faithwood | FIC: Draco Malfoy and the Christmas Tree (H/D; NC-17; 2200)

Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Draco Malfoy and the Christmas Tree
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2200
Status: Complete
Summary: This is an exciting tale of thievery, confrontations with authorities, and lumberjacks. Truly.
Warnings: Sparkling.
Note: Advent drabble #5. Written for

heathen_ursidae. Her prompt was — bondage and something else, but never mind as it's a wee bit spoilery. Sorry this is late, love. ♥

Also written for

slythindor100's Special Holiday Challenge, which was picture #5.

I had just one glass of wine. One. But I'll have one more now, so if I write you a silly comment, forgive me.

Draco Malfoy and the Christmas Tree

Draco burst into the changing cubicle, hurriedly closing the door behind him. His intended query failed to pass his lips, however, because the view he had been presented with was far more interesting. Harry was shirtless, the sudden sight of his nicely developed chest catching Draco off guard, and the fact that Harry wore nothing except a pair of incredibly tight and low cut jeans didn't help matters. Draco noticed Harry's scowling expression, but his gaze quickly lowered to the jutting hipbones and the downy hair that disappeared enticingly beneath the waistband of Harry's trousers.

"I hate these clothes," Harry grumbled, making Draco reluctantly lift his gaze.

"Why? They're brilliant. And I'm not saying that just because I picked them out for you," Draco said, his voice brimming with honesty.

"The jeans are too tight. You know how hard it was to put them on?" Harry ranted. "And the shirt!" Harry grabbed a tight, red shirt from the hanger and held it in front of Draco's face. "It's silky! For heaven's sake! Silky!"

Frowning, Draco looked at the shirt, and then reached out to rub the material delicately between his fingers. "This isn't silk, you daft man. This is just quality fabric, unlike those rough pieces of cloth you usually wear."

Harry bristled. "I don't care what you call it. It's ... well, gay. You're trying to turn me into a stereotype."

"No. I'm trying to make you wear something that's pleasant to the eye as well as your skin. Look ..." Draco grabbed the shirt and rubbed it roughly against Harry's face, nearly dislodging his glasses. "See?" Draco chuckled.

"Argh!" Harry cried out, trying to edge away, but the cubicle was too small for such a manoeuvre. "Get away from me! I'm not buying this and you won't make me!" he fumed, sounding ten.

"Oh fine." Draco tossed the shirt away, looking at Harry's jeans regretfully. "I suppose you can't go out in public looking like this anyway. And it's not like you need something to wear at home." Draco waggled his eyebrows.

"Sex maniac," Harry accused, nonetheless smiling. But then, he frowned again. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh!" Draco remembered his initial quest at once, and he promptly reached into his bag, taking out two boxes. Reaching for the content inside, he held out two sets of electric lights in each hand for Harry to inspect. "What do you think: pale yellow or bright red?"

Harry blinked, surprised. "You want to use these? I thought you were determined to use real, live fairies for the tree, not that Muggle crap," Harry quoted.

Draco shrugged, hating the fact that he contemplated buying something Muggle for Christmas (after he said he would never!) but he was unable to help himself. The damn things looked so pretty in the window shop. "These lights twinkle in synchronised fashion. I appreciate such efforts. Fairies are erratic. And sometimes they laugh at me for absolutely no reason, and you won't let me smack them with a hammer."

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "We'll use what you want, but perhaps we should wait to get home to discuss this? I'm busy here. It'll take me an hour to take these off," Harry sighed sadly, pointing at his tight jeans.

"But I want to decide now. Which one would look better with green? Hmm. I need something green ..." Draco looked sideways at Harry who completely ignored him in favour of unzipping his trousers and shimmying his hips as he tried to lower them.

"When we get home, Draco," Harry mumbled distractedly.

"Oh!" Draco exclaimed in pretended realisation. "I remembered something green!" Taking advantage of Harry's distraction, Draco swiftly took out his wand and used his talent for non-verbal spells.

Harry, who was having some serious trouble with his jeans, had no time to react as both sets of electric lights flew at him and attacked. Harry yelped and struggled in vain as the cables cruelly wrapped themselves around his bare arms and torso. As Harry spluttered incredulously, Draco waved his wand again, sticking Harry's hands to the wall, high above his head. After another complicated wave and a murmured incantation, the lights lit up, twinkling madly.

"Are you insane?" Harry squeaked, struggling against the merrily sparkling bonds.

"The red really complements your eye-colour," Draco mused, watching a particular cable that wrapped itself almost threateningly around Harry's neck, reaching up to twine into his messy, black hair. "Though it is a bit flashy." Draco looked down at a cable with yellow lights that was wrapped firmly around Harry's hips. One little bulb had settled itself between Harry's parted jeans, directly above his almost-freed cock.

"Draco ..." Harry said warningly, glaring.

"You know, I have to confess, Harry ..." Draco surveyed Harry's madly twinkling form. "You look kind of gay."

"Draco, I am not kidding. Release me this instant." Harry's voice was low and serious. Draco knew this voice well. This was Harry's I-am-a-representative-of-the-law-and-you-shall-do-as-I-say voice. Draco had seen many witches and wizards scramble away in fright to do as they were bid whenever Harry used this commanding tone.

However, Draco was thoroughly unimpressed, though possibly even more aroused. After all, Harry's commanding voice was very similar to Harry's bedroom voice.

"Oh don't be mad, Twinkle. Here, I'll help you take these off," Draco offered, smiling angelically, and promptly knelt down in front of Harry.

"Draco, we're in public! You didn't even charm the door closed!" Harry tried to reason since threatening had no effect.

"Where's the fun in that?" Draco murmured, pulling Harry's jeans down and freeing his cock, which was half-hard, proving that Harry wasn't as averse to this situation as he claimed.

Taking the jeans off was truly a complicated feat, but Harry's rabid squirming and twisting actually helped, and Draco managed to lower them to Harry's ankles. Then he looked up at Harry expectantly. Huffing, Harry yanked on the cables again, but they held fast. Giving up, he lifted one foot and then the other, letting Draco pull the jeans away and chuck them to the side.

"Draco," Harry positively begged. "If you want to play with the lights we will. I promise! But at home!"

Draco grinned, pleased to see Harry was almost fully hard, though it made sense that Harry was also horrified by this situation. After all, the shop was full, the door of the cubicle was unlocked, and electric lights aside, Harry was completely naked.

Rather than wasting time on discussion, Draco pressed his palms firmly to Harry's thighs, then leaned in to nuzzle the dark hair of Harry's crotch.

"The bulbs are hot! They'll burn me!" Harry panted, squirming.

Touching a small light with his nose, Draco tsk-tsked, shaking his head. "Liar."

"Draco," Harry whined, but his whining sounded suspiciously like moaning when Draco stuck out his tongue, licking the underside of Harry's cock, from the base to the tip.

Harry shuddered, the lights shaking together with him, which was actually funny, so Draco decided he should dedicate himself to making Harry shudder continuously. He licked the head of Harry's cock, moaning exaggeratedly and looking up at his illuminated boyfriend. He teased the slit with his tongue, then closed his lips around the head, sucking loudly, humming, and pulling back with a wet pop.

"Oh for the love of —" Harry groaned and whimpered, his legs shaking. "Would you at least hurry?"

"Oh." Draco blinked innocently. "Okay," he agreed, relaxing his throat. Then he opened his mouth wide and swallowed Harry's cock, nearly to the base.

Harry positively screamed, but quickly stopped himself. Gasping worriedly, he yelled, "Ha! Ha ha! I almost fell! So I screamed! Silly me!" Harry whimpered miserably and hit the back of his head against the wall. "Everyone heard me. I just know it," he moaned, making Draco chuckle.

Of course, chucking made Draco's throat vibrate so Harry was moaning too loudly yet again. Draco took a few calming breaths, and then released Harry's hips from his grip. Harry had clearly forgotten all about other shoppers, because he was no longer complaining, but instead, he eagerly twitched his hips forward, pushing his cock even deeper into Draco's swallowing mouth.

Draco placed his hands on Harry's arse, merely guiding his movements, but not stopping Harry from thrusting into his mouth. The sound of other people bustling around and the music in the distance melted away, but Draco was acutely aware that anyone could stumble upon this cubicle and find him on his knees in front of his nude lover. This thought merely spurred Draco on, and he let Harry's hips set a fast, rough pace, as he enjoyed the feel of the hard, warm cock filling his mouth.

Draco reached down with one hand, rubbing his own cock through the material of his trousers. Moaning, and unable to resist, he reached for his zipper.

"Oh fuck. Draco, yes ..." Harry urged breathlessly, sounding utterly lost in his pleasure.

But then, surprisingly, Harry cried out as though in pain.

Confused for a moment, wondering if the impossible happened and he somehow scraped Harry's cock with his teeth, Draco opened his eyes and almost choked on his mouthful.

A man and a woman stood in the doorway, watching them with their mouths wide open. Spluttering and coughing, Draco scrambled away and stood up, managing to grab his wand and inconspicuously unpin his gasping and struggling boyfriend from the wall.

Harry tried futilely to free himself from the ever-so-brightly shining lights, blushing as madly as Draco himself. Not liking the way the woman's gaze glued itself to Harry's rapidly softening cock, Draco quickly gathered Harry's clothes and pressed them to his boyfriend's crotch. Harry accepted the cover gratefully, forgetting about the lights and concentrating on hiding his equipment.

"We were ..." Harry began, but quickly shut up. After all, it was rather obvious what they had been doing.

"That's him!" the woman cried suddenly, recovering from shock and pointing at Draco. "And that's what he stole!" The woman pointed at Harry.

"I assure you, Muggle, he was always mine," Draco proclaimed with dignity.

The woman placed her hand on her hip and glared. "I'm talking about the lights, you unfunny comedian. And you are a ... Muggle!" she added a little uncertainly.

"You stole these?" Harry exclaimed, very unhelpfully, in Draco's opinion.

"Of course not!" Draco defended, looking at the large, funnily dressed man that stood with his nose held high. "I simply took them to ask you which one you prefer."

"He seems to like both," the woman sneered. "And you took them and left the shop. You're not even denying it!"

"I'm still in the shop!" Draco cried indignantly. Muggles were so dumb.

Harry groaned beside him. "We're in the same building, Draco, but in a different shop."

"Well that's just crazy," Draco argued, nonetheless feeling his cheeks heat up.

"I'll say," the woman said, glaring.

Blushing deeper, Draco sniffed. "I didn't know that," he said, kicking Harry's foot in annoyance. Harry should have explained things better. Each shop should have its own building, obviously.

"All right, enough of this. You're coming with me. Both of you," the man said importantly.

Just as Draco opened his mouth to tell the man where to shove his upturned nose, Harry said demurely, "Of course, officer, we don't want to cause trouble."

The man raised his eyebrows as Draco spluttered, "Harry, you don't mean that!"

Harry gave him a furtive look and said warningly, "Yes, I do."

Narrowing his eyes, Draco stared as Harry smiled charmingly at the glaring woman and the sour-looking man. "I'll just put some clothes on."

"Please do," the man grumbled as the woman said, "Take your time, dear."

Harry smiled sweetly again, with all the dignity he could muster, considering his state, and then he grabbed Draco's arm as though leaning for support.

"You do the O, and I'll do the D," Harry whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

Draco frowned as the officer stiffened, and then reached towards his belt.

Harry gripped Draco's arm tighter, and Draco suddenly felt a familiar sensation wash over him. Realising at once what Harry had meant, Draco swiftly pointed his wand at the alarmed Muggles, and cried out, "Obliviate!" just as Harry Disapparated them both with a tiny pop.

As soon as they appeared in their living room, Draco moaned in distress, "I'm a thief!"

"You are dead!" Harry countered, looking extremely pissed off. "You almost got us arrested! And that was so humiliating!"

Draco opened his mouth to argue back, but he shut them quickly at the sight of his naked, twinkling boyfriend. With his green eyes burning hotly and his cheeks crimson from anger, and with a hundred tiny lights bathing him in shades of yellow and red, Draco could not take Harry seriously.

But he could take him.

Grinning, Draco pointed his wand at Harry, who clearly hadn't expected that, and levitated him across their apartment, towards their bedroom.

"Draco!" Harry raged, struggling against the cables, twisting his body in the air and wriggling his arse, in the process successfully spreading his long legs wide and consequently dispelling Draco's fears that this wasn't such a good idea. "You can't —"

"On the contrary, my shiny Harry. I can. Because ..." Draco lowered Harry onto the bed, making him stand there, holding him still with magic. "You said that we'll play with the lights at home." Draco climbed onto the bed and stood in front of Harry, pressing their bodies firmly together. "So let's play. You can be a Christmas tree and I'll knock you down." Smiling at Harry's wide-eyed expression, Draco leaned forward, making them both fall onto the sheets, as he yelled, "Timber!"

Fin

FIC: Draco Malfoy and the Christmas Tree (H/D; NC-17; 2200)

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