Harry's breath caught in his throat, his gaze turning back to the stone with awe. "That sounds amazing, Draco… this is brilliant." Harry had never heard of such a thing before; they probably weren't common. What lengths had Draco gone to just to get one for him?
Suddenly, his gift to Draco seemed meagre in comparison. "I, uh— Fleur recommended it," he explained, gesturing to the book of French-language spells in Draco's lap. "Apparently there's some more obscure and older spells in there. I know it's not much, but—"
"I love it," Draco insisted, leaning over for a quick kiss. "I can't wait to find something to hex Weasley with — even Granger will never think of a French counter-spell." Harry snickered; the way the pair had been treating him all year, he'd like to see that, too.
Still beaming from his gift, Harry shuffled closer to Draco. "So what's the plan now?" he asked playfully, watching Draco's eyes widen.
"We could play cards," Draco suggested casually, even as his fingers began to creep up towards the hem of Harry's t-shirt. "Hmm," Harry agreed, running fingers through Draco's pale hair.
his
"We could have another dance lesson."
Harry made a face at that, and Draco chuckled. Suddenly, he stretched his leg out and pushed, toppling Harry gently until he was on his back on the blanket, Draco's knees either side of his hips. The blond leaned in close. "We could talk about how hot you looked on your broom yesterday, and how much of an arse you were to just leave me in that state." His words came out as a growl, and Harry smirked.
"I thought you liked my arse," he teased, fingers still twined in the short blond strands at the back of Draco's head, bringing him in for a kiss. Draco groaned.
"Missing the point, Potter," he muttered. He lowered himself slowly until he was propped up on his elbows, chest-to-chest with Harry, and both boys gasped as something else connected much lower. Harry wiggled until only one of his legs was between Draco's, the other bent slightly to keep the taller boy in place as he leaned up into the kiss, sneaking one hand up the back of Draco's shirt. Draco's hips rocked down against his, and Harry let out a muffled groan.
"Draco," he breathed, his pulse pounding wildly. They'd never done much past a little snogging and above-belt groping, and he was near dizzy with how good it all felt. He tugged at the hem of Draco's shirt. "Can I? Off."
"You too," Draco urged, sitting up and pulling off his t-shirt. Harry forgot to breathe for a second. The blond's skin was pale and flawless, two dusky pink nipples perked on his chest, the ridges of his abs holding a faint dusting of silvery hair that trailed down to the waistband of his trousers. Fuck, he was hot.
Draco's blush turned out to go all the way down his neck and chest, and he hurriedly pulled at Harry's t-shirt until the Gryffindor sat up the best he could, trying not to get his glasses tangled in the shirt as it came over his head. It was Draco's turn to stare. Harry squirmed, forcing himself not to cover his chest with his arms; the summer at Seren Du had helped, but he was still a little scrawny, with the barest attempt at chest hair just beginning. He was glad for the low light of the classroom, hoping it would be enough that Draco wouldn't see the scars from his time at the Dursleys. Most of them were on his back, anyway.
"Beautiful," Draco declared in a whisper, leaning down to kiss Harry, gasping into it as their bare skin pressed together. "Harry, Merlin," Draco's hips began to rock more frantically, and Harry matched him, desperate for more friction. It felt amazing, like fireworks against his skin and in his belly, Draco's lips moving down to suck bruises on his neck, fingers skating up his abs and then down, lower, brushing over the front of Harry's jeans. Harry moaned, his vision going white as he was overloaded with sensation, coming in his jeans and pressing up against Draco's fingers. He heard Draco swear softly, bucking his hips a couple more times, and then the blond bit down on his neck to stifle a cry, slumping against him after few moments.
They lay there for several long seconds, breathing heavily, Harry's fingertips absently tracing the ridges of Draco's spine. "Wow," he murmured. Draco shifted a little, tilting his head to look him in the eye.
"If you say that was 'nice', I'm going to hit you."
Harry barked out a laugh. "That was a lot better than nice," he assured, smirking. "That was… wow." He'd never done anything like that before. Barely even let himself imagine it. Even without Draco touching him down there, it was still so much better than being by himself in the dorm. "Pretty sure that was on Snape's list of things not to do in here."
"Ugh, don't bring my godfather into this," Draco said with a grimace. He rolled off Harry, but didn't go far, their shoulders pressed together. "Now I'm all sticky."
Harry reached for his wand, casting a Cleaning charm over them both. It felt odd on his oversensitive skin, but it was better than the uncomfortable mess cooling in his boxers. He turned his head to the side, looking at Draco, unable to keep the soft smile off his face. The Slytherin looked at him suspiciously.
"Why are you grinning like a loon? Did I break you already?" Harry laughed again, rolling over so he was the one on top this time, pinning Draco's hands beneath his own and leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose.
"I'm just really happy," he admitted, uncaring that it made him sound like the sappiest Gryffindor around. He'd had a great day with his family, and now he got to be alone with his boyfriend. It was the best Christmas he'd ever had.
"Gross," Draco declared, but he was smiling too, tangling his fingers with Harry's. "You're going to destroy my reputation one of these days, Potter." "Too late, you chose this," Harry retorted smugly. He shuffled down until he was lying half on top of Draco, head pillowed on the blond's shoulder. "That's the thing about Gryffindors; we're stubborn. You're stuck with me now."
Draco sighed, even as his hand curled possessively around Harry's hip. "So many regrets," he murmured, making Harry grin.
"Liar."
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It took a lot of effort for the pair to pry themselves apart once curfew drew nearer, but eventually they managed it, Harry giving Draco one last long kiss before leaving the blond to set the classroom back to rights, heading up to Gryffindor Tower. He took his cloak off a few corridors away, falling in with all the other students cutting it very close to curfew. He tried to get the stupid smile off his face before he went into the common room, but it was a lost cause. He kept his head down and made a beeline for the stairs up to the boys' dorms, praying he could get into bed without anyone asking where he'd been.
Luckily, Neville was the only one in the dorm when Harry entered, and the Longbottom heir gave him a once-over, eyebrows raising in suspicion. "I'm not going to interrogate you," he said eventually. "I'm pretty sure I don't want to know." "You're the best, Neville," Harry said sincerely. Neville grinned at him.
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