The Ultimate Christmas Gift

Challenge responses: Sugar Cum Fairies Challenge: A Slytherin Christmas; using the words: marzipan, frosty, solitary; using the quote: "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."; mention the song: Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt
Challenge From: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TopDraco_BottomHarry/
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Az
Word Count: 3972
Summary: Harry is invited to a Christmas party in the Slytherin common room. What happens when he gets there will change his life forever.
Warnings or spoilers: Male/male sexually relationship
Disclaimer: Nothing involving Harry Potter belongs to me but to a very rich person. So no suing!

General A/N: Okay, this is the first challenge I’ve ever entered and I’m a little nervous about it. Especially since I wrote it in two days on a spur of the moment thing with no planning while studying for finals at the same time. But I like and decided to post it here. Let me know what you think.

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The Ultimate Christmas Gift
By: Ravenx

Harry sat alone at the end of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, his bright green eyes looking around at the mostly empty room. The enchanted sky above him showed off a light fall of fluffy white snow and there were large green wreaths hanging on the open doors leading into the Hall. The teacher’s tables were trimmed in bright red and green ribbons with small ornaments hanging down and the light from hundreds of candles floating in the air reflecting off the different shaped objects.

The raven haired boy drummed his fingers silently on the table, his plate of ham, potatoes, and rolls, sat half eaten in front of him. Suddenly, a small shadow fell over him causing him to look up into the pug face of Pansy Parkinson.

“What do you want?”

“Such lovely manners, Potter.” The girl sneered before taking a seat opposite the boy.

“What do you want, Parkinson?”

“I’ve come to invite you to the Slytherin Christmas Party.”

“Are you serious?” Harry raised an eyebrow at the girl.

“Yes. We’re inviting only seventh years and there aren’t that many here. You’re the last one to be invited and I got the honored task of asking you.”

“How many from the other houses are going?”

“None actually. They all turned us down. I couldn’t imagine why.” Pansy chuckled softly. “So what do you say, Potter? Want to come to a killer party?”

“That’s the key word, isn’t it. ‘Killer.’” Harry glared over the table at the smirking girl.

“Don’t worry, Potter. We’re not going to do anything nasty to you during our Christmas holiday. You’ll leave the common room alive.” Pansy holds up her right hand. “I swear a Slytherin oath.”

“I don’t know. This could still be a trick.”

“Only one way to find out. Either come and have an awesome time at the party or sit alone in your own common room and mope. Your choice.” The dark blonde stood from her seat. “But if you do decide to come, the password is Marzipan.”

With that, the tall girl walked out of the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Harry Potter behind.

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Later that night Harry stood in front of the entranceway to the Slytherin common room, his hands picking at the hem of his burgundy sweater as he danced lightly from foot to foot. His bright green eyes looked up and down the dark corridor, his teeth biting into his bottom lip.

“I can’t do this. This is suicide.” Harry mumbles to himself. “I’m so stupid for even coming down here. This is the prefect chance for them to kill me. Why was I so stupid? Like I can just say the password and walk in there like every thing is all right, like they aren’t my enemies. And what’s with Slytherins having a password like marzipan, that’s just…oh crap.”

Harry’s eyes widen as the portrait in front of him swings open, releasing the sounds of jolly Christmas music into the hall. The raven haired boy stood there quietly looking around the large common room before him.

A large tree stood in the corner opposite the entrance, its large green needles hanging with ornaments, silver trimmings, and a large silver star sitting on top of it. All around the room were glittering lights hung from the walls; fake snow falling magically down from the tall ceiling and disappearing after landing for only a minute on what it lands on.

Only a handful of Slytherins fill the room, some sitting on the black leather sofas while others stand around talking loudly and laughing. Two couples, one a boy and a girl, the other two girls, dance in the middle of the room to the current song playing on a muggle radio in the far corner.

“Begging for a kiss, Potter?” Suddenly a tall boy with jet black hair stands in front of the wide-eyed Gryffindor.

“Wh…what are you talking about, Zabini?”

“You’re standing under the mistletoe.” The taller boy motions to the piece of greenery dangling above the other’s head in the entranceway.

“Oh, Merlin no!” Harry quickly jumps into the room, almost knocking into the boy in front of him, the portrait swinging shut behind him.

“Too bad. I would love to know what you taste like.” Blaise licked his lips before backing into the room, his hand grabbing the black haired boy by the sleeve and dragging him after him.

“Glad you decided to join us, Potter.” Pansy smiled from her seat on one of the leather sofas.

“Yeah, well, I think I’ll just go back to my common room now.” Harry pulled his arm away from Blaise, his body turning to go back out the way he came.

“You just got here, Potter. Come and sit. Have some booze before you run off to be alone.” The dark blonde girl held up a green plastic cup filled with liquid.

“How did you get booze into Hogwarts?” Harry asked as he turned around slowly.

“We have our ways. Come, sit by me.”

Sighing, the raven haired boy slowly sank into the seat beside Pansy on the black sofa, hands taking the glass from her grip. He brought it up to his nose for a sniff before taking a large gulp, his eyes shutting tightly as the liquid burned down his throat.

“Now it’s a party. We have the Golden Boy of Hogwarts here to celebrate with us.” Blaise calls out into the room, all the students cheering.

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.” A short boy with dark brown hair shouts from the corner of the room before falling backwards onto a large rug, his snores filling the room followed by loud laughter.

“Okay, Mark is down for the night.” Pansy chuckled as she took a swing of her own drink.

Harry laughs quietly to himself, his head shaking slightly as a weird buzzing fills his head for a moment before disappearing. Pansy smirks as she spied Slytherin’s own Sex God walking into the room from the dorms.

“Draco! Over here. Look who decided to join us after all.”

“Well, Potter. It’s about time you learnt how to party.” Draco moves across the room to get a cup of butterbeer, his dark gray eyes watching Harry carefully.

The raven haired boy takes another large gulp of his drink as he leans back on the sofa, starting to relax in the Snake Den. Blaise nods to Pansy behind the boy’s back, a smirk crossing his lips as he moves over to the radio on the other side of the room.

“Potter, give me your drink.” Pansy holds out her empty hand, taking the cup that Harry gives her without a thought. “Tell me I’m beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful, Pansy.” Harry smiles sloppily at the dirty blonde, his eyes half lidded.

“Good. He is ready people.”

Suddenly the dancing and laughing stops, the students not passed out in corners move to stand around the sofa. Draco moves to sit on the end next to Pansy, the radio goes silent as Blaise pushes a button, the CD player starting. The sounds of Eartha Kitt singing ‘Santa Baby’ fills the room, the black haired boy moves to stand with the others.

“Harry, stand up.” Pansy tells the boy next to her.

Harry stands up, swaying slightly on his feet before gaining his balance; his green eyes look down at the girl.

“Harry, I want you to do a strip tease for us. Give us a good show.”

Nodding, Harry’s hips start to swing to the seductive voice coming from the speakers hidden around the room. His tanned fingers reached for the hem of his sweater, slowly bringing it up to reveal his smooth, tan chest. His slight muscles developed from playing Quidditch, pull and stretch as the shirt moves over his head and was tossed somewhere behind him, his black hair messier than ever.

The Slytherins hoot and holler, their laughter mixing with the lyrics of the song but Harry never wavers from his dance. His fingers move down to unbutton his jeans as he walks across the floor to Draco, his hips moving back and forth as he turns around before sitting on the white-blonde’s lap.

Draco grunts softly, his hands almost reaching up to grab at the raven haired boy’s hips before he remembers where he was. Harry leaned over to pull off his shoes, leaving him in his dark red socks. The raven haired boy’s hips move back and forth on Draco’s lap as he leans back, his fingers unzipping his jeans.

“Go, Harry!” Blaise hoots from near the back of the group around them causing everyone to laugh louder.

Suddenly a bright flash fills the room for a moment as a short girl with a blonde braid takes a picture of Harry pulling his jeans down, his green boxers with small Frosty the snowmen on them causing more laughter from the crowd. The girl takes more pictures as Harry continues to move seductively on top of Draco, his head resting on the white-blonde’s shoulder for a moment before he stands back up, tripping slightly as his feet fumble out of his jeans.

“Keep going, Harry.” Pansy falls over on the sofa in giggles, her eyes never leaving Harry as he continues to dance around in front of the group.

Draco stands up quickly, moving swiftly up behind the girl with the camera. He snatches it out of her hand, glaring at her as she turns around to yell at the person only to stop when she sees who it is. She quickly runs off to hide behind the other Slytherins, ducking down behind a tall boy in the back.

The white-blonde walked over to Harry as the last lines of the song filled the room, grabbing the raven haired boy before his boxers come off he dragged him up a set of stairs in the corner of the room.

“Hey! Draco, where are you going?” Pansy calls after the two boys.

“I’ve had enough of this.” The white-blonde growls as he disappeared from their sight.

“What was that about?” The dirty blonde girl pouted as she sat up.

“I think our Draco has finally come to realize his feelings.” Blaise smiled as he sits next to the girl, handing her a fresh glass of butterbeer.

“But I was having fun. Couldn’t he have waited for a while longer?”

“Guess not. Plus he took the camera.”

“What? Why? You don’t think he changed his mind about showing them to the school, do you?”

“Oh, I think he did.”

“Draco just sucked all the fun out of this party.” Pansy sighs.

“Let’s forget about them for now.” Blaise winks over at the girl before pointing to the boy still snoring on the floor. “Let’s have some fun with Mark.”

“Oh, yeah!”

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“Solitary.” Draco whispers to his door before opening it, practically throwing Harry into the room.

“You have a password on your door?”

“I like my privacy.” The white-blonde tosses the camera over onto a large dark green chair, his eyes watching as the raven haired boy stumbles over to his large four-poster bed.

Harry’s green eyes look down at the black comforter on the bed, silk silver sheets peaking out from under it. Suddenly he finds strong, pale arms wrapped around his waist, his head leaning back onto a board shoulder.

“Look at me, Harry.”

The shorter boy turns around to look up into dark gray eyes, his hands moving up to wrap around Draco’s shoulders, a small smile on his lips.

“How do you feel about me, Harry?”

“I like you, Draco.”

“How much do you like me?”

“I love you.”

Draco takes a deep breath, his lips moving closer to Harry’s before his eyes slip closed. Their lips meet in a soft kiss, Draco’s arms wrapping around the smaller boy’s waist, his fingers playing with the band of Harry’s boxers. Slowly he pulls away from the boy, his dark grey eyes staring down into bright green.

“Wait right here.”

Draco moves over to his bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out a small vial of bright blue liquid. He walks back over to the unmoving boy with messy black hair, the tanned arms moving to wrap around his neck again.

“Drink this.” The white-blonde tips the vial to Harry’s soft pink lips, watching as all the liquid disappears.

“Wh…what happened?” Harry shakes his head, his arms falling down off of Draco’s shoulders. “Oh, Merlin, please tell me I didn’t do what I think I did.”

“If you’re thinking about doing a strip tease in front of all the Slytherins then yes, you did.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have come here. Stupid, stupid.” Harry grabs his hair, his eyes shutting before he slowly opens them, looking down at his practically nude body. “Oh, Merlin.”

“You don’t have to worry about anything getting out of here.”

“Like I’m going to believe you, Malfoy. I remember that girl taking pictures.” Harry hisses.

“With that camera over there.” The white-blonde points to the camera sitting on the chair near the door. “It’s the only one used. I’ll destroy the film later and you don’t have to worry about this getting out of the common room. I’ll make sure no one mentions it ever again.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t trust you, Malfoy.”

“You don’t trust me but you love me?”

“Its…what?” Harry wraps his arms around his bare chest, his green eyes staring at the boy in front of him.

“They slipped a drug into your drink, it makes you do whatever anyone says and you have to tell the truth when asked a question. You remember everything. You remember what I just asked you before giving you the antidote.”

“I don’t…you…you made me say that.”

“No. I only asked you how much you liked me. You said you love me.”

“So what are you going to do? Tell the whole school and have a big laugh with your insane snake friends?”

“No, I’m going to tell you that I love you, too.”

“I won’t…you what?”

“I love you, too.” Draco steps closer to Harry, closing the distance between them with a kiss to the shocked lips.

Harry stumbled back, the back of his knees hitting the large bed causing him to fall on top of it, his wide green eyes staring up at the boy standing over him.

“You’re…you’re serious?”

“Yes.” Draco nods as he slowly crawls onto the bed, his knees knocking Harry’s legs wide apart.

“Wh…what are you doing?”

“Getting more comfortable.”

Draco laid his body over top of Harry’s, his lips searching out the warmth of the other’s. One hand was used to hold his weight off the smaller boy while the other one runs up and down Harry’s bare side causing the boy to giggle slightly.

“No…stop…”

“Is someone ticklish?”

“No!”

“I think they are.” Draco chuckles as he continues to run his fingers lightly over the boy’s side, his lips moving down the tanned neck to suck at Harry’s collarbone.

Harry moans loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom, his tanned hands moving to working their way through Draco’s silky hair as the fingers stop their teasing. He yelps softly as teeth suddenly dig into this neck.

“What was that for?”

“Sorry.” Draco shrugs before pulling back slightly, lifting Harry further onto the bed before leaning down to continue his kisses.

The white-blonde’s lips trail down Harry’s neck and chest, his tongue peaking out to swirl around hardened dusty brown nipples. The raven haired boy arches off the bed, his erection grinding against Draco’s through their clothes.

“Mal…Draco…please…”

“Please what?”

“I…I want…I want…”

“What do you want, Harry?” Draco lifts his eyes to look at the panting boy above him, his lips remain moving across the smooth skin below him.

“I want…I want you…please.”

Harry’s fingers pull at the other boy’s black sweater, his sock clad heels digging into the mattress under him as one of his nipples is taken into a warm cavern and bitten lightly. Draco chuckles softly to himself before pulling completely away from Harry and standing on the side of the bed between the other boy’s spread legs.

“Wha…what are you doing?”

“Giving you all of me.”

Draco’s dark gray eyes remain glued to Harry’s bright green ones as he slowly removed his black sweater, his pale skin glowing in the light from candles on the bedside table. The shirt is quickly disregarded across the room, long, thin fingers working on unfastening the boys black slacks.

Harry watches as the pants fall from slim hips, revealing a long, hard arousal surrounded by soft white-blonde curls. The raven haired boy quickly looks away; gasping as a warm body suddenly covers his own, lips returning to his neck.

“Oh…this…we…can’t…”

“Why not?” Draco mumbles against Harry’s sweet skin.

“We…boys…you…enemy…”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to talk in full sentences again?” Draco chuckles.

“Shut up.”

“What does it matter that we’re both boys?” The white-blonde pulled back to look down into bright green. “I love you and you love me. Who cares about our past? I know I’ve wanted you since the end of last year. I’ve dreamt about you every night this summer. I’ve dreamt of having you in every way. I just never thought you would want me too…you do still want me, don’t you?”

“Yes! I mean…yes.” Harry blushes at his near shout of an answer, his head turning to the side.

“So I take it you’re a virgin?”

Harry only nods in answer, his blush darkening before he feels soft lips kissing his cheek.

“Look at me, Harry.” Draco waits for the boy to look at him before continuing. “You are so beautiful when you blush. I’m going to be extra careful. It will hurt at first but I promise it will get better soon. Do you trust me?”

“Oddly enough…yes.”

“Good.”

The boys lean into each other, their lips merging into a passion filled kiss as Draco’s hands work on lowering Harry’s boxers. Soon the article of clothing is on the floor, their nude bodies rubbing against each other, the candle light reflecting off their sweating forms.

Reaching over to his bedside table, Draco removes another small vial, this one filled with a dark red substance. The action catches Harry’s eye causing the boy to move away from Draco’s lips.

“What is that?”

“Something that will make this go a lot easier.”

Draco uncaps the vial, pouring the liquid over three fingers of one hand before capping it and tossing to the side. His lips searched out Harry’s again, his slickened hand moving down the tanned body to rest between widely spread legs.

“Just relax.”

A long digit circles around the tight rings of muscle at the raven haired boy’s innocent entrance before slowly slipping inside. Harry arches off the bed, his eyes squeezing tightly shut, his muscles clamping down on the intruder.

“Shh, relax, Harry. It will be okay, I promise. Just breathe.” Draco trails wet kisses down Harry’s jaw.

After a moment the black haired boy relaxes slightly allowing the obtrusive digit to move further inside of him. Draco mumbles sweet nothings to the boy as his finger moves back and forth slowly, another finger sliding into the tight heat minutes later. Once again Harry’s muscles clamp down until the white-blonde crooks his impaling appendages and hits a soft mound of nerves deep inside the raven haired boy causing him to scream loudly into the room.

“Found it.” Draco chuckles.

“Oh! What…what was that?”

“That was heaven, my Harry.”

“Do it again.”

Draco nudges his fingers against Harry’s sweet spot once again, the other boy’s legs moving to wrap around his waist, soft pink lips searching out his own. Gradually a third finger is added, the digits moving in and out slowly, curving every once in a while so Harry’s screams bounce off the walls.

“Draco…please…more…”

“This will hurt again at first. Just remember how good it will feel if you relax, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry nods quickly, wincing slightly as the fingers are removed.

Suddenly something larger pushes against his entrance, the smaller boy scoots back on the bed the best he can, his fingers digging into Draco’s shoulders.

“Harry, I’m not chasing you all over this bed. Stay still. You know this will feel good in a minute.”

“Sor…sorry.”

Draco slowly pushes his hard erection into the shivering boy’s body, Harry’s eyes close and his fingernails leave angry red marks on his pale skin. Ignoring the pain starting to course through his shoulders, the white-blonde pushes his hips forward until he is completely sheathed within his new lover, his forehead falling to rest on Harry’s shoulder as he wills himself to not move and give Harry a chance to adjust to the new feeling.

The raven haired boy breathes deeply, the pain gradually melting away and he finally opens his eyes, his hands releasing their death grip on the other boy’s shoulders.

“Dra…Draco…please…move.” Harry bucks his hips up gently, gasping at the sensation.

Draco moans against his shoulder before lifting himself up, his hands moving to either side of Harry’s head as he plants his knees firmly on the bed, his hips moving back and forth gently. Harry bites his bottom lip, his hands running through Draco’s silky hair as his legs wrapped tightly around the white-blonde’s slim yet strong waist.

“Oh! Draco! Fas…faster…please…” Harry mumbles against the other’s lips, his hips starting to buck up at every downward thrust.

Draco’s hips begin moving at a quicker pace, his hair falling down the sides of his face, his sweat slicked body sliding against Harry’s. The smaller boy’s erection trapped between the two, bright green eyes stare up into dark grey.

The world around them seemed to disappear, the only thing in their lives were each other. The candles cast shadows on the walls opposite them, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoes throughout the room along with pants and moans.

“Dra…Draco…so close…please…almost…right there…”

Harry throws his head back as he released his seed onto their stomachs, his inner walls clamping down on the moving member inside of him causing Draco to groan out his name before spilling his essence deep inside of him.

The white-blonde’s hips move back and forth a few more times before he collapses on top of the smaller boy, their chest rising and falling rapidly, their lips blindly seeking out each other.

“Mmm…Draco?”

“Yeah.”

“Get off, you’re heavy.”

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“I wonder how Harry’s Christmas was.” Ron wonders aloud as he walks up to the castle with the rest of the students returning from their holidays.

“Poor thing was probably bored out of his mind. I wish he would have come home with one of us like we asked.” Hermione sighs.

“You know him, Herm. He just…”

“Wow! Look at that!”

Ron looks over at the Irishmen who interrupted him before following the boy’s finger, his eyes widen as he sees his best friend sitting on his school nemesis’ lap in the snow laughing. The two boys are covered lightly in the frosty snow, their arms wrapped around each other unaware of the hundreds of eyes now watching them. Slowly the two lean into each other and share a long, fiery kiss.

“Wha…wha…”

“Oh, Ronald, shut your mouth you’ll catch flies.” Hermione rolls her eyes as she smiles at the two boys in the snow.

“But…but…”

“Yes, yes. Who cares? It was bound to happen eventually.”

“I…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Hermione starts pulling the red head behind her through the still gawking crowd toward the school entrance. “Looks like Harry got the ultimate Christmas gift this year.”

“What do you mean?” Ron asks, his eyes never leaving the couple that were still kissing in the snow.

“He found the love that he deserves.”

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