fic: Secret Santa

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Title: Secret Santa
Author: leo_draconis
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut! Rimming, M/M slash
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco; Hermione, St.Nick
Prompts: I used these for ideas: 1) "It's Christmas and Harry is stuck at the Ministry Yule ball. Then he meets Malfoy (Draco). And the evening degenerates." 2) What Draco finds in his Christmas stocking.
A/N: This is totally PWP, just a bit of holiday smut. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas!




Draco Malfoy was a fucking tease. He was the sort of tease who didn't even know he was being a tease, and that was even worse.

Harry had wanted him for some time, and the fact that Draco didn't know anything about it and still insisted on being bloody sexy and gorgeous in front of him was just…just wrong. Harry had to see him nearly every day at the Ministry, walking around in the DMLE robes that made his arse look incredible. He didn't know when exactly it had begun, this infatuation, but it had snowballed into something that made him feel wild and out of control.

"I think I'm going to get out of here." Harry sighed and tugged at his collar. "I don't know what possessed me to come here."

"Harry, really. St. Nick hasn't even come yet!" Hermione pointed out.

He watched as Draco laughed with a few of their coworkers, looking positively edible in his silver robes. "He's not the only one," Harry murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing." Harry threw the rest of his drink back and left his glass on the bar. "I'm going up to my room."

"We can come up too…" Hermione offered halfheartedly. "Ron's just in the loo. We can come up when he gets back."

"You stay. You guys are having fun, and I'm just going to bed. Make use of the nice rooms they provided us."

"It is a lovely hotel." Hermione patted his shoulder. "Well, good night, then. You can always come back later if you change your mind."

"I won't, but thanks. Tell Ron good night for me."

"I will."

Harry glanced wistfully at Draco once more and headed for the lifts. A long bath followed by a leisurely wank on the enormous bed sounded like a fantastic idea.

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Draco was bored.

It was a nice hotel, and the Ministry had provided rooms for employees on a first come, first served basis. Draco had declined the offer, since he wasn't much of a drinker and he assumed the free lodgings would be more useful to those who wouldn't be able to Floo or Apparate safely after over-celebrating the holidays.

He watched Potter glower around the room and eventually leave with no small amount of lust stirring in his groin. The man was a sight to behold these days, and they'd come far enough to be able to exchange polite small talk. Draco was interested in more, but he wasn't at all sure how Potter would respond if he made advances. He didn't want to ruin their tentative truce, so he kept his desires to himself.

Draco was just excusing himself from yet another insipid conversation with a drunken coworker when a jolly man in a red suit burst into the room. The inebriated adults squealed with delight when St. Nick passed out Christmas stockings full of candy to everyone, and Draco rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar.

"And have you been a good boy this year?" St. Nick asked.

Draco jumped; he'd been staring off into space and hadn't realized the man had approached him. "Oh…not really."

"Naughty, eh? Just what I like to hear. This one's for you, Malfoy."

Draco raised an eyebrow and took the stocking, which was nicer and larger than those everyone else had received. Before he could respond, St. Nick was gone.

He frowned and looked inside the sock, then blushed and glanced around quickly. There was no trace of St. Nick anywhere in the room, and the other partygoers were trading sweets around and laughing. Draco slipped out the side door and moved toward the deserted lobby, where he peered into the stocking again.

Inside, there were three items – a hotel key card, a bottle of lube, and a large red-and-green striped dildo.

Draco had no idea who would have given him those items, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. What if it was some middle-aged woman from work? Or a pervy old man?

Likely, it was St. Nick himself. Whoever had donned that suit and given him the stocking had left awfully quickly, and he'd grinned at Draco suggestively from behind the white beard. He'd sounded fairly young, and maybe he was good looking…Draco bit his lip. He was awfully horny, having been staring at Potter all evening, and he could always turn and leave if the fellow ended up being hideous.

Draco looked at the room number on the key card and decided to be impetuous for once.

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Harry sprawled himself out on the plush mattress. The bed was huge, so he spread his legs as wide as he could and began stroking his cock slowly. He was still slightly damp from his shower, and he ran his free hand across his thigh to settle near his balls. He alternated between toying with his sac and rubbing a finger across his arsehole.

He groaned and dropped his head back as he fisted his cock with more speed. He didn't hear the sound of the lock disengaging, but he looked up sharply when a startled gasp rang through the room.

Draco Malfoy stood by the door, mouth open and eyes fixed on Harry's groin.

"Malfoy!" Harry squeaked.

"So it was you." Draco's face relaxed and a smile began to play at his lips. "You conveniently left the party early, before St. Nick showed up, and now…here you are. Well played."

"What?" Harry sat up and crossed his legs awkwardly. "I-"

"I must say, I didn't think you were interested. I'm so glad I was wrong. All I've been thinking about all night is fucking you."

"But – you have?"

"Mmm, yes. Fuck, Potter, you do make a pretty picture – all wanton and spread out for me like a holiday buffet. I brought your gift." Draco held up the stocking. "What do you say I give you what you want? On your knees, and show me that gorgeous arse of yours."

Harry shook his head in disbelief, but wasn't about to pass up the opportunity he'd been hoping for. He got to his knees and turned around, then dropped down on his elbows and pushed his arse out toward Draco. He felt a little foolish, but he was rewarded with a low groan from the other man and so he spread his knees further apart.

Draco all but ripped his own clothing off and crawled onto the bed behind Harry. "Merlin, Potter…I've wanted to see you this way for so bloody long. This…" Draco slapped Harry's arse and gripped the cheeks in his hands. "This is mine."

"Yes, it's yours," Harry whimpered in reply. Gods, it had been so fucking long since anyone had touched him, and he wanted Draco's hands on him so badly.

Draco squeezed Harry's cheeks and spread them to eye Harry's pucker hungrily. "I'm going to make you scream for me."

Harry thrust his arse toward Draco in response, and his cock swelled impossibly further at the lusty chuckle he received in return.

"I see you're all right with that. I'll give you what you asked for in a moment, but first, I must have my Christmas sweets." Draco ducked his head and licked Harry's entrance and then blew on it lightly. He grinned at Harry's moan. "Like that? You'll love this, then." He licked the pucker again, harder this time, and began to nibble at the skin around it.

Harry rested his head on his forearm and groaned helplessly as Draco devoured his hole. Lips, teeth, and tongue assaulted the tender flesh, and he felt his entrance throbbing from the stimulation. He wanted Draco inside him badly, and though the tongue that was currently in his arse felt incredible, he needed to be filled completely.

Draco reached for the cock that was bobbing heavily between Harry's legs and gave it a cautious stroke. Harry cried out and arched his back, and Draco laughed and pulled his hand back. "I thought so. Ready to explode, aren't you? Well, here's what you asked for."

He squeezed some lube onto the hard rubber shaft of the dildo and spread it around, then tossed the bottle aside. Pressing the head of the dildo lightly against Harry's hole, he twisted it a bit and then began to push it in. He watched breathlessly as Harry's body stretched and opened to accommodate the phallus.

"Fuck," Harry panted.

"Like that?"

"'S good…want you, though," Harry pleaded.

Draco's eyes darkened with lust at Harry's request. "Do you?"

"Yes…fuck me, Draco, please…" Harry clutched the pillow and circled his hips.

Draco moved the toy in and out of Harry a few more times and then got to his knees, pulled the dildo out, and pounded his cock into Harry's slick hole. Harry howled and pushed back, meeting Draco thrust for thrust.

"Fuck…Potter…so….good…" Draco grunted with each stroke.

"Harder," Harry moaned. "Hard as you can, Draco, I need it!"

Draco's vision blurred a bit as he fucked Harry with all he had. He swiveled his hips a bit until Harry cried out and tensed, and then he concentrated on hitting that spot again and again.

Harry nearly wept at the pleasure that consumed him as Draco battered his prostate relentlessly, and all too soon his balls were tight and his untouched cock was erupting with jet after jet of come. He called Draco's name hoarsely as his body shook and spasmed.

Draco gripped Harry's hips tightly and rode out the other man's orgasm before his own took him over the edge. He came with a shout and delivered a few parting thrusts before carefully withdrawing from Harry's passage and collapsing beside him.

"That was…" Harry began, then just laughed. "Fuck."

"Indeed." Draco studied him. "What made you decide to send me the stocking?"

"Huh?"

"Doesn't matter, I suppose, since it's finally happened. Mind if I sleep here? You can fuck me in the morning, and then we'll go get brunch." Draco curled up against Harry and went right to sleep.

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco and shook his head in amazement. I have no idea what he's talking about, but I'm so glad he's here. And who knew he'd turn out to be a cuddler?

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The next morning, after they'd shared their belated first kiss and the fuck Draco had promised, they went to brunch and then parted with plans to meet up again that evening. Harry all but floated to Ron and Hermione's flat to tell them the good news. Ron grimaced but offered up grudging congratulations, and Hermione hugged him.

After Harry left and Ron went to watch the telly, Hermione sat down to pen a letter.

George,

Thanks so much for delivering that stocking I gave you to Malfoy. It worked perfectly, and you made a smashing St. Nick.

Cheers,
Hermione

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*heeheeheehee* George and Hermione have been naughty, too :D

That was just the giggle I needed right now...thanks!