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Under the Mistletoe	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Under the Mistletoe

Author: Minks

Summary: Harry is lured into the forest during his search for something to do other than watch his friends molest each other. Draco causes him to fall victim to the snogging epidemic. Features sneaky!Draco and gullible!Harry.

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Hand jobs, OOC-ness, One-shot

Pairing(s): Harry/Draco

Author�s notes: Happy Christmas/Yule/Winter Solstice to all, and to all a good wank!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the world in which they live...I just like to think pervy thoughts about them. I am not making any money from this fan fic, it�s purely for entertainment.

Under the Mistletoe
�Can�t you two stop snogging for just five minutes? Five minutes, that�s all I ask!� Harry cried in exasperation. Ron and Hermione had been joined at the lips for weeks, and Harry was bored close to tears. The three of them, and Dean Thomas, were the only 7th year Gryffindors that had stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, and Dean was busy snogging the life out of Ginny Weasley at the other end of the common room, leaving Harry utterly starved for interesting company. At least during term there had been Neville and Seamus to spend time with.

�How about some chess, or a snowball fight?� Harry pleaded with Ron and Hermione. �Or we could knit some socks and hats for SPEW, I�m not picky.� The only response Harry heard was the wet slurp of enthusiastic kissing.

�Fine,� Harry huffed. �You two carry on, I�m going to see what Hagrid�s up to.� He stormed out of the portrait hole, disgusted that his friends hadn�t even bothered to come up for air to acknowledge his leaving. He complained to himself about their self-absorption as he trudged through the snow all the way to Hagrid�s hut, and then all the way back to the castle when he�d found Hagrid and Olympe in a rather terrifying state of undress.

�I shouldn�t have defeated Voldemort last year,� he thought, sullenly, �At least then I might have something to look forward to other than witnessing the mating habits of all and sundry.� He stamped violently up the steps. �Bloody oversexed, shag-happy prats, all of them,� he muttered to himself as he barged through the doors into the Entrance Hall, colliding forcefully with Draco Malfoy. �Watch where you�re going, arsehole!� Harry shouted, with relish. Here was his opportunity for a bit of excitement.

�You�re the one that bumped into me,� Draco pointed out, calmly, then he brushed past Harry, adjusting his thick cloak.

Harry blinked, and his mouth gaped open in disappointment. What was this? No flare of anger? No impromptu wizard�s duel? Harry turned around and followed Draco down the front steps. �Where are you going, Malfoy?� he asked, trying to sound snotty rather than desperate for company.

�Do you have to know everything, Potter?�

�Fine,� Harry said, nastily. �I�ll just follow you to find out for myself.�

�Fine with me.�

Harry fell into step beside Draco as they headed towards the Forbidden Forest, cursing and kicking up snow as he raved about snogging maniacs and rivals who were too thick to know when someone was trying to pick a fight.

�Potter,� Draco said, mildly.

�Yeah,� Harry said, looking up, his face fierce and flushed.

�Shut up.�

�Make me.�

�What�s your problem?� Draco asked, sounding genuinely curious.

�All the snogging, that�s what. Everyone is sucking face like it�s going to go out of style. It�s disgusting!�

Draco laughed lightly, and Harry�s frown deepened.

�What�s so funny?� he asked.

�Potter, did you ever think you might be jealous that everyone else has someone to snog and you don�t?�

�What?� Harry yelped, furiously. �No! You�re completely missing the point.�

�Hmmm. Am I?�

�Yes, I�m perfectly happy not having anyone to snog.�

�Are you?�

Harry growled low in his throat and followed Draco to a massive, gnarled oak a few feet into the forest. �Why haven�t you tried to hex me yet,� he demanded of the Slytherin. �We�re out here alone, nobody to come along and interrupt us...you should have me on my knees, begging for my life.�

Draco threw a smirk at him, and stopped in front of the oak, carefully removing a white cloth bundle from his cloak.

�Actually,� Harry said, furrowing his brow in thought. �You haven�t hexed me in months. What�s all that about?� He glared accusingly at the blonde, who turned to smile at him in amusement.

�Haven�t felt like it, I suppose,� Draco said, shrugging. �Why, Potty? Do you miss our little tiffs in the corridors?�

�Just odd, that�s all,� Harry mumbled, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Truth be told, he was feeling rather neglected, now that he thought about it. He watched as Draco unraveled the white cloth to reveal a sickle with a glinting golden blade.

Harry immediately drew his wand. �What are you doing?� he asked Draco, suspiciously.

�Harvesting Mistletoe,� Draco replied, indicating the berry-laden plant that crept along the heavy branches of the oak.

�Mistletoe? Mistletoe is for snogging!� Harry said, reproachfully. �You�re aiding the spread of the kissing epidemic that�s been driving me crazy!�

�Don�t be ridiculous,� Draco said, dismissively. �I�m collecting it for Professor Snape�s storage cupboard for bonus points in Potions. And Mistletoe is not for snogging, it�s for protection and fertility.�

�Arrgh! Fertility!� Harry cried, in horror, images of Hagrid and Olympe forcing their way into his brain.

�Honestly, Potter,� Draco said, raising an eyebrow. �Could you be any more immature? How you�ve managed to shag anyone with that attitude is beyond me. That is, assuming you ever have shagged anyone.�

Harry blushed scarlet and attempted unsuccessfully to force a convincing declaration of his sexual prowess through his uncooperative mouth.

Draco laughed at Harry�s admirable impression of a fish out of water. �Can it be possible? Is the Gryffindor Hero a virgin? How precious!�

Harry glared at him in outrage, and scowled haughtily. �Have fun mucking about with your poncy fertility berries, Malfoy. I�m leaving.� He turned around, striding purposefully away from Draco.

�See you later, Potter,� he called sweetly. �It�s best that you leave now, anyway. Wouldn�t want to offend your virginal sensibilities with my depraved acts of sexual abandon, right out here in the open!� He grinned when Harry stopped in his tracks, then turned around and quickly trotted back to his side.

�What are you talking about?� Harry said, nervously licking his lips. �I�m not interested, or anything,� he hurried to add. �I just want to know so that I can stay well away from here while you do...whatever it is you were thinking of doing.�

�Well, it�s nothing special, really,� Draco said, nonchalantly, as he handed Harry the sickle and white cloth. �Just part of the harvesting ritual.� He parted his winter cloak, then his robes, and unbuttoned the flies of his trousers, keeping his eyes fixed on Harry. �I�m taking part of the Mistletoe, so I have to make an offering to appease its spirit.�

Harry�s eyes were wide with disbelief as he watched Draco withdraw his half-hard cock from his trousers and begin stroking it gently. �W-w-what offering?� he stuttered.

�Some of my seed, Potter,� Draco said, pumping his fist lazily. �I�ll have to put it on the sickle before using it to cut the Mistletoe. So...do you want to help?�

�Help?� Harry cried, his face red. �What? I can�t help you...do that!� he spluttered.

Draco smiled, looking at Harry from beneath half-closed lids as he leaned back against the oak. �I meant, help me with the harvesting. When I cut the Mistletoe, you...oh, that feels good...use that white cloth to catch the branches before they fall.�

Harry stood there, slack-jawed and speechless, and was guiltily aware that he was hardening in his pants as he watched Draco arch and writhe sinuously, breathy little moans escaping the blond�s parted lips.

�Oh Merlin,� Draco whimpered, thrusting into his fist.

�Shit!� Harry gasped, raggedly. �I have to go, Malfoy. Here, take your stuff.� He weakly held out the white cloth and the golden sickle for Draco to take back. The blond simply looked at him and bit his bottom lip, locking eyes with Harry�s as he increased the speed of his sliding fist.

�Harry,� Draco whispered. �Come here.�

Harry let out a stifled cry of desperation and stumbled forward helplessly, dropping the sickle and cloth to the ground. Draco pulled the dark-haired boy towards him and sealed their lips together, coaxing Harry�s mouth open with his tongue. Harry shucked off his encumbering gloves in frustration, and slid one hand into Draco�s hair, kissing him deeply. He reached down with his free hand to grasp Draco�s leaking erection, which caused the blond to moan hoarsely.

�More,� Draco begged, bucking his hips forward.

Harry increased his pace, devouring Draco�s mouth before moving to kiss his throat, greedily sucking at the silky skin. His fist slid easily over Draco�s cock, slicked with the pearly fluid that streamed steadily from the slit. Draco clutched at Harry, moaning and pleading as the pressure in his balls mounted, and when Harry squeezed and twisted on a downward stroke, Draco exploded, his scream muffled by Harry�s kiss.

�Oh, sweet Merlin,� Draco said, shakily. �That was amazing.� He kissed Harry hungrily, reaching for the other boy�s erection, which was nudging into his hip, and he moaned in disappointment when Harry pulled away.

�Draco, what about the offering?� Harry gasped, looking down at the streaks of come that Draco had spurted onto Harry�s cloak.

�What offering?� Draco asked, distractedly, as he attacked Harry�s clothes in an effort to free his obviously straining cock.

�For the Mistletoe,� Harry said, crying out as Draco slipped a cold hand into his pants.

�Oh,� Draco said, peering at the fallen sickle and cloth. He kissed Harry and smiled at him, wrapping his palm around the dark-haired boy�s thick length. �Harry, honestly...did you really think I needed extra points in Potions?�

�What?� Harry asked, in confusion, gasping when Draco bit into his neck.

�I saw you walking down to Hagrid�s,� Draco said, kissing and nipping at Harry�s jaw. �First opportunity I�ve had to get you alone in months. I could hardly believe my luck.� He stroked Harry firmly, enjoying the whimpers he was eliciting.

Harry gasped harshly as Draco tightened his grip, and let out an incoherent moan. �You planned this?�

�Wasn�t a plan as much as a fantasy,� Draco admitted, kissing Harry feverishly.

�But the sickle, the cloth?� Harry asked, thrusting into Draco�s fist.

�I transfigured my gloves,� Draco said, grinning wolfishly as he increased the pace of his pumping fist. �You can never accuse me of doing things half way.�

Harry moaned in response, no longer capable of coherent thought as waves of intense pleasure built within him, and he clung to Draco, bucking and shuddering as his orgasm pulsed strongly through him. He murmured unintelligibly into Draco�s neck while he waited for his heart to stop racing, hardly able to stand on his own.

�I think you liked that,� Draco whispered.

Harry nodded desperately. �Yes!�

�I think you�re going to want me to do this to you again,� Draco said, happily.

�Very much,� Harry replied, fervently. �At least once, maybe twice a day.�

�Perfect,� Draco said, kissing Harry thoroughly.

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�Bloody hell!� Ron cried in frustration. �Harry, can�t you two stop snogging for just five minutes? Five minutes, that�s all I ask!� He turned to Hermione for back up, but she simply rolled her eyes.

�Let them be, Ron, let�s go visit Hagrid,� she said.

Harry and Draco, who had been joined at the lips for weeks, didn�t even bother to come up for air to acknowledge their leaving.

A/N: A golden sickle (curved blade with short handle) and white cloth were used by Druids in their Mistletoe harvesting ritual, five days after the new moon following Winter Solstice. Their traditional offering was the sacrifice of two white bulls, not the kind of offering Draco was suggesting, though I should mention that the juice of the berries was thought to be the semen of the gods of the forest. One of the reasons Mistletoe was held sacred is because it never touches the ground, and that is why the white cloth was used to catch the cut branches as they fell.
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