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Harry Potter and the Prince of Ice	By : Neverwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Anal, Angst, Fingering, H/C, HJ, M/M, Oral, Rim, Solo, Spank. I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I do not recieve money for this in any way. For entertainment purposes only.

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Author's Note: The censored version of this chapter will appear on fanfiction.net. The more adult version will appear on adult-fanfiction.org.
This chapter has spanking in it. Although I don't think this will be a common theme within the story, it will pop up on occasion. Just be warned, and remember that Harry's birthday is coming up ;)

Chapter 5: Birthday Boy #1

Harry felt both guilty and annoyed. When he had woken up, he had known that it was the fifth of June but hadn't thought anything of it. To him, it was just Friday. A good day, but nothing special. Until he got an owl from Hermione, of all people.

He had been standing in the room he had converted into a sort of office, where he was keeping track of the developments in the Ministry's efforts to capture all of the Death Eaters who fought for Voldemort. He didn't let Draco see that he was keeping up with what he prayed would not turn into a Salem witch hunt. Draco never mentioned Death Eaters or the after-effects of the war, so Harry chose not to either.

He was deep in contemplation of an alleged Death Eater capture in Durham when an owl began pecking at the window. He opened it and let the owl in, noting with a bit of surprise that it belonged to Hermione. He gently untied the string holding a small box and saw not one, but two envelopes. One addressed to him, another addressed to Draco. Setting the box aside, he opened the letter addressed to him and began to read.

Dear Harry,

I don't know if Draco would welcome a birthday gift from any of us, but it is important to try and cooperate with each other after all the trials we have all faced. You have said that Draco is a better person, and although I am reserving judgment, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. Please give him the gift and the card, it is from Ron and me. And make sure you do something nice. Everybody deserves to have a good time on their birthday.

Sincerely,
Hermione

Harry was flabbergasted. He had had no idea that today was Draco's birthday. He wasn't even sure how Hermione knew. Harry felt bad that he hadn't known, despite having no real way of knowing. He was also annoyed at Draco for not mentioning it at breakfast that morning. He pondered over why Draco wouldn't have at least mentioned it, and the only solution he came up with was that Draco didn't want to make a fuss or seem sentimental. Still, Harry agreed with Hermione. Everyone deserved a good birthday. A plan already forming in his mind, he spelled the door shut and performed a silencing charm before stepping over to his fireplace. He had no time to waste if this was to work.

…

“Where are we going?”

Harry rolled his eyes. Although the new truce they had formed was a bit easier, there was no one fool enough on earth to say it was easy. Although Harry and Draco had learned enough about each other to realize that they weren't the same antagonistic schoolboys, there were plenty of moments where either of them resembled their former antagonistic schoolboy selves. Now, Draco was doing a spot-on impersonation of an irritable and slightly whiny child. He'd been asking Harry that question since they had left the house twenty minutes ago. Harry had made them walk instead of apparate, claiming that there was no safe place. He led Draco down the various streets of London, feeling the calming sensation of being one of the crowd. He kept close to Draco as he led him towards their destination, hoping that the plan would go off without a hitch. As they turned the final corner, he spotted Pansy Parkinson waiting just outside the door. Thankfully, the crowd was bustling enough that Draco wouldn't be able to see her unless he already knew she was there, like Harry did. She gave Harry a sign to wait for five minutes before ducking into the restaurant. Harry growled under his breath in impatience and frustration, trying to think of a way to distract an already very impatient and frustrated Draco.

“Potter, for Merlin's sake, where are we going?”

Harry thought it was very Slytherin of him to see an opportunity and take it in this way, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that anymore. He discarded that train of thought as he rounded on Draco, making the other man take a step back before he caught himself.

“Draco. Could you maybe wait five minutes before crying at me?”

Draco seemed shocked, and Harry wasn't surprised that he was. Although they had been more friendly than before, they were still walking on eggshells around each other after that one incident where Harry and Draco agreed on a real truce. Although they chatted and slowly got to know each other, it was very stilted and polite, not at all smooth or natural. To go back into the comfortable but tetchy bantering was a risk neither of them had wanted to take at this point. Draco seemed unsure of what to do, and Harry worried that Draco was still thinking he would tattle to the Ministry if Draco stepped out of line.

“I...um...” Draco finally said. Harry pressed on.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

Draco's face became both disgusted and confused. “What in the world?”

Harry dropped the act of pretending to be irritated, which only confused Draco more. He didn't understand why, it's not like Harry had ever been a great actor. Except when playing dead, but his mind shied away from that. “It's another Muggle phrase. It means you are speechless from surprise when you should be talking.”

“Oh.” Draco said, blinking owlishly. “Well, then.”

Suddenly, Draco squinted at something behind Harry. “Is that Pansy?”

Harry turned around, and Parkinson gave him a discreet signal that all was well. Harry smiled gratefully before turning back to Draco.

“So it is.” Harry said, as if he met parolees on the street every day. “Shall we go talk to her?”

Harry's heart broke a little as he saw the look of utter longing on Draco's face. “She's on leave. We can't be seen together.”

Harry put his hand on Draco's arm. Draco jumped, but didn't shove him away as Harry expected. He looked at Harry, probing his eyes for...well, Harry wasn't sure what for. Signs of trickery, he supposed.

“Do you trust me?” Harry asked. And although he had originally been intending to ask only about this specific instance, Harry felt the enormity of the question hanging between them. He realized that he wanted Draco to trust him completely, not just as a temporary host. He also realized just then how much trust Draco had already placed in him. The thoughts caused a mix of sensations within him: hope, sadness, gratuity, and another feeling Harry didn't care to examine. He watched Draco work the question over, and realized that Draco had also decided that the question was intended for more than a simple meeting between old friends. He watched the expressions flit across Draco's face as he thought it over, hardly able to see an emotion before it was replaced by another. Finally, Draco looked deep into Harry's eyes. Harry waited, holding his breath.

“I trust you.” Draco said, adding a solemn nod to affirm his words.

Harry felt himself breathe again, and was surprised to feel as if a weight were removed from his chest. He couldn't help but smile, and he saw another flash of surprise before Draco gave a small smile in return. A voice cleared their throat right behind Harry, and he saw Draco school his expression before he turned around.

“If you two are quite finished,” Pansy said pointedly, “I would like to borrow my friend.”

Harry stepped back. “He's all yours. I'll be inside.”

Pansy nodded to him. They were also at an uneasy truce, but Harry had seen how guilty she truly felt when she had apologized for trying to hand him over to Voldemort. He had forgiven her, and although they would never be friends, he hoped there would be no more tension.

Harry walked inside The Chasing Dress, a very nice restaurant that he had found out about just today when he and the others had debated on where to hold Draco's surprise party. He entered a small hallway whose floor was made of marble. He had been told that The Chasing Dress had a strict dress code, and had been surprised Draco hadn't figured everything out the moment he had insisted they wear suits.

“Reservation for Potter, party of eight.”

The man looked down his nose at Harry, but Harry had enough experience with that sort of attitude to not even flinch. The man sighed as if doing his job was the most burdensome thing anyone could ask of him before consulting his chart.

“Very well.” The man said. “Your...party is waiting in the sitting room just to the left. We do not need any disturbances in the main dining room. At all.”

Harry smiled brightly just to spite the man. “Thanks.” He turned and headed towards the group of Slytherins assembled in the small sitting area. They acknowledged Harry's presence but kept chatting amongst themselves, which suited Harry just fine. He was only here for one person anyway. They didn't have to wait long before he saw Draco shuffling towards them, his eyes covered by Pansy's hands as she walked behind him. She had him stop and counted to three, at which point all people in their party other than Draco yelled, “Surprise!”

Harry wished he had had a camera. The look of utter disbelief replaced by pleasure was something Harry didn't think he could ever forget. After all the drama and grief of the war, it was nice to do something like this again. He hung back as Draco reunited with his friends. He would have gone home and let them have their night together without him, but the Ministry only allowed it under the guise that Harry was on the lookout for any suspicious behavior as a parole officer. When Pansy insisted that they go ahead to their table, Harry was surprised when Draco told the group to go on without them. Pansy gave Draco an inquisitive look, but lead the rest of the group to the dining room. Draco walked up to him, looking painfully awkward.

“You're missing your birthday party.” Harry spoke up. Draco looked at him, smoothing his hair into place in a nervous habit.

“Yeah.” Draco said, then cleared his throat. “I wanted to...thank you. You didn't have to do all this.”

Harry shrugged. “It was Hermione's idea. And she was right, no one deserves to have a miserable birthday.”

Draco looked surprised that Hermione would be that generous, but chose not make a comment. “Well, I suppose this puts me in your debt twice now.”

Harry shook his head. “I refuse to have you owe me for your own bloody birthday. If you really feel like you need to make it up to me, then do it by having a good time. Then we'll call it even.”

Draco gazed at Harry, considering. “A Slytherin would have taken the opportunity to hold something over me.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “A Gryffindor would know better than to try to owe someone over a basic right.”

“Well, a Slytherin would have come up with the idea on their own.”

“A Gryffindor-”

“Hey!”

Harry and Draco leapt apart, only then realizing that their faces had been inches away from each other. Harry and Draco both tried and failed to hide a blush as Pansy stalked over to them. She pointed a finger at Draco.

“You, play nicely.” Pansy said, making an impatient noise when Draco tried to argue. She turned her finger to point at Harry. “And you, stop fighting with the birthday boy.”

Draco smirked as Harry stood there not quite knowing what to say. He glanced over and saw Draco gloating, and was about to make a retort when Pansy slapped a hand over his mouth.

“I'm warning you, Potter.”

Harry gave her a small glare, but nodded in acquiescence. She grabbed Draco by the arm and began dragging him to their table, muttering about boys and their lack of intelligence. Harry grinned as he followed behind, sticking his tongue out at Draco when Pansy wasn't looking. Draco glared at him, but didn't have time to retaliate before they arrived at their table. The look in his eyes, however, promised retribution.

…

Harry had had a surprisingly pleasant time. He had mostly spent the time at dinner listening to the Slytherins conversing and learning more about Draco than he had ever imagined. It seemed that the Slytherin tradition of friendship was to embarrass each other mercilessly, and some of them were not afraid to use Harry to do it. He didn't think he would ever forget Theo leaning in and stage whispering details of a particularly drunken night of Truth or Dare. It was a full three minutes of mental imaginings before Draco paused in his conversation with Millicent long enough to overhear Theo, at which point he threatened to reveal something about a fish that Theo had done, which was enough to end the very interesting confession. He also would never forget Draco's face as he realized that the coveted bottle of Acromantula venom came from none other than Hermione Granger. Harry was curious how she had come by it, but was distracted as after Draco had opened his last present, Goyle had suggested they head to the back of the restaurant where the bar was. Harry followed the group as they made their way back, and was surprisingly included in the neverending birthday toasts. By the time he and Draco were on their way home, they were staggering drunk.

They burst through the front door, using each other to keep their balance. They were laughing very hard at how bad their balance was. They both looked at the stairs, then at each other before going to the dining room. As drunk as they were, they still had just enough wits about them to know how disastrous stairs would be at this point.

Harry sat down heavily on a chair, a sea of Firewhisky in his stomach and brain. He patted his lap.

“Come on, time for your birthday spankings.”

Draco sputtered, which ended up just being a raspberry. “Birthday spankings? Is this one of your stupid Muggle things?”

“Yeah.” Harry said. “Every birthday, you get one spank for each year you've been alive. Then one for growth for the next year.”

Draco scrunched up his face, which made Harry laugh again. “That's stupid. And it makes no bloody sense. What do spankings have to do with birthdays?”

Harry looked down at his lap as if it held the answer. “I don't know.” He looked up at Draco, grinning like an idiot. “But it's tradition, and Malfoys love tradition.”

Sober Draco would have sneered while he explained the utter ridiculousness of that statement. But Sober Draco was nowhere to be found, and Drunk Draco thought Harry's argument made a lot of sense.

“Do I have to be across your lap, though?” Draco said. “Isn't that, like, undignified?”

Harry frowned. “It's the way it's always done.”

Draco nodded solemnly, as if this were a very serious matter. “I suppose there's nothing for it then.”

He draped himself across Harry's lap, nearly falling on the floor twice before he was settled, and still unsteady afterward. Harry had to keep an arm wrapped underneath him to keep him from sliding off. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply on the man's backside. Draco gasped, as if he had thought Harry wouldn't go through with it.

“One.” Harry said before giving Draco's ass another spank. “Two.”

At around spank seven, Harry noticed a funny feeling. He could feel himself getting aroused, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe having Draco in such close proximity to his cock. He decided that must be it as he continued to spank Draco, alternating cheeks and occasionally rubbing it in. At spank twelve, he felt Draco beginning to stir against his arm. He wondered at that, but decided it was the stimulation from rubbing against his arm. Six more spanks, and both of their cocks were hard.

“Only one more.” Harry said. His voice was deep and gravelly, his arousal affecting him strongly now. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Draco said. His voice was low as well, but breathy instead of rough. Harry could feel that his breathing was a little faster and shallower than normal. He also noticed that he wasn't breathing normally either. As he raised his arm for the last spank, a feeling in the back of his head said that there was something here that hadn't been before. An element that had slowly grown the longer Draco was on his lap, his bottom getting warmed by Harry's hand. But he was too drunk for the idea to fully form, and he brought his hand down in one last, firm spank.

“And one more for growth.” Harry muttered. He told himself to help Draco stand and to find a place to sleep for the night. But his body stayed where it was, his hand rubbing circles over Draco's ass. Draco moaned softly under his breath, his hips twitching every now and then to follow Harry's hand.

“You know,” Draco said, “I'm already plenty tall. So I don't need the one for growth. You should give me another one to take it back, or I might grow too much.”

Sober Harry would have seen right through that ruse and seen the request for what it was. But Drunk Harry wasn't quite as astute, and he thought Draco made sense.

“Yeah, you're already taller than me.” Harry said. “You don't need to be any taller.”

He raised his hand and gave Draco's left cheek a smack.

“Now they're uneven.” Draco said, panting. “The right side is still going to grow.”

“Can't have that.” Harry agreed, smacking his right cheek.

“Better do another on each side. Just to be sure.” Draco was squirming against Harry's lap, his cock rubbing against Harry's arm.

“Can't be too careful.” Harry said, giving Draco two more smacks. Then he smacked him again. And again. He kept going, until Draco stiffened and cried out. Harry felt Draco's pants become damp. The surprise and shock got through to him, and he set Draco down for standing up and taking a couple steps away.

“What's the matter?” Draco asked. Harry shook his head, holding his arm where Draco's wet spot had rested against it. Part of him wanted to scrub it off, and parted of him wanted to flick his tongue out and taste it. He was very, very confused.

“I'm not gay.” He said, although he was talking to himself more than Draco. Draco's eyebrows nearly shot up to the roof.

“The bloody hell you're not.” Draco said, getting unsteadily to his feet. “I felt you. You were hard. You're still hard.”

Harry didn't bother to deny it. His trousers were tented out in a very obvious way.

“Still not gay.” He muttered, but Draco still heard it.

“Yeah?” Draco said, stepping forward until he and Harry were nose to nose. He reached out and grasped Harry's bulge, pulling a gasp from Harry, then a soft moan as he caressed it through the slacks.

“If you're not gay,” Draco said evilly, “then you won't come.”

Almost as if his body were under Draco's control, Harry spasmed and gasped as he came. He slumped backward until his shoulder hit the wall, leaning against it as he panted hard. It wasn't the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had, but it was one of the better ones.

“Now that we have that settled,” Draco said drolly, “I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams.”

He left the room, deciding to brave the stairs after all. Harry stayed in the dining room, standing against the wall for several minutes as his drunken mind tried to process everything that had just happened. Deciding he would have to wait until he was sober, he sat in one of the dining room chairs until he fell into a restless sleep.
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