Fic: Decorations, H/D for 25 Wishes hd_seasons

[nursedarry]

Title: Decorations
Summary: He didn't just say what he said, did he?
Prompts: candy cane, fairy lights, snow
Beta: nicevenn
Word Count: ~650
Rating: just barely R
Author's Notes: Written in a hurry. A sub fic for hd_seasons 25 Wishes fest.



The eighth year common room looked as if a huge box of Christmas decorations had exploded all over it. Fairy lights were sparkling, tinsel was shimmering, and baubles were all magically twirling, casting their reflections against every surface like a thousand festive glitter balls.

The students were now hanging candy canes amidst the holly. And, as with every other thing they’d put up, were now arguing about where the sweets should be placed and the speed at which the decorating was moving. Which was slowly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco snatch a candy cane from the holly garland strewn across the mantle and, slyly looking around, put it into his trouser pocket.

“Oi, Malfoy,” Harry called, as the other boy looked up innocently. He pointed at Draco’s trousers. “I’ll be having that later.”

The expression that appeared on Draco’s face mirrored that of anyone within earshot. Harry’s cheeks flamed as Draco gave him a look he’d not seen since third year when Draco had passed him a note in class.

When all the cat-calling died down, Draco bowed slightly. “Why Harry, you do say the most romantic things.”

More raucous hollering followed. Harry rolled his eyes skyward, shook his head mutely, and turned away to finish helping his classmates with the decorations. He ignored Draco and any reference to their brief exchange for the rest of the evening.

*

The falling snow outside the window seemed to amplify every sound made in the dorm room. The creaking door must surely have woken everyone, but as Harry glanced around, no one stirred.

Harry’s darkness-adjusted eyes saw the sharp sliver of light disappear as Draco closed the door and made for the room’s one empty bed. When he reached it, Draco first emptied his pockets and slid his robe off his shoulders. Harry watched as the other boy set down his wand and a candy cane on the night table next to the bed. If Draco knew he was being watched, he gave no indication of it.

Harry saw him slowly undress, and when Draco was left wearing only pants, saw him sit on the bed and pull the curtains closed around it.

After counting to sixty, probably more quickly than the second hand of any clock, Harry sat up, pulled the covers off himself, and reached under his pillow for his Invisibility Cloak. After another rushed count of sixty, he drew back his partially-closed bed curtains and, covered in the Cloak, walked as stealthily as possible to Draco’s bedside.

Harry took a deep, steadying breath and drew the curtains apart only as far as necessary to slip inside, then quickly pulled them closed. He looked down and saw Draco lying naked on the bed, slowly stroking himself.

“God, Granger can talk; prefect rounds seemed endless,” Draco whispered, looking up into what Harry knew was empty space.

Harry clumsily tugged his Cloak off and discarded it on the floor. Then he climbed into bed next to Draco, who reached out with his unoccupied hand and began undoing the buttons of Harry’s pyjama top.

Whispering a Privacy Charm, Draco finished with the buttons and helped Harry yank the top off. They shifted closer to one another, hands running over skin, warm mouth joining warm mouth.

Harry’s hand snaked between their bodies and wrapped itself around Draco’s. Together, they pumped Draco’s erection more vigorously.

“So, do you still want to have this, then?” Draco asked.

Harry whispered, “I want you to put it into my mouth. Then I want to suck on it until you pull at my hair and say my name over and over.”

Draco’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He quickly sat up, clambered on top of Harry’s chest, and held his cock against Harry’s lips.

Harry smiled up at Draco, his eyes aglow with lust and mischief. “And then I want that candy cane.”

The End