Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: I Found Something Strange in My Christmas Stockings
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2600 (Ahem. Totally a drabble. *nods*)
Status: Complete
Summary: Draco suffers much angst after his boyfriend leaves him alone on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: When I say angst, I mean funny, fluffy angst, of course.
Note: Advent drabble #7. Written for alaana_fair. Her prompt was — red bows and surprise pressies under the tree. I have surprise pressies and red, no bows though. :(

Also written for slythindor100's Special Holiday Challenge, which was picture #9.

Alaana, I'm sure that as far as the imagery goes you'd prefer Harry's and Draco's roles to be reversed, but actions and intentions fit their characters better this way, I think.

Unrelated Note: I'm feeling much better, but my brain is slow. I blame the flu, but my friend assures me this is my natural state. Either way, I'm slowly, but surely catching up.

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I Found Something Strange in My Christmas Stockings


"Mmm," Draco praised as his hands pushed into Harry's pockets, seeking warmth.

"Mmm-hmm," Harry agreed readily, his gloved hand twined into Draco's hair, pulling his head closer.

They were standing outside, in front of the gates of the Malfoy Manor, caring little for the cold wind and dense snow that threatened to cover their closely entwined bodies. Draco had no idea how much time passed since they had arrived here. However, judging by the way his lips tingled from excessive kissing and the inability to feel his toes anymore, Draco would have dared to guess they were standing out here for a long time.

"I should go," Harry murmured, breaking the kiss for a mere moment, then kissing Draco again, pressing one of his hands at the small of Draco's back.

"Hmm?" Draco frowned, but kissed back eagerly.

"It's late," Harry breathed between kisses.

"It’s Christmas Eve," Draco said, not allowed to finish his statement as the movement of his tongue was hampered by Harry's own. If he had been allowed to clarify, he'd remind Harry that he couldn't possibly have another engagement, but should stay here with his boyfriend. His boyfriend, Draco laughed involuntarily, though that came out sounding more like a moan. He was still feeling giddy every time he remembered that Harry was his boyfriend. They were seeing each other for barely a couple of weeks; everything still seemed new and exciting.

"Yeah. I have to go." Harry leaned in for yet another kiss, but Draco pulled his head back. "What?" Harry asked, blinking as snowflakes fell onto his eyelashes.

"You're not coming inside?" Draco invited, a little distracted by a snowflake that hit Harry's swollen, red lips. Harry's tongue peeked out to lick it away and Draco almost leaned in to help it in its task.

"No, I really have to go. There's something important I must do. Sorry." Harry smiled apologetically.

"Right. Important." Draco wondered whether he sounded as hurt as he felt. His boyfriend was leaving him to spend Christmas Eve alone. Harry was even aware that Draco's parents were out of town, so he knew that Draco would sit in front of his fireplace as lonely as he had been when he didn't have a so-called boyfriend. That was cruel and insensitive, and something Draco foolishly never expected from the always-kind Potter. This was crueller than when Harry said he wanted to take things slow so Draco would have to wait before getting Harry into bed. Draco had thought Harry was merely being romantic, careful, or unsure. But obviously, Harry just didn't care.

"I'm sorry. I promise we'll see each other soon." Harry nodded earnestly, giving Draco another quick peck on the lips.

"It's Christmas Eve," Draco said yet again.

Harry bit his lip, as though wavering in his decision, but then he grabbed Draco's face between his hands, giving Draco an intense look. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, his breath misting in the cold air. Draco smiled a little, somewhat appeased, but then Harry added, "I'll give you a fabulous Christmas present." Harry grinned and stepped back, and then, with a wave of his hand, he Disapparated away.

Draco stared at the empty space in front of himself, perplexed.

A present? Harry planned to make it up to him with a present? As though a present would mean something after Draco was so cruelly abandoned to spend yet another Christmas completely alone. And not having sex.

Was this the opinion Harry had of him? That he could simply appease him with presents?

Draco turned around furiously and stomped towards his empty home, leaving deep footsteps in the thick snow. He was no longer cold since his anger inflamed his body. He burst into the Manor, slamming the door shut and opening his mouth to yell at his house-elves. Belatedly, he remembered he had given them the day off. He was truly alone in here.

Sniffing, he stormed up the large staircase and had already reached the very top when a sound from below stopped him in his tracks. Biting his lip and taking out his wand, he turned around and slowly descended the stairs, listening intently. It was possible that a house-elf stayed behind and failed to leave wherever house-elves left when they weren't here.

Of course, it was also possible that someone broke into the Manor and would now rob and murder him. Ha! Then Harry would be so sorry for having left Draco alone, Draco thought wildly, in his mind already laughing at Harry's guilty face. If only I had come inside and had sex with Draco, none of this would have happened, Harry would think, crying bitter tears over Draco's grave.

Mentally slapping himself, Draco shook off his morbid thoughts and edged closer to the large living room. He peered inside, his wand out and ready, and swept his gaze around the room. The large tree twinkled peacefully, fairies were asleep upon it, snoring loudly, and the fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, though Draco could only hear it since a comfortable sofa obscured his view. But everything seemed in perfect order, and no murderous burglars were to be seen.

Relaxing a little, Draco lowered his wand and shrugged, looking around to see if one of the windows was opened, but they were all closed shut. The peacefulness was irritating, and Draco sighed, feeling depressed again. He turned to leave, planning to have a bath. He might drown during a bath, Draco reflected. And then Harry would cry and wish he had been there to hug Draco's body as he bathed, making sure Draco wouldn't fall asleep and slip beneath the water.

Grumbling, Draco was half-way out of the living room when his gaze caught something odd. He remembered quite clearly hanging Christmas stockings on the mantel. He had planned to hang just one, for custom's sake, but then it just looked lonely and stupid. So he had hung two. Well, he had thought that Harry would be here; therefore, Draco planned to slip a little something inside and surprise Harry on the Christmas morning. Actually, he had been convinced that Harry would be here. That was why he had bought a bunch of presents and placed some beneath the Christmas tree, some beneath the pillow, and some on plenty of other places Harry would be likely to stumble upon. Draco had planned to follow him around the Manor and then watch in amusement as Harry discovered them, each time laughing brighter and thanking Draco with long hugs and scorching kisses. He had even made a house-elf write Draco on one stocking and Harry on the other.

However, now, the stockings were nowhere to be seen. Which meant that either the burglar broke in to steal just them and nothing else, or Santa was a little early and was also a thief, or ... Draco sighed. Or they had fallen down, possibly into the fire and were now damaged beyond repair.

Annoyed, Draco was ready to leave and not look at the ruined stockings, but he couldn't resist checking to see if maybe they were unscathed. He walked quickly towards the fireplace, determined to save what he could. However, as he went past the obscuring sofa, his view of the fireplace no longer obstructed, Draco was forced to freeze in utter shock.

He had certainly resolved the mystery of missing stockings.

There on Draco's carpet, right in front of the fireplace, lay Harry Potter. He was propped on one elbow, lying upon his side, nude and smiling widely. Draco's gaze trailed in wonder and astonishment from Harry's head, over the fire-lit skin of Harry's muscled torso, over hard nipples, the flat stomach, the dark hair that led a path towards Harry's cock — fully hard and more beautiful than Draco had dared to imagine. Draco stared at one enticing hipbone, then his gaze followed the round curve of Harry's arse and slid over a strong thigh, towards the long, lean legs. His gaze had stopped roaming at the sight of his Christmas stockings; red stockings with fluffy white ends that were hiding Harry's feet, reaching up to the middle of his calves, one of them with a silver inscription proclaiming Draco and the other with golden letters proclaiming Harry.

"Like your Christmas present?" Harry asked in a husky voice Draco had never heard him use before. "Santa dropped me off. Nice bloke."

Draco still stared at the stockings, amazed that he had been right. The Manor was broken into and Draco was to be murdered. This was clearly a murderous attack because Draco suspected he would soon suffer a heart failure.

Harry wriggled his toes, obviously noticing where Draco's gaze was stuck. "I didn't plan to wear them, but they had our names. So I couldn't resist." Harry smiled wider as Draco looked at his bright face.

"You left," Draco breathed, wondering if he was already dead and imagining things.

Harry nodded. "To do something important, obviously. Told you I'd make it up to you with a present."

Draco blinked and then blinked again. Harry had deceived him. He made him think that Draco was unimportant to him. "I'm very upset," Draco said firmly. "You abandoned me. You made me think I'm doomed to spend another Christmas alone."

Harry gave him a wide-eyed look and then swiftly rolled onto his back, placing his hands to either side of his head, as though in surrender, at the same time spreading his legs slightly. "Speaking of loneliness ... I'm sort of lonely right now," Harry said earnestly, looking up at Draco.

Before Draco could even think things through, he was already kneeling by Harry's side. He looked hungrily at the display of naked skin before him, not knowing where to touch first. Still, he made his decision quickly, and wrapped his hand firmly around Harry's cock.

Harry gasped quietly, thrusting his hips upwards and twisting his body languidly on the carpet, the play of shadows on his skin captivating.

"You wanted to take things slow," Draco remembered. "You said you didn't want to have sex right away. And now look at you."

"Well," Harry began, breathless as Draco was still sliding his hand up and down the length of his cock. "Not quite this slow, but ..." Harry looked up at Draco, smiling. "I planned this for some time. You know, Christmas, presents. I thought it would be nice and sweet for our first time."

Draco closed his eyes, hardly believing it was possible that he felt so happy after learning that Harry really was a stupid romantic just as Draco always suspected.

Regretfully, Draco released Harry's cock to raise his hand and shake his finger at Harry. "That was still cruel! I thought ... I thought you didn't want to ..."

Draco couldn't continue, mostly because Harry had quickly risen up on his elbows and then stuck out his tongue to lick Draco's waggling finger. He swirled his tongue around it, licking and slurping, before he pulled the digit into his mouth, blinking at Draco as he bobbed his head and sucked. Draco stared at Harry's pursed lips as they slid up and down over his finger, trying to remember to shake his finger at Harry more often. Harry pulled back just as Draco forgot how to breathe, then cocked his head and said demurely, "Forgive me?"

Draco's breath hitched. "That was a brilliant apology," he declared, impressed.

Harry looked smug, but then yelped as Draco all but jumped him. Draco straddled Harry's thighs, still completely dressed in his coat and boots, and the fur hat that slipped from his head and rolled away.

Draco shook his head to clear his vision, as his hair had fallen forward into his eyes, and grabbed Harry's hands to pin them back down onto the floor.

"You're staying?" Draco asked, still not believing this, but smiling happily nonetheless. "Tomorrow too, I mean."

"If you'll have me," Harry said modestly, his chest moving up and down rapidly as though he was having breathing difficulties himself.

"You're in my stockings, I don't really have a choice," Draco pointed out. "Besides, I had plans for us too, you know."

"I hope I didn't ruin them," Harry said, looking honestly worried.

Draco shook his head, then leaned in to kiss Harry's lips. With a moan of approval and relief, Harry freed his hands and predictably intertwined his fingers into Draco's hair. Then he rose up, lifting them both as he sat on the floor and slid his hands up and down Draco's back, holding him close as they kissed.

Pulling away to pepper kisses over Draco's jaw, Harry murmured, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I wasn't hurt," Draco said quickly. "Merely annoyed."

Harry looked up at him, hopeful. "But you're in a good mood now?"

"I'm getting there." Draco grinned, jumping a little on Harry's lap, making his boyfriend shudder and gasp, then clutch Draco even closer.

Draco was far from annoyed now, but considering Harry was as sweet as Draco had originally believed, things were a little different. A careless boyfriend shouldn't try to buy him off with presents, but a sweet one ...

Biting his lip, Draco said tentatively, "This is really brilliant. You as a present, I mean. I really love it." Draco nodded. "But ... er ... you did buy me actual presents? You're not just trying save up some Galleons, right?"

Harry laughed uproariously, his whole body shaking, almost making Draco bounce in his lap. "Yes, I bought you actual presents," Harry soothed, shaking his head and looking exasperate.

"Well, where are they?" Draco insisted, looking at Harry's naked body. He certainly had no place to hide them.

"You'll have to occupy yourself with your early present 'till midnight, I'm afraid."

Clicking his tongue, not really bothered he'd have to wait, Draco checked his watch. "Hmm. That's two hours from now." He looked at Harry's nude body again. "Do you come with a manual? Or can I experiment?"

Harry's cheeks flushed, and Draco was certain that hadn't happened due to embarrassment. "Please, experiment to your heart's delight."

Draco grinned and freed himself from Harry's grip so he could stand up and take off his clothes. Harry, in turn, promptly reached down to take off the stockings.

"Hey, hey," Draco stopped him. "Leave those on."

Blushing, Harry relented and obediently lay back down, staring up at Draco with inviting eyes.

Swallowing hard as he took off his shirt and tossed it away, Draco asked, "So that Santa. Did he give you a sleigh ride?"

"Nah. Told him I already have a ride reserved just for me."

Draco tossed away his trousers and underwear quickly, leaving himself naked to Harry's hot gaze. Then he lowered himself down again, straddling Harry's hips, and thrust his arse back, letting Harry's cock settle between his buttocks where it fit nicely. Swaying back and forth a little, humming in pleasure, and feeling happier than he could possibly describe, Draco grinned. "I think this ride is mine."

"All yours," Harry agreed, gasping.

"You know ..." Draco leaned down to press his forehead to Harry's. "This is beyond any doubt the best Christmas present ever," he whispered, powerless not to confess that.

"I'll strive to top it in the future," Harry whispered back, the unspoken promise of future Christmases making Draco shiver in delight.

Wriggling his arse a little and making Harry gasp and buck up, Draco nodded, but warned, "In the future, go for something I can retell to my friends." He grinned. "I fear no one is going to believe when I tell them I found Harry Potter in my Christmas stockings."

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Fin

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