TITLE
What Do They Say About Mistletoe, Harry?

RATING
Very NC-17

WARNINGS
PWP, Sexual Content, Rimming, Adult Language, Sexual Innuendo

DISCLAIMER
I own nothing. JKR owns everything.

“Liquor,” Draco said the minute they arrived at Ron and Hermione’s place.

“Draco, don’t be rude!” Harry scolded his boyfriend and grabbed Draco’s arm as he stalked past him towards the refreshment table.

“I agreed to come to this… gathering and enjoy myself. To enjoy myself in a house that looks like a Christmas tree projectile vomited everywhere would involve a rapid intake of alcohol on my part, and preferably in large quantities,” Draco drawled. “If I don’t have an intoxicating substance in my hand in less than a minute, I’m leaving.”

Harry sighed in irritation as he watched Draco walk confidently to where the drinks were being handed out and ask for a large, double vodka and orange juice then gulp half of it down in one shot. Harry wondered briefly how Draco still managed to look dignified sculling from a large glass of alcohol. If it were anyone else, they would look like a peasant.

“Harry! You made it!” Hermione cried as she came up behind Harry and engulfed him in a hug. “Don’t tell me Draco is sulking and didn’t come? He’s been threatening that all week.”

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “He came – grudgingly – and is now under the delusion that I owe him a rather large sexual favour.” He indicated over to where Draco was moving onto his second drink.

Hermione squeaked in surprise. “You do realise my parents are here along with Molly and Arthur, don’t you? How could you let him wear that to a family Christmas party?!”

Harry’s eyes roved up and down Draco’s body appreciatively. Draco was dressed in tight, shiny, black leather pants, and a skin-tight black, sheer singlet with a silver, see-through net waist coat. Not only was his toned body rather visible through the layers, but you could clearly see his beautiful nipples and pierced belly button.

Harry exhaled sharply through his mouth and cleared his throat. “You didn’t specify a dress code,” he pointed out, eyes never leaving his boyfriend.

Hermione smacked her lips. “It’s a Christmas party, Harry! Something Christmassy would have been the assumed attire! He looks like he should be on a stage somewhere sliding up and down a pole or something!” she scolded disapprovingly. “You know I have nothing against your lifestyle normally, but our families are here. How do I explain him to Mum and Dad?”

“Your Mum and Dad know – and love – Draco and have never disapproved of him before,” Harry argued.

“Every time they’ve interacted with him he’s been in his work clothes! A suit is a little bit more impressive than something that looks like it’s been Owl-Ordered from Boys and their Brooms!” Hermione snapped and crossed her arms defiantly.

“Why Hermione,” Harry purred with a smirk. “How do you know about gay wizard magazines?”

“You two have enough of them lying around in your bathroom on a regular basis.” Hermione glanced at Draco and then scanned the room, looking to see if her parents were about to spot Harry’s other half. “Can’t you tell him to go home and change? He must be the only one not wearing anything red or green!”

“Yet, on the issue of Christmas decorations, I’d rather have him dangling from my tree any day,” Harry retorted.

“Fine,” Hermione huffed. “But you to better keep your tree dangling until you’re back in the privacy of your own home!” She scowled fiercely at him before kissing his cheek and wishing him a Merry Christmas.

Harry grinned in amusement while he watched Hermione hurry off to corner her parents and turn them away from where they were approaching Draco.

“If your boyfriend wasn’t screaming gay, I’d be up for a suck on those nipples,” a voice murmured into Harry’s ear. Harry spun around and found Ginny Weasley standing there grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Are you perving on my boyfriend, Miss Weasley?” Harry laughed and gave her a hug. “Merry Christmas, love.”

“Half the guests at this arse of a party are perving on him, gorgeous,” Ginny replied and took a sip of her wine. “Well, the half under fifty years of age, anyway.”

Harry’s eyes flicked around the room possessively and found that there were quite a few sets of eyes on Draco. “The bastards,” he muttered.

“He’s quite something to look at,” Ginny said. “Not that you aren’t, too, but it’s the little issue of the pierced belly button that leaves just enough to one’s imagination.”

“His belly button isn’t the only thing he has pierced,” Harry said wickedly and Ginny choked on her wine.

“The minute we are alone, Harry, I will demand details,” Ginny warned and Harry just gave her a smug look. “As for the attire, I think he looks smashing.”

“Hermione had a hissy fit. Wanted me to get Draco to go home and change,” Harry complained. “Pfft, like that would happen.”

“Yes, well, she is shagging my brother. It’s obvious her taste is in her arse,” Ginny replied and held out her glass to a waiter to refill as he passed.

Harry burst out laughing. “Ron isn’t that bad. He’s not bad looking, actually,” he commented. “Not my taste, though. Don’t tell him I said that, by the way. He’ll go all funny thinking I’m perving on him and then get offended that I don’t fancy him.”

“I never said my dear brother’s looks were bad. It’s his personality that is severely lacking,” Ginny intoned. “I do believe your boyfriend is getting thoroughly inebriated over there.” Ginny waved her hand over to where Draco was leaning up against the wall scowling at whoever walked by, with a drink in each hand.

“Ah shit. That’s his sulking face,” Harry said knowingly. “I better go see if he’s ok. He hates these sorts of things. Feels out of place.”

“He should join the club then. I love them all to bits, but Hermione goes overboard with the happy family business when ninety percent of us don’t want to be here,” Ginny said with a sigh. “Look at Fred and George over there. They are already planning their escape in the Floo.” Harry looked over to where Fred and George were glancing furtively around the room, seeking out their parents warily.

Harry just smiled. “Draco’s probably planning a similar such disappearing act.” He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “See you on Christmas Day.”

“Make sure you think of us poor, single bastards when your blond sex god is fucking your brains out tonight,” was Ginny’s parting comment before she flitted off into the crowd.

* * * * *

“Party, my arse,” Draco murmured to himself and then burped loudly, earning a glare from a middle aged woman standing nearby. Draco just sneered at her and took another swig of his drink. “I’d have more fun discussing enemas with the local knitting group.” His stormy grey eyes scanned the people in the room and he zeroed-in hungrily on Harry’s bum.

Harry was talking animatedly to one of the eldest Weasley sons and Draco didn’t like how close the red-headed bastard was leaning in towards Harry. He started to make his way to Harry, but stumbled, realising he was slightly more pissed than he had planned to get. Moving onto straight vodkas probably was a bit much. It wouldn’t do to fall flat on one’s face. Malfoys don’t get legless. Draco dug around in his pocket and withdrew a small vial of the Severus Snape Specialty – a Sobering Potion – and downed it. He leant heavily against the wall while the potion took rapid effect and sobered him up. Draco shook his head to clear it and when he opened his eyes, he felt a bit more in control of the situation. Now he may just be able to restrain himself from decking Weasley Child four hundred and seventy four… or however many they had.

Draco approached Harry and slipped a bare arm in between Harry and the Weasley, placing a possessive hand on Harry’s chest. “You don’t mind if I have a small, private word with my lover, do you?” Draco asked Weasley without even sparing him a look. His eyes connected with Harry’s and the small, sharp exhalation from Harry’s parted lips told Draco that Harry knew that a small talk was the least of Draco’s intentions.

“Not at all, Malfoy,” the Weasley, who turned out to be Charlie, said. “Merry Christmas.”

“Mmm…” Draco murmured and licked his lips suggestively, cocking his eyebrow at Harry. “I have an… itch… I need you to help me scratch,” he purred into Harry’s ear once they were alone again.

“Not here, Draco!” Harry hissed. “There is nowhere –”

“You’re wrong, lover boy,” Draco whispered. The fact that Harry heard him over the music was enough to indicate the party was redundant.

“Dra –” but Harry was once again cut off when Draco kissed him desperately. Draco pulled back panting. He ghosted his lips over Harry’s cheek and then his ear. “There’s plenty more where that came from. Let me eat you, Harry. Let me stick my tongue in your arse and taste what it so uniquely you… let me suck you off in your best friends’ bathroom. Let me bury my dick in your beautiful arse with nothing but a thin wall separating us and your loved ones. Go on, gorgeous, you know you want me to…”

Harry’s knees buckled, but Draco caught him, slipping a hand under Harry’s blood-red silk shirt in the process. Draco’s touch to his bare skin was like electricity and Harry had to use all his willpower not to sink into a pool of mush into his boyfriend’s arms and allow Draco to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

“Dance with me first?” Harry requested hoarsely, trying to buy himself some time. He wanted nothing more than to let Draco fuck him wherever and however he wanted, but this was Ron and Hermione’s Christmas party. A quick blow job in the bathroom won’t hurt, Harry’s inner devil told him. “NO!” he said out loud and Draco gave him a curious look.

“Alright, one dance and then you’re mine,” Draco bargained.

“I’m always yours, sexy,” Harry replied with a smirk.

* * * * *

Harry was slow dancing with Draco, pressed as close to his boyfriend as possible while Draco kneaded Harry’s arse with his elegant fingers. Harry claimed Draco’s lips in a lingering kiss that left Draco slightly breathless when the kiss tapered off.

“I’m glad you didn’t get too pissed, baby,” Harry purred in Draco’s ear. “I have plans for you tonight.” Harry slipped a hand up Draco’s shirt and then under his tight singlet to tweak Draco’s nipple.

Draco’s mouth dropped open and he licked his lips. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured.

“We can’t, love,” Harry said regretfully. “I promised we’d stay til the end.”

“I’ll fake an illness. You’re giving me a boner. It’s simply impossible to remain here unless you want to blow me in the middle of this poor excuse for a dance floor,” Draco insisted, his breath coming in small bursts as Harry’s hand wandered lower and caressed the line of fine hair trailing from Draco’s belly button down into his pants.

“You can’t do that!” Harry whispered.

Draco smirked and Harry bit his lip at the gleam in Draco’s slivery eyes. “Watch me,” Draco said huskily. Seconds later, Draco was in a limp heap in Harry’s arms and Harry stumbled back at the sudden dead weight against him.

“Fuck, Draco!” Harry cried, louder than he planned and caught the attention of nearby party guests. To everyone, it would appear Draco had just passed out heavily into Harry’s arms. Harry, wisely, knew otherwise and felt a stab of irritation at Draco’s lack of consideration for Ron and Hermione mixed with hot anticipation of what was to come once Draco got him back to their apartment... if Draco waited long enough to get there.

“Harry, is he alright?!” Ginny asked frantically as she rushed over to them with Ron and Hermione in toe.

“Uhhhmm… he was, uh, complaining of, um, feeling really sick before he just passed out,” Harry said hesitantly, deciding to go along with the act now that Draco’s dramatics had already gained the attention of everyone in the room.

“It happened awfully suddenly,” Hermione commented suspiciously as she bent over where Harry had lowered Draco to the floor. Harry glanced guilty up at her, knowing she suspected what was going on.

“He hasn’t been feeling well all night,” Harry insisted, trying again to sound convincing. Draco was the creative, dramatic one in their relationship. Harry always was a terrible liar.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing,” Ginny piped up and shot Harry a wink behind Hermione’s back.

Draco suddenly groaned and his eyes fluttered. Harry looked up sheepishly at Ron, who mistook the gaze for worry and patted Harry on the shoulder. Harry started fanning Draco’s face. “Harry?” Draco croaked.

“Are you alright, love?” Harry asked and helped Draco sit up. He could hear murmurs of ‘is he awake?’, ‘what happened?’, ‘was it too much to drink?’, and ‘it was rather sudden’ swirling around him.

“Oh, I’ll be fine,” Draco said weakly and very convincingly. “I just need some fresh air.”

“Maybe you should go home, Draco?” Ginny said, her voice dripping with false concern.

“No, I wouldn’t dream of ruining Ron and Hermione’s party,” Draco said and leaned theatrically against Harry, putting a shaky hand up to his forehead. Harry saw Hermione’s eyes narrowing further. Draco pulled himself up off the floor, swaying unsteadily and clutching his stomach. “I think I’m going to be sick!” he cried frantically and rapidly exited the room with his hand over his mouth.

The crowd melted back into their conversations that had been interrupted and couples started dancing again.

Hermione immediately turned on Harry and poked him in the chest. “Your boyfriend is a bastard!” she snapped. “That was ridiculous! If you didn’t want to come, you just had to say!”

“Hermione, Draco’s sick! Why are you abusing Harry?” Ron demanded.

“Oh please,” Hermione scoffed. “He isn’t sick, he’s just a top notch actor!”

“Looked pretty convincing to me,” Ginny piped up. “You should go check he’s ok, Harry, and then think about getting him home.”

Hermione cocked her eyebrow. “I’ll come with you. He is our guest, after all. Wouldn’t want him passing out again in the bathroom,” she said smugly.

Harry shook his head and then stalked out of the room. Draco had put him in one royally irritating position of having to lie to his best friends. But then, on the other hand, the party was rather a flop and Draco had just given them an escape route. Ah, fuck it, Harry thought. We’re outta here!

When they got to the bathroom, Harry knocked on the door. “Draco? It’s Harry. Can I come in, love?” He pulled his wand out and unlocked the door. They were met with the sight of Draco knelt in front of the toilet looking very much the picture of an ill person who was throwing his guts up. Harry got a shiver up his spine when he suddenly realised Draco may not be acting. Even Hermione blanched when she saw him. Harry went to the sink and wet a face cloth then held it to Draco’s forehead. “Are you ok, darling?” he asked.

“I just need a few minutes here,” Draco mumbled amidst a round of dry heaving.

“I’m taking you home,” Harry said.

“I…” Hermione started and then snapped her mouth shut.

“I’ll be alright. Just give me a minute,” Draco said and took a few deeps breaths.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Hermione said softly. “I thought he was faking. I’ll give you some privacy. Just come get me if you need anything.” Then she left, closing the door behind her.

Harry watched her leave and then looked back down at Draco. “Dra –” he was suddenly cut off as Draco pounced on him and slammed him roughly up against the shower screen. Next thing Harry knew, he had a mouthful off his boyfriend’s tongue and Harry realised Draco had somehow managed a quick breath freshening charm unnoticed.

Harry pushed him away. “I thought you were really sick!” he hissed.

Draco sniffed and studied his pinky nail. “I was,” he said with a shrug and earned a glare from Harry. “What?” Draco laughed. “The faint was complete dramatic licence… pretty good, huh? But I did throw up, as you saw, so they are none the wiser. And now… I have you alone at last...”

“You seem to have recovered remarkably fast,” Harry commented suspiciously. “If you don’t come clean with me, you’ll be fucking your own brains out.”

Draco smirked. “Purging charm,” he said with a shrug. “Long enough to work up a sickly sweat and give Hermione an eyeful before I ended it.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Harry said with a slow shake of his head. “You forced yourself to puke to escape a party.”

“No, I forced myself to puke to get you into this bathroom. Desperate times call for desperate measures and I always get what I want,” Draco sniffed.

Harry didn’t even have a chance to answer before Draco had grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open, sending tiny buttons flying everywhere. “Hey!” Harry cried in surprise. “You gave me this for our anniversary!”

“I’ll get you another one,” Draco murmured, pressing Harry up against the nearest wall. He bent his head and started sucking hungrily on one of Harry’s nipples.

“Oh my… ungh… Draco!” Harry moaned. “Not up against the wall, baby. I still have the bruises from two days ago.” Draco’s fingers were ghosting up and down Harry’s bare torso as he started assaulting Harry’s neck with his tongue.

“I have no intentions of taking you up against the wall again,” Draco breathed and patted the vanity. “Get your arse up on there.”

“Oh?” Harry choked, his breath hitching as he felt Draco’s cool hand snake down the back of his pants and stroke between his bum cheeks. “The last time… hmm… we did it like this, I had marks… oh yes… from the taps on my back for days…

“Shut up. You’re talking far too much. Arse up, or I’ll take you against the wall.”

Harry reluctantly gave in and hitched himself up so he was perched on the edge of the vanity. “Can I at least have a towel under my arse?” Harry murmured. He put a hand on the back of Draco’s head and ran his fingers through the blond hair. Draco was immediately a pool of whimpering mush in Harry’s arms. Draco had always had a weak spot at the nape of his neck under his hair, and Harry knew just what to do to push Draco’s buttons.

“Stop it, you!” Draco scolded and pulled himself together. “This is my seduction. You just sit there, mouth shut and be seduced.”

Harry grinned widely. Draco gazed back at him with hunger-filled, silvery grey eyes. Draco bent down and slowly pulled his wand from where he kept it in his boot. Whispered words were immediately followed by Harry becoming utterly stark naked, complete with a soft, fluffy towel under his bum. Harry squeaked in surprise and Draco just smirked at him.

After another hushed spell, Draco pulled a sprig of mistletoe from behind his back and held it above his and Harry’s heads. “What do they say about mistletoe, Harry?” Draco purred and leaned in so he was barely inches from Harry’s lips.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath. “Y… you… kiss… under it…” he stammered and swallowed to wet his dry throat.

“We’re about to change that tradition,” Draco whispered and snapped his fingers, leaving the mistletoe floating above their heads, surrounded in a soft, gold light.

Harry glanced up at it and smiled. He breached the small gap left between them and met Draco’s lips with his own. Draco opened his mouth and invited Harry’s tongue to explore it. Draco’s hand trailed up Harry’s bare thigh and reached it’s destination of Harry’s dick. He gave it a light squeeze before moving his fingers lower to cup Harry’s balls.

“You are far too clothed to be touching my dick so teasingly,” Harry hissed as he felt one of Draco’s long fingers slip further between his legs and caress his perineum. He braced himself back against the mirror, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist as he fumbled with the buttons on Draco’s pants.

“Get them off,” Draco demanded. Harry snapped his fingers and Draco was left just as naked as himself. “Unngghhhh… god you’re a fucking turn on when you do the wandless thing,” he groaned.

“Hurry, baby. We need to make this quick,” Harry warned, spreading his legs wantonly to give Draco better access to his arse. Draco didn’t need to be asked twice. After a chaste kiss and nibble to Harry’s bottom lip, he dropped to his knees. Draco planted a tiny kiss to Harry’s entrance, before he lapped at the puckered skin. “Fuck!” Harry swore sharply and knocked his head back on the mirror.

Draco licked hungrily at Harry’s arse while Harry moaned desperately above him. “You taste so fucking delicious,” Draco hissed before his tongue breached the tight ring of muscle. “Mmm… that’s it, baby. Moan for me,” he urged.

Realising he was making some noise, Harry bit down on his bottom lip until he tasted the telltale metallic flavour of blood. Draco’s tongue was buried deep inside him and it was taking all Harry’s willpower not to let go and spiral uncontrollably into orgasm. “Bloody… shit…” he choked out. “Oh, fuck Draco! I need you in me!”

Draco moved up and took Harry’s balls into his mouth, sucking and rolling them over his tongue. Harry’s hips were bucking eagerly and Draco suspected tears of pure ecstasy weren’t far off. Draco’s tongue continued it’s path up over Harry’s dick, pausing only to lap at the wetness pooling on the head. He swirled his tongue in Harry’s belly button and then bit gently on one of Harry’s nipples.

Harry was a quivering heap, slumped against the mirror with the taps, indeed, pressing into him, but at the side of his arse this time. Draco pulled him back up and stuck his tongue into Harry’s mouth, allowing Harry to inadvertently taste himself on Draco’s lips. They were kissing urgently. Harry grabbed Draco’s dick firmly and squeezed his own against it then started fisting them together in a pumping motion.

“Up,” Draco snapped and pulled Harry to his feet. He spun Harry around, taking Harry’s hands and bracing them firmly on the top of the vanity. As Draco pressed himself against Harry’s back and Harry felt their sweat mingling together. His skin felt on fire with anticipation and he moaned gutturally when Draco pushed a finger deep inside him, aiming directly for his prostate and finding it after only a few expert presses.

Harry’s vision exploded and he gasped. “Bloody fucking hell! Fuck me, Draco. Fuck me hard!”

“Oh shit,” Draco rasped. He spread Harry’s arse cheeks with one hand and positioned himself before pushing into Harry slowly, but insistently. Harry’s sharp intake of breath and whimper indicated there was slight pain. He bent over and rested his forehead on his arm. “I’ll stop. I’m hurting you,” Draco fretted.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Harry growled in response. “You want to rewrite tradition then you better fucking do it hard and fast. I want you pounding into me, Draco. Do what you threatened me you would. Remember the thin walls? Go on, lover. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Bloody hell, Harry!” Draco squeaked and started pumping desperately into Harry. Harry rocked back and met him in every thrust, grunting and moaning Draco’s name over and over again.

Draco was gripping painfully onto Harry’s hips, losing himself in the sensations of taking Harry so urgently. Harry made a hissing sound as Draco thrust into him deeply, connecting once more with that tiny ball of nerves.

“I love you,” Harry panted. “Oh my –”

A knock at the door sounded and both men stilled like a deer caught in the headlights. “Harry?” Hermione’s muffled voice asked. “Is Draco ok? We only have two bathrooms and there is a huge line-up.”

“Uhhmm…” Harry choked out.

“What?” Hermione said. “Draco’s more than welcome to lie down upstairs. I can get him a bucket…”

“Just… afewmoreminutes!” Harry squeaked.

“Are you ok? You sound funny. Are you sick too?”

Harry looked at Draco through the mirror reflection, just as sweaty and flushed as himself. Draco nodded and then dropped his head down onto Harry’s back. “YES!” Harry snapped as he felt Draco’s hand edge to his groin and tickle his dick.

“Oh, well –”

“We’ll be out soon! Go away!” Harry cried irritably. He was bent over his best friends’ vanity, shaky, dripping with sweat and painfully aroused with his boyfriend’s dick up his arse. Why couldn’t Hermione just fuck the hell off?!

“Alright, but please try and come out soon,” Hermione requested.

Draco didn’t even wait to ensure she was gone before he was pumping erratically into Harry again. He started manoeuvring his hand up and down Harry’s erection. He was losing his rhythm and he groaned in frustration. He took his hand away and spat on his, before putting it back. The wetness helped the friction and Harry whimpered in response.

“I’m coming…” Harry whined. “Draco, baby, I’m –” he cut himself off with a deep moan and shuddered in climax, spurting semen all over the vanity with the excess dripping down over Draco’s fingers.

Draco let go and gave a few more harsh thrusts and bit down onto Harry’s shoulder to stop himself screaming out as he spilt into Harry. Harry cried out at the sudden pain of Draco’s teeth, but was too weak to protest further. It wasn’t like it was the first time Draco had used teeth during their sexual intimacy.

Draco gripped Harry around the waist and pulled him down onto the floor of the bathroom, thankful of Hermione’s gaudy, fluffy orange bathmat. They tumbled into a heap, wrapped in each other arms, sated and spent.

* * * * *

They lay contentedly, wrapped together for a few long, silent minutes of recovery. Harry eventually chuckled and tipped his head up to kiss Draco tenderly on the lips.

“We’re going to have a lot of confessing and explaining to do,” Harry warned but was met with a mere dismissive snort, indicating that Draco didn’t care nor was concerned with anyone’s reactions to their Christmas party slash bathroom rendezvous.

Draco smiled contentedly down at him with satisfaction. “I’ve decided I really like Christmas,” he muttered tiredly, lazily staring up at their mistletoe suspended in it’s gold cocoon.

“Have you, love?” Harry murmured as he rubbed his boyfriend’s back, his voice tinged with amusement. “Why’s that?”

Draco shifted onto his side and propped his head up on his hand, gazing down at Harry. “Well, I look good in red and green, though one should never wear them together. Also, candy canes, among other things, look smashing in your mouth. But my favourite part now is definitely the mistletoe.”

“You never were a fan of that plant before,” Harry pointed out with laughter in his voice.

“That’s because I was previously haunted by it’s effects of numerous women who insisted on using tongue and excessive saliva.” Draco shuddered visibly.

“And now mistletoe is your favourite?” Harry asked with a smile. “Draco and Harry style, of course.”

“Is there any other style?” Draco asked and once again claimed Harry’s lips in a deep kiss under their mistletoe.

- fin -