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nenne Drabble: One Gift is Enough
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~577
Warnings: unbeta'd, slash, Hogwarts!fic, language
Summary: In which Harry recieves something silver for Christmas and Draco recieves so much more.
Prompt: Paper Snowflake, at
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dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge and ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1){kind=small}
nenne 's prompts because she's awesome! A/N: Quite a few drabbles behind. I've been suffering from mild writer's block but I'm trying to stick it out :).
nenne has helped me out. She shared some fun prompts and I've attempted to try one out. So this is a gift for her! (So sorry, hun. I know it's not great but my brain is ded). Draco took the box from Potter’s waiting hand. Whatever it was it had to be important to bring Harry Potter all the way to the Slytherin Common room. The box was heavier then Draco expected. It tilted slightly in his grip and a silver dildo slipped out of the open end and thudded to the floor. They both stared, neither daring to reach for it. It rolled ominously through Slytherin common room, eventually stopping to interrupt a game of exploding snap between several first years.
Draco looked away before they could determine what the object was and then associate it with him.
He stared at Harry and was shocked to find green eyes already fixed on him. “There’s more.” Harry gestured to the box.
Draco swallowed and shook it afraid of what else might drop out. A jar of lube landed in his palm. “What is the meaning of this, Potter?”
“You tell me.” Harry shoved a folded sheet of parchment into his chest. “I received this in the middle of breakfast.”
Draco unfolded the paper and realized it was shaped like a snowflake. He read the tiny handwriting and immediately grimaced.
Use my hole, Potter.
Love,
Malfoy.
Draco had written it alright, one night when he was very drunk and very horny. He could recall bits and pieces from that night at Three Broomsticks. He’d complained to his friends about how dense Potter was. The note was Blaise’s idea. “Why don’t you tell him how you feel? Be blunt.” Blaise had grabbed a snowflake shaped napkin and handed Draco a quill, which was odd because Blaise rarely carried a spare quill, not even to class. He was always borrowing Draco’s.
Shrieks sounded from the gaggle of first years as they finally identified the dildo for what it was. Draco could feel his cheeks burning. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the figures of Blaise and Pansy hurriedly leaving the common room. Anger suddenly bubbled in his chest, as strong as the humiliation. He was going to kill them.
“I didn’t send this, Potter,” he snapped.
“It’s your handwriting, isn’t it?” Harry asked. Oddly enough Draco detected a hopeful note in Harry’s tone. Perhaps he was deluding himself.
“Yes, it’s mine but—What are you—”
Harry stepped closer. Too close. “Then you want me to?” Harry asked. His fingers wrapped loosely around Draco’s forearm.
Draco attempted to speak but it came out as a funny sort of laugh. Thankfully Harry took this as a yes. He brushed his soft lips against Draco’s cheek, shyly and Draco closed his eyes. The volume in the common room increased exponentially but Draco couldn’t discern anything over the sound of his heartbeat. He dropped the lube and the box and clutched at the fabric of Harry’s robes, bringing him closer. He nibbled at Harry’s bottom lip, swiped it with his tongue and pulled back when he drew a gasp from Harry’s parted lips.
“Mm,” Harry murmured. “That was a very lewd and embarrassing way to get my attention but I’m glad you did it.”
“You are?” Draco felt his body heat rise to a feverish level.
“Yes, it was very— courageous.”
Draco rolled his eyes out of habit. “You would appreciate that, Potter.”
Harry smiled. “Let’s talk some place private?”
Draco nodded. His friends weren’t terrible. They’d managed to give him a gift he’d wanted for quite a while. Perhaps he would let them live after all.
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Btw, your giftfic is written: http://bleedforyou1.livejournal.com/21455.html. ENJOY!
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And thanks for reading! *squishes*
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That was a great use of the prompt. Poor first years though. They're really not ready for that. *giggles*
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And I agree. Even though they're first year Slytherins they definitely aren't ready for that. Maybe second year *evil grin* :D
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Your icon is guh! ♥
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I really love Blaise and Pansy when they're helping harry and draco to be together... XDD
and the gift is just...lol
thank you for sharing... :)
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This was great. :)
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