stared at the contents. Sighing in confusion, he opened the rolled parchment and read:
“To my Dearest Harry,
Today is the fifth day after Christmas out of twelve. Today according to tradition, you would receive all the birds that you have plus five golden rings. You have the birds. The golden rings in the box aren’t quite traditional ones. You’ve never experienced them before. They are five golden cock rings, each one just a little different. I’ll teach you how to play with them tonight. Here is the verse for day five:
On the fifth day after Christmas, your true love gives to you, five golden cock rings, four eagle owls, 3 snowy owls, two mating Snidgets and a flaming red phoenix. Love, Draco.”
He was waiting for the blond when he walked through the door. Draco felt the impact from something just as he hit the floor. Harry was furious. “That, my darling, is just the feathers I’ve had to cleanup in the last five days. It’s a good thing those damn birds molt as fast as they do. You are going to need the feathers to make a mattress for you to sleep on. Draco, any more birds and you sleep with them in their new house.” Harry pointed to the avian house.
Draco could only reply “Darling, its tradition.” Harry humphed and slapped the little box in Draco’s hand. “You better have a damn good demonstration for these too.”
Draco grinned, grabbed his raven-haired beauty’s hand and raced for their bedroom. It was a long and satisfying night for both as Draco used the golden rings on both of them. When all five had been completely tested both men collapsed on their bed in near exhaustion. Draco had enough energy to roll and face Harry and smirk “Well?”
Harry faced his husband and ran a hand up from his hip to cup his face. “I think I like the rings, but please, the birds have to stop.”
Draco looked at his husband through drooping eyes. “Darling, it’s tradition, besides look at the good we are doing, especially with the snidget population.”
Harry’s retort was as fast as a snidget. “I don’t’ want our home turned into a damn breeding farm for birds. If I can’t have children, I don’t want to be reminded of it on a daily basis.”
Draco soothed Harry to sleep and remained awake thinking. He’d have to see Severus Snape tomorrow. A grin formed on his face as he thought of the meaning of this idea. They would have their own family. With a contented sigh, he pulled his husband on to his chest and slept.
The sixth day Draco woke early and went in search of his godfather. True to form the man was holed up on the dungeons of the school. When Draco explained what he wanted, the evil grin that spread over Severus’ face was enough to frighten even his own godson. “Hell” Draco thought “that grin could have scared the Dark Lord” Severus readied the potion, put it into vials and for the first time in ages, wished someone Happy Holidays and started whistling a tune as Draco hurried out the door.
Draco returned home with them secreted away in his robes. Harry greeted at the door. “Are you home for the day or just a quickie?”
Draco smirked and pulled his raven-haired lover to him for a long and exploring kiss. “I’m home for the day” he whispered against the soft lips. He broke the kiss and both men ran for the bedroom, stopping for a kiss on each landing. Clothes were falling off Harry at a fast pace but Draco kept his on. Finally reaching their rooms, Draco laid Harry on the bed and began tasting him like it was a new experience for him. Harry was soon writhing and mewling, begging for more when Draco stopped and sat up.
“Harry, love, you know its tradition for me to give you a gift. This is day 6 of 12. I heard you last night complaining about the birds. There isn’t a lot I can do about them, it’s tradition and the reason I had the avian house built for us. Those numbers are going to keep growing, but we can discuss that later. Today’s gift for you is something I know I want, and I think you want it too.” He stopped and took a deep breath.
“Harry, I want your children and children with you. It is possible with a potion. I went to Uncle Severus today and got half a dozen vials of the potion. We only need to use one at a time. Severus guarantees they will work. I’m willing to take one now and have you fuck me into the mattrewss. We’ll always remember the night our first was made.”
Harry sat up, looking at the blond. Had he heard right? Oh yes, he had and he was going to make sure they used all the vials over the next few years. Tonight, they would start with just two, just to make sure. “Draco, I love you. I want both of us to take one now or one today and the other take the other one tomorrow and then go at it like bunnies.”
Draco whooped for joy, pulled them from his robe and handed one to Harry, kept one for himself and put the others on the nightstand to be stored later. Their faces puckered up after drinking it, Severus couldn’t even make it taste good for them, Harry thought just a tad irritably.
They soon picked up where Draco had left off. Harry was quite willing and open for all the attention he was receiving and giving. It seemed like their drives were doubled tonight for some reason. Unknown to them, the sadistic potions master had also added an aphrodisiac into the mix. Little did Severus know, they didn’t need it. The husbands finally fell apart on the bed, both replete and exhausted. Draco pulled the slighter weight of Harry up to his chest. The former Gryffindor snuggled in and whispered “Hello Daddy.” The former Slytherin chuckled and returned with “Hello Mommy” with a kiss to the top of the ebony hair.
They had both drifted off to sleep when the doorbell woke them. Harry groaned and made them both get up, put on their house robes and go to the door. He grabbed a small bag of coins on his way to the door. He was getting used to the routine. He opened the door and Stanley just smirked at seeing the two of them. “How many today Stanley and thanks for putting them in the bird house.”
Stanley looked at him and grinned. “Only ten again today. I think it was supposed to be like 16. I wonder what was substituted. Oh, by the way, I have this box for you too. Thanks Mr. Potter-Malfoy. I’ll probably see you tomorrow.”
Harry handed him his bag of coins, took the box and waved goodbye and closed the door. He peeked in the box and lavisciously grinned at his husband. He grabbed Draco by the hand and dragged him to the nearest flat soft surface. He had 5 new golden rings to work with and the ideas to go with them. It soon went from the soft surface to any surface they could torment each other on, under or against. Harry didn’t bother reading the parchment.
They finally made it through the rest of the day and fell into an exhausted sleep, curled around each other.
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Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: 1/2
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: Dec 2005
Key words: Slash, M/M, language, m-preg Fluff,WAFF
Summary: Draco decides to follow tradition and for the twelve days after Christmas, gives Harry Presents that are nothing like the Muggle song The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Test reader:
Beta: Thanks to tivogirl for the beta work.
The Twelve Days After Christmas OR
How Draco Drove Harry to Distraction with Tradition
Days 1- 6
On Monday Harry opened the door to the home he shared with Draco. The delivery man looked at him. “Delivery for MR. H.J.P. Malfoy. Sign here.” Harry signed the parchment and took the container into the family room. Uncovering it caused a gasp. Inside the gilt cage was a beauty of a Phoenix.
Harry stared in awe at the bird. He hadn’t had the heart to replace his beloved Hedwig after she had companioned him for so many years. He opened the cage and coaxed the phoenix out. He saw the attached card and opened it. In Draco’s scrawl, he read:
“On the first day after Christmas, your true love gives to you, one flaming red Phoenix. Love, Draco.”
That night when Draco got home the loving was long and sweet, both men finding completion at least twice.
Tuesday morning saw Draco off to work and a tender Harry lazing around the house. The doorbell rang and he answered it to find the same delivery guy saying the same thing. Harry signed and took the package inside. Uncovering it he was surprised to find 3 birds – two o f them practically illegal to have and another phoenix. He picked up the card and read:
“On the second day after Christmas, your true love gives to you 2 Breeding Snidgets and a flaming red phoenix. Love Draco”
When Draco got home Harry greeted him with a kiss and managed to get out “Do you have the proper permits for the Snidgets?” Draco reassured him all was in order and another night of passionate exchanges were shared in thanks.
Harry lazed in the family room when Draco left for work. He began thinking of the best place for the four birds. He changed that number as he watched the Snidgets, they may be almost extinct and he could tell why. They weren’t hunted to death, they screwed themselves to death. Harry shook his head looking at them and thinking, ‘they’re worse than me and Draco’. He began to think of a room just for them and the broods they would provide when he was interrupted by the doorbell.
He opened the door again to find the same delivery guy. Being in a mood, he couldn’t help smirking and asking “What is your name? I think we are going to be seeing each other quite a lot around this door.”
The other man just looked at him. “My name is Stanley, sir.”
Harry flashed him that wining smile and took the parchment, signed for it and returned it and a few coins he had in his trouser pockets. Reaching out, he took the packages and said “Thanks Stanley, I’ll probably see you tomorrow.” Harry went back in the den and uncovered the packages. Today’s note read:
“On the third day after Christmas your true love gives to you three snowy owls, two mating Snidgets (do they do anything else?) and a flaming red Phoenix. Love Draco”
Harry just shook his head. The family room was fast becoming the bird room. Today’s delivery had 6 birds added to the ones already there and it was more than he wanted to think about. The sound of chirping alone, could get on your nerves. When the snidgets went at it, the phoenixes would start singing and now the snowy owls joined in. Harry left the family room in search of quiet.
The loving between spouses that night was short and fast. Harry was too tired from listening to the birds all day. He needed to escape into sleep while the birds did.
The fourth day dawned bright and cheery. Harry was dreading the doorbell today. Stanley had to make two trips to the delivery vehicle and they followed the same routine. Harry signed, handed Stanley the parchment and coins and Harry took the packages. Today he just grabbed the card and read it before uncovering anything. Just a few seconds of quiet was all he wanted.
“On the fourth day after Christmas your true love gives to you, four eagle owls, 3 snowy owls, two mating Snidgets and a flaming red phoenix. (Sweetheart, these are getting harder to find, but for you I will). Love, Draco.”
That night he and Draco had a long talk about the gifts. While Harry loved Draco and enjoyed being spoiled with gifts, didn’t Draco think all the birds were just a little too much? They presently had twenty birds to deal with – housing, feeding, and here Harry stressed cleaning up after them. It was more than their house could handle. Harry went to sleep that night with assurances that Draco would take care of the bird situation.
Harry woke late the next morning. Draco had thoroughly wore him out the night before and let him sleep in when he left for work. Harry stretched and laid in the bed thinking. It was interrupted by the sounds of construction. Grabbing a robe, he wandered over to the window. Draco had taken care of the problem all right – he was having an avian house built out near the barn.
Harry let the idea sink in as his favorite house-elf popped in with his breakfast and a letter from his husband. Harry had finished reading as the doorbell rang. He dreaded answering it. This time Stanley held out a small box and the clipboard. Harry signed for the box and watched as two other men delivered more cages and birds. He had the men put them with the others in the newly appointed “Bird Room”, tipped the men and closed himself up in the library.
He opened the box first and stared at the contents. Sighing in confusion, he opened the rolled parchment and read:
“To my Dearest Harry,
Today is the fifth day after Christmas out of twelve. Today according to tradition, you would receive all the birds that you have plus five golden rings. You have the birds. The golden rings in the box aren’t quite traditional ones. You’ve never experienced them before. They are five golden cock rings, each one just a little different. I’ll teach you how to play with them tonight. Here is the verse for day five:
On the fifth day after Christmas, your true love gives to you, five golden cock rings, four eagle owls, 3 snowy owls, two mating Snidgets and a flaming red phoenix. Love, Draco.”
He was waiting for the blond when he walked through the door. Draco felt the impact from something just as he hit the floor. Harry was furious. “That, my darling, is just the feathers I’ve had to cleanup in the last five days. It’s a good thing those damn birds molt as fast as they do. You are going to need the feathers to make a mattress for you to sleep on. Draco, any more birds and you sleep with them in their new house.” Harry pointed to the avian house.
Draco could only reply “Darling, its tradition.” Harry humphed and slapped the little box in Draco’s hand. “You better have a damn good demonstration for these too.”
Draco grinned, grabbed his raven-haired beauty’s hand and raced for their bedroom. It was a long and satisfying night for both as Draco used the golden rings on both of them. When all five had been completely tested both men collapsed on their bed in near exhaustion. Draco had enough energy to roll and face Harry and smirk “Well?”
Harry faced his husband and ran a hand up from his hip to cup his face. “I think I like the rings, but please, the birds have to stop.”
Draco looked at his husband through drooping eyes. “Darling, it’s tradition, besides look at the good we are doing, especially with the snidget population.”
Harry’s retort was as fast as a snidget. “I don’t’ want our home turned into a damn breeding farm for birds. If I can’t have children, I don’t want to be reminded of it on a daily basis.”
Draco soothed Harry to sleep and remained awake thinking. He’d have to see Severus Snape tomorrow. A grin formed on his face as he thought of the meaning of this idea. They would have their own family. With a contented sigh, he pulled his husband on to his chest and slept.
The sixth day Draco woke early and went in search of his godfather. True to form the man was holed up on the dungeons of the school. When Draco explained what he wanted, the evil grin that spread over Severus’ face was enough to frighten even his own godson. “Hell” Draco thought “that grin could have scared the Dark Lord” Severus readied the potion, put it into vials and for the first time in ages, wished someone Happy Holidays and started whistling a tune as Draco hurried out the door.
Draco returned home with them secreted away in his robes. Harry greeted at the door. “Are you home for the day or just a quickie?”
Draco smirked and pulled his raven-haired lover to him for a long and exploring kiss. “I’m home for the day” he whispered against the soft lips. He broke the kiss and both men ran for the bedroom, stopping for a kiss on each landing. Clothes were falling off Harry at a fast pace but Draco kept his on. Finally reaching their rooms, Draco laid Harry on the bed and began tasting him like it was a new experience for him. Harry was soon writhing and mewling, begging for more when Draco stopped and sat up.
“Harry, love, you know its tradition for me to give you a gift. This is day 6 of 12. I heard you last night complaining about the birds. There isn’t a lot I can do about them, it’s tradition and the reason I had the avian house built for us. Those numbers are going to keep growing, but we can discuss that later. Today’s gift for you is something I know I want, and I think you want it too.” He stopped and took a deep breath.
“Harry, I want your children and children with you. It is possible with a potion. I went to Uncle Severus today and got half a dozen vials of the potion. We only need to use one at a time. Severus guarantees they will work. I’m willing to take one now and have you fuck me into the mattrewss. We’ll always remember the night our first was made.”
Harry sat up, looking at the blond. Had he heard right? Oh yes, he had and he was going to make sure they used all the vials over the next few years. Tonight, they would start with just two, just to make sure. “Draco, I love you. I want both of us to take one now or one today and the other take the other one tomorrow and then go at it like bunnies.”
Draco whooped for joy, pulled them from his robe and handed one to Harry, kept one for himself and put the others on the nightstand to be stored later. Their faces puckered up after drinking it, Severus couldn’t even make it taste good for them, Harry thought just a tad irritably.
They soon picked up where Draco had left off. Harry was quite willing and open for all the attention he was receiving and giving. It seemed like their drives were doubled tonight for some reason. Unknown to them, the sadistic potions master had also added an aphrodisiac into the mix. Little did Severus know, they didn’t need it. The husbands finally fell apart on the bed, both replete and exhausted. Draco pulled the slighter weight of Harry up to his chest. The former Gryffindor snuggled in and whispered “Hello Daddy.” The former Slytherin chuckled and returned with “Hello Mommy” with a kiss to the top of the ebony hair.
They had both drifted off to sleep when the doorbell woke them. Harry groaned and made them both get up, put on their house robes and go to the door. He grabbed a small bag of coins on his way to the door. He was getting used to the routine. He opened the door and Stanley just smirked at seeing the two of them. “How many today Stanley and thanks for putting them in the bird house.”
Stanley looked at him and grinned. “Only ten again today. I think it was supposed to be like 16. I wonder what was substituted. Oh, by the way, I have this box for you too. Thanks Mr. Potter-Malfoy. I’ll probably see you tomorrow.”
Harry handed him his bag of coins, took the box and waved goodbye and closed the door. He peeked in the box and lavisciously grinned at his husband. He grabbed Draco by the hand and dragged him to the nearest flat soft surface. He had 5 new golden rings to work with and the ideas to go with them. It soon went from the soft surface to any surface they could torment each other on, under or against. Harry didn’t bother reading the parchment.
They finally made it through the rest of the day and fell into an exhausted sleep, curled around each other.
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