No lonesome Christmas

A/N: First thank you sooo much for the reviews for "The sun rises" <3
This story is not exactly a sequel, I changed this one I guess for the 5th time so that it fits as a sequel lol
Oh and the sentences, which starts with a '>' are entries from "the sun rises"



~ No lonesome Christmas ~


It was cold. It was dark. He was alone.


The driveway was lit up brightly and the whole house shimmered in warm light. Scents of apples and cinnamon wafted through every room.
Silence lay over the manor. No birds were twittering, nor could you hear the wind sighing. There was nothing else than pure white silence.
The inside of the house was also quiet and cold. The only sound was made by the cracks of the log of woods in the fireplace. The fire created a warm and cosy atmosphere in the living room. On the ground facing the fire sat a boy. He was holding a letter and his hands were trembling while he read it through.


Silent tears were trickling down his face when he tore the letter in pieces and threw them into the warmth. One by one, the fire ate them all.


He held the last piece in his hands. He had read these last lines over a dozen times. But they didn’t change: Have a nice Christmas and don’t worry the presents will be there as usual. Your mother.


Not even a lovely ending, only “your mother” how typical for this family. He stared into the flames for a long time, till every bit of paper was gone and ash was all the fire left behind.


The boy stood up and walked across the room. His steps sounded hollow on the marble floor. He stopped in front of a large mirror that showed his whole reflection.


He was pale, his skin almost white like the snow outside. His eyes were as grey as the marble floor beneath him, cold and rough. For a moment, he closed them and leant his head against the cool surface of the mirror.


When he opened his eyes, again he straightened himself, wiped the tears away and turned around. He left the house, without looking back or leaving a note.


~==~


It was odd for him to stay on a Muggle street. Of course, he was once in such a place before. Sometimes he had the privilege to accompany his father to a secret mission.


Indeed, he knew some of these non-magic humans, but he was not very keen on getting to know them. He was forced to stay with these half-bloods.


He shook his head. He shouldn’t of come here if the only reason was to make sure that there was someone else, someone who was having worse Christmas than his. His behaviour was so foolish and uncommon for him. What would his father say?


But what else could he do in his position? Sit alone in the mansion of his father surrounded only by servants and house-elves? No, that was not exactly what he wanted for Christmas.


He scraped his foot through the snow, making little circles.


Damn, he couldn’t call The Knight Bus again. That would be even more depressing.


He felt like someone was watching him. He glanced around nervously, but he was alone and every Muggle was inside their brightly decorated houses. The Christmas trees were shining through the windows. It looked so peaceful and loving everywhere. He sighed and looked down.


What in Merlin’s sake was he doing here?


“Hey Malfoy, Merry Christmas.”


Draco froze. Oh no, please let this be a mirage and not him, not now, please! I’ve gone crazy because of the coldness!
He closed his eyes and counted to ten. One, two…


“Are you okay? You look a bit paler than normal.” Six, seven…


“Malfoy?”


… nine, ten.


“Fine, Potter, everything is fine. Okay?”


“Fine.” Harry paused. “Nevertheless you look a mess, Malfoy. Really! Since when have your clothes been soaked like that?” Harry observed him from head to toe. “You look like a wet rat.”


Draco shot him an angry look. “Don’t compare me with such a disgusting animal!”


“I’m sorry. I forgot that you are gorgeous,” Harry shot back sarcastically.


“Indeed, I am.”


“Doesn’t explain, why you’re here though.”


“Potter, that’s nothing to you!”


Harry took a step closer to Draco.
“You’ve read the entry, you know what I feel.” He made another step in Draco’s direction.


“Besides, you are in front of the house where I’m forced to live, and it’s Christmas. You’re trembling like hell, so of course it concerns me!”


“It doesn’t have to.”


“Too late.” With this, he turned around and began to walk.


“No, …”


“Stop arguing and come in.”


>You take me on in countless fights without cause.


Harry walked toward the house in front of where Draco Malfoy was standing. Reaching the door, he looked back. “What are you waiting for? Should I carry you inside?”


Draco stunned, didn’t know what to do. Without thinking, his legs made their way towards the house. He followed Harry upstairs lost for words.


When Draco entered Harry’s room, they stared at each other for a few moments.


“Take your clothes off.” Harry commanded out of the blue.


A totally perplexed Draco Malfoy gaped at him.
“WHAT?”


Harry grinned by the shocked expression on Draco’s face.
“You’ll get a cold if you stay in those wet things. By the way you’re leaving puddles on the floor.”


Draco glared down, still confused.
“I don’t have any clothes with me.” He responded softly.


“I thought so. Hurry up.”


The blonde looked up, offended.
“But don’t you listen, Potter? I don’t have any dry clothes with me!”


Harry shook his head incredulously.
“So, you’ll just have to stay naked then.”


“WHAT?! You don’t really expect me, a Malfoy to stay…”


“Honestly, Malfoy,” Harry interrupted him bluntly. “You’re an especially slow-thinker today.” He rummaged through his wardrobe and took some garments out. “Here, take these. The bathroom is over there. Leave your wet stuff, I’ll put it in the dryer later.”


With this, he gave a slightly displeased Draco the clothes and left the room.


~==~


Almost an hour later Draco came back.


“I thought you would never come out,” Harry said as he gave Draco a warm cup of tea.


“Good things need time,” was all he said, while he was taking a sip of the warm pepper mince tea.


His hair, still wet, was combed back and laid smoothly on his head but some blonde strands loosened and were now falling over his eyes. The strands disturbed Draco and he tried effortlessly to flatten his hair.


“You could have used the hair-dryer.”


“The what?”


“The hair-dryer. It’s a gadget which dries your hair exactly as the name said.”


“Hmmpf. Muggle-made objects are not meant for pure-blood wizards.” Draco sat down on the bed and observed his surroundings. “This is your whole room?”
Harry simply nodded.


“It’s tiny. Not really what I’d expected of Harry Potter.”


Harry shrugged. “It’s a room at least. Tell me, why are you here?”


“Because you invited me,” said Draco and took another sip of the tea.


The raven-haired boy rolled his eyes. “Why were you standing in the middle of Private Drive? Especially today?”


“Because this was the place where I got off of The Knight Bus.” Harry crossed the room and stopped in front of Draco who put the tea away immediately.


“I know this already. I saw the bus arrive! What I mean is…” he leaned forward and put his hands on each side of Draco. “… why did you come to me?”


Harry and Draco’s faces were only a few inches apart.


>You are the longing inside me.
>You are my dearest wish.


Draco swallowed hard and tried to show his long trained supercilious smile. “Please, Potter, don’t be a fool. Why should I come to you of all people?”


“That’s what I’m trying to find out! You were avoiding me for nearly two months. Since that day in the library.” Harry rose himself up again and went over to Hedwig. Stroking her snow white feathers while speaking.


“You’re not yet a Death Eater. Your father is still in Azkaban, so you’re not here on behalf of Voldemort.” He turned around and looked straight at Draco. His green eyes were glowing in the light. “You’re outside the place I live, in the middle of the night, thoroughly wet, shaking, lonely and sad. What’s the reason for that?”


Draco observed the floor really hard. He gulped but didn’t say anything.
He wasn’t sure how to answer.


Why am I here? To get proof that someone could have a worse Christmas than I have, or is it because I don’t want to be alone at Christmas? I knew he would stay this year, without his friends, away from Hogwarts.
Damn I can’t forget what he had written in his diary: ‘I have embraced you every silent, lonely minute in my daydreams and my night dreams alike.‘ He is as lonely as I am.
Come on Draco, you’re a Malfoy. Think of a good answer.


Harry stopped staring at Draco. He closed the distance between them and sat down next to Draco. “You don’t have to answer, I already know.”


Draco looked up. “What? How so?”


“Does it matter?” Harry’s lips were brushing against Draco’s.


What the hell is he doing?


Draco’s eyes widened when Harry’s lips met his in a sweet kiss.


That’s not good Draco. What would father say? Kissing the enemy is not the best way to be a good, compliant son.


A hand ran through blonde hair and Harry deepened the kiss. He nibbled softly on Draco’s lower lip and with a moan the blonde opened his mouth.


He would probably never get to know. Today is Christmas and this will be a present for me!


He welcomed Harry’s tongue when it slipped inside. Draco Malfoy stopped thinking and start kissing back.


That was all Harry needed to get encouraged. He gave Draco breath taking kisses.


With slow and gentle motions Harry opened the shirt Draco was wearing and caressed the soft silken-like skin. Draco’s eyes were closed and his breath came rapidly as Harry’s thumb rubbed tenderly over his already hard nipples. When he squeezed them softly, a moan escaped Draco’s lips.


Draco’s hands held on to the blanket when Harry’s lips started trailing over his chest down to his belly.


Harry sent little fire-sparks through Draco’s body with his tongue circling around his bellybutton and his hand stroking over the bulge in Draco’s trousers.


His lips went up again, till they reached the blonde’s open ones. Draco kissed him back furiously.


Harry panted heavily through the kisses and said with a hoarse voice, “I’ve waited so long for this.”


>I have kissed you – in my dreams.
>I have tasted you – in my dreams.
>I have loved you – in my dreams.


Draco’s trousers were opened without a warning and his erection was freed. Harry’s eyes were gleaming when he heard a loud groan under him.


The black-haired boy smiled mischievously when he grabbed the other boy’s shaft. Draco bit his lip forcing himself not to scream.


A finger gazed over his lips. “I want to hear you, Draco.”


The blonde shook his head wildly. “The others,” was all he managed to say when Harry stroke along his length.


“They wont bother us.” He gave Draco a hard stroke. Draco moaned.


“They pretend I’m not here.”


Harry gave him a short squeeze around the top. Draco moaned even louder.


“So don’t try to hold anything back.” He gave him another hard stroke. Draco could feel the tension rise.


“Be yourself.”


Harry’s lips crushed down on Draco’s. He wanted this stubborn arrogant blonde so hard that their kisses let him almost come, but he had to remain calm. This was only for Draco’s pleasure. He would get what he wanted later. The holidays were long.

At once Harry’s lips were wandering down to Draco’s throbbing erection.


Draco gasped as Harry’s tongue trailed down his length. One hand shut around the top of his erection, squeezing it tight. Teeth were nibbling carefully on the underside working back to the top again.


The hand vanished and was replaced by a warm mouth.


Draco was nearing his relief. He groaned louder and his breath came quicker. Harry’s mouth was now sucking the top.


When he felt Draco’s body tense, one of his hands returned to the shaft stroking it fast. The other hand took hold of Draco’s tight balls.


At that moment a thousand stars exploded behind Draco’s eyes. His hips bucked against Harry’s mouth, who caught every bit Draco released.


A deep, loud groan escaped Draco’s mouth.


The blonde shivered while Harry licked his shaft clean. His eyes shut, his breath still shaken, and his skin covered by a thin shimmer of sweat.


Draco let go of the blanket and reached for Harry. He sighed and pulled him up, “That was incredible.” Harry smiled lazily and started kissing the other.


That was only the beginning, my dragon.


Draco purred slightly while Harry put sweet little kisses on his lips, eyes, and down his throat.


The Blonde whispered softly, “Your lips are poisoned.”


“Why do you say so?” Harry said between his kisses.


“Because I can’t remember who I am and to whom I belong.”


“You are mine and you belong to me.”


“Mhhh”. All Draco could feel were Harry’s lips on his sensitive skin. “If you say so, I’ll be yours.”


-fin-