Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: A Light Surprise
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~4000 (*facepalm*)
Status: Complete
Summary: After Draco suffers a skiing accident, Harry makes everything better.
Warnings: Stripteasing!Santa.
Note: Advent drabble #9. Written for zebrui. Her prompt was — Hermione takes Ron, Harry and Draco on a skiing trip.

Also written for slythindor100's Special Holiday Challenge, which was picture #10.

This is the last long one, I hope. I pray. Oh, also, the theme of this fic? Kinda similar to my last one. I blame the slythindor100's pic. I mean, it demanded I write another awesome-boyfriend-Harry-looking-sexy-in-red fic.

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A Light Surprise

Draco sighed as he lay on a large bed, his upper body supported by several pillows, and his lower body covered by a warm blanket. He was listening to the shower running in the bathroom while bemoaning his pitiful situation. His whole body hurt, which was hardly surprising considering he had managed to break all his limbs. The healer that had visited a little while ago, had ordered rest and forbidden him to even move until tomorrow. His injuries were extensive and it would take time for the potions to take effect; therefore, Draco could do little but lie peacefully and stare at the ceiling.

The hotel room he was in was dimly lit by the twinkling Christmas lights of the ridiculously large Christmas tree. Earlier, Draco had to watch and do nothing as Harry dragged the tree inside, then decorated it all by himself, all the time prattling animatedly and cheerfully bustling around, clearly not caring that Draco was unwell.

What a way to spend their Christmas Eve, Draco thought sadly. He had been looking forward to this holiday when Hermione suggested they should all go skiing. The company of Weasley and Granger aside, spending time in a Muggle hotel room, surrounded by snow-covered mountains, and snuggled by the fireplace with Harry, seemed awfully exciting. On the other hand, skiing looked like the silliest sport ever. It was one thing Ron Weasley and Draco could agree on. Naturally, Draco had refused to participate. He was quite adamant about it, even after Harry had tried to assure him that it was really fun.

But then Granger messed it all up by saying, "Oh Harry, leave him alone. Skiing can be quite a frightening experience. He doesn't have to try if he doesn’t want to."

So of course, then both Weasley and he had to try, with their honour at stake and all. And that was how Weasley and Draco found themselves in bed, badly injured. Though Weasley got off light because he was a lucky bastard. Draco had the misfortune of having a random pine inconspicuously appear right in front of him.

And now his boyfriend disappeared into the bathroom and decided to stay there. The strange thing was that Harry had taken a bag with him. A bag. Into the bathroom. As though he planned to move in there until further notice. Draco had already pondered the possibility of getting up and bursting into the shower to check if Harry was secretly wanking in there. Draco would have done so but every movement caused him pain, besides, he had promised Harry he would stay still. He had to promise this since Harry had threatened to restrain Draco if he didn't do as told. And Harry probably didn't mean that in his usual kinky way.

The door of the bathroom finally opened, and Draco quickly looked over. He blinked in surprise after seeing Harry and then, unable to help himself, he burst out laughing. Every bone in his body ached, but Draco couldn't stop the chuckles from coming at the sight of his utterly ridiculous boyfriend.

At least now, Draco could guess what was in the bag. Harry walked closer, looking ludicrous in his overly large, red, Santa jacket that reached to his thighs while the fluffy ends of his sleeves nearly covered his hands. His trousers looked more like a part of Santa's red pyjamas than a proper pair of trousers, giving the overall impression that Harry had murdered the real Santa while he slept and snagged his clothes.

Forced to calm down, more due to pain than Harry's insulted glare, Draco panted, "Will you ever learn to buy clothes that fit?"

"This is all they had in the shop," Harry claimed, pursing his lips.

Draco chuckled. "I really doubt that."

"I mean, as far as Santa suits are concerned." Harry had reached the bed, and looked down at Draco a little hesitantly.

"And you had to buy a Santa suit because ...?"

Harry bit his lip, and ran a hand through his messy hair. "To amuse you?"

Draco cleared his throat, feeling just a little guilty for laughing at Harry. "I am amused," he proclaimed honestly.

"Hmm," Harry commented, and then climbed onto the bed. Surprisingly, he hadn't sat down or lay down next to Draco, but remained standing, trying to avoid stepping onto Draco's injured feet. "You are?" Harry asked, his hands flying up to unbutton the golden buttons of his red jacket.

"Very." Draco nodded, still chuckling. "Good show."

"Well, I guess there's no need for me to go through with my plan then. My goal was to amuse. This was easy, really," Harry pondered, finally unbuttoning the jacket. He cocked his head, stared at Draco, and then parted the jacket to reveal the familiar sight of lean, muscular chest. The fingers of his left hand toyed with the waistband of his Santa pyjamas, the bulge beneath the thin fabric now clearly visible. "So, you don't want to see the rest of my 'amuse Draco' plan?"

Draco had abruptly stopped laughing. It wasn't hard to guess what Harry had in mind, but Draco could hardly believe it. Harry couldn't have planned to have sex with him, though judging by the seductive look he directed at Draco, it certainly seemed that he had.

"You said we can't do anything. Because I can't move or do something tasking," Draco reminded, though he wished he could keep his mouth shut. He certainly didn't want Harry to change his mind.

Harry nodded seriously. "I thought about that some more and found a solution. You still can't move," Harry said sternly, shaking his finger at Draco. "You'll just have to let me do all the work. I only need to use one small ... er ... not exactly small," Harry amended with a grin, "part of your anatomy."

Draco licked his lips, very pleased with this plan. "The potions I drank might ... interfere with my performance," Draco remembered sadly. Mentally, he very much wanted to have sex, but his body hadn't been in the mood exactly, which was more depressing than anything.

"That's why I have a 'pique Draco's interest' plan," Harry said vainly, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his pyjamas, puling it down enough to reveal his hipbones and the dark, thick patch of downy pubic hair.

"You're full of plans," Draco praised, finally appreciating the situation. With Draco sat down on the bed, forced to be completely still, and Harry standing in front him, obviously naked beneath the ridiculous clothes, it was hard not to look forward to seeing what Harry had in mind. He had clearly planned to dedicate himself to Draco's entertainment. In addition, now that the jacket was unbuttoned and the view of Harry's torso was no longer hidden, the Santa suit looked a lot less ridiculous and a lot more interesting.

"I am." Harry smiled, raising his hand to trace idle circles over his chest, pausing to tweak a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Harry's breath hitched and his eyelashes fluttered as he did that, and all of Draco's blood rushed south. Apparently, the negative effects of potions Draco drank had no chance against a naked Harry.

However, the thumb that was still hooked beneath the waistband of Harry's pyjamas was causing Draco some distress.

"My interest is piqued. Please move onto the second stage of your plan," Draco said curtly.

Harry laughed, the play of muscles of his stomach capturing Draco's gaze. "Patience is a virtue?" Harry reminded sweetly, but Draco glared until Harry relented and pushed the pyjamas over his hips. They slid down to pool around Harry's ankles, leaving Harry almost nude, and prompting Draco to inhale deeply. In a funny moment, while stepping out of the pyjamas and kicking them away, Harry nearly fell, unstable on the squishy bed, but this time Draco didn't even think of laughing. He was too busy staring at Harry's heavy cock that bobbed with Harry's every move.

Now that Harry's lean body was revealed to Draco's gaze, the jacket actually looked nice. The red and white contrasted beautifully with Harry's golden skin, making Draco clench his fists, yearning to touch some — any — part of Harry, but preferably his heavy cock. However, he had to quickly unclench his hands as that simple move caused him pain.

"You're very single-minded," Harry accused, though he sounded pleased rather than upset.

Draco meant to drag his gaze away from Harry's cock to prove he was not in fact single-minded and could happily admire Harry's thighs for example, but Harry grabbed his cock then, stroking it leisurely. His hand slid over the length easily, though Draco had no idea when Harry had slicked his fingers.

Squirming on the bed, displeased he couldn't reach out and touch his lover, Draco whined, "Could you hurry?"

Harry laughed again. "Does suspense and foreplay mean nothing to you? I can't just jump you, surely."

"Since when?" Draco spluttered.

Harry grinned and released his cock, turning around. Draco opened his mouth to complain, since he could no longer see much due to the silly jacket, but then Harry placed his palms on the backs of his own thighs, right below the fluffy end of the jacket. Draco took a deep breath and held it as Harry looked over his shoulder, still grinning his maddening smile, and slowly edged his hands upwards.

"Is this a lesson in suspense?" Draco asked, gasping a little as Harry spread his legs and bent over a little, sticking his arse out and grabbing the end of the jacket, pulling it up over his thighs, unhurriedly revealing his firm buttocks.

It was really silly that Draco had to let out a shuddering breath at the sight of Harry's arse, framed by red and white. After all, he had seen that arse a thousand times before. He had nibbled those buttocks, and licked every inch of that smooth skin, but it had never looked quite so beautiful and inviting, if only just because Draco was well aware he couldn't grab those mounds possessively like he normally would.

Draco could do little but whimper when Harry pressed his wrist to the small of his back, holding the jacket trapped there, and spread his arse cheeks with his fingers, revealing his furrowed pucker. Then he reached beneath his body with his other hand, clearly wanting to give Draco a proper view. He circled his finger around his entrance teasingly, smearing sticky lube over it, making Draco wait with bated breath before he pushed the slick finger inside his hole. Despite the pain that it caused him, Draco reached for his cock, pressing his palm to his groin, sure that Harry was much too busy finger-fucking himself to notice.

"Hey! Stop that, or I'll stop!" Harry said suddenly, and Draco quickly moved his hand away. Harry sounded much too stern and collected for someone who was standing bent on the bed with his fingers in his arse.

"My arms don't hurt anymore," Draco lied, but then nearly yelped on Harry's behalf when Harry forcefully pushed two fingers into his hole, moving them rapidly and clenching around them, all the while circling his hips, clearly for no other reason but to drive Draco mad with desire. In all honesty, Draco was sure he could spend hours like this — watching his lover standing there, close but not close enough, panting loudly, and enthusiastically playing with his arse. Of course, Draco could watch for hours if only he had been allowed to wank. But since he couldn't, he whined, distressed. "Harry. You're obviously well-prepared," Draco informed his panting boyfriend.

"You think?" Harry asked breathlessly, moving his fingers in and out swiftly, the muscles in his thighs quivering from the effort to keep his bent position. "Oh!" Harry moaned after a particularly rough thrust that made Draco's breath hitch as though Harry was doing this to him and not to himself. Finally, Harry pulled his fingers away; breathing shallowly as though he had ran a race. He straightened, letting the jacket fall down and cover his arse, something that made Draco stick out his bottom lip in annoyance. But then Harry turned around and knelt, grabbing Draco's blanket and pulling it away. Then he moved upwards and reached for Draco's pillows, removing one of them carefully while supporting Draco's head with his hand. He smiled down at Draco, giving him one too short but sweet kiss, and then edged away again to grip the waistband of Draco's pyjamas.

"Rise up. Slowly," Harry ordered, and Draco did as he was told, hissing slightly as his injured bones protested the movement. Harry took off Draco's pyjama bottoms quickly, mindful of Draco's throbbing legs.

Draco was fully hard, his cock heavy, falling towards his stomach, and Harry licked his lips as he wrapped a hand around it. He leaned in, giving the leaking head one teasing, wet lick, humming lightly as though he had tasted a lollipop and then looked at Draco seriously.

"I have a plan, but if you're in a lot of pain, I could just use my mouth," he offered.

Draco shivered, torn between the desire to be inside Harry, since he had already prepared himself for Draco so thoroughly, and the desire to have Harry's lips wrapped around his cock while his tongue did wicked, sinful things to it.

"I want to see that plan," Draco decided.

Harry nodded and grabbed his wand, conjuring more lube. "Tell me if you're in pain. At any point," he all but pleaded.

"Nngh," was Draco's clever response, which was understandable since Harry had begun sliding his slick hand up and down Draco's cock.

"Good?" Harry purred his clearly rhetorical question.

Draco didn't answer, just sank deeper onto the pillows, concentrating on not bucking upwards into Harry's touch. A flash of a spell made him open his eyes quickly, but Harry had already tossed his wand away.

"What did you do?" Draco demanded, but instead of answering, Harry just released Draco's cock, straddled Draco's hips and lay down, right on top of him.

Draco gasped in shock, because not only had Harry stopped stroking him, but Draco could hardly believe that after all that tenderness Harry had bloody decided to squash him with his body.

"What are you ¬—" Draco stopped talking, looking up at Harry's smiling face. Now that the initial shock had passed, Draco realised he wasn't being crushed at all. He couldn't even feel Harry's weight, though it was clear that Harry was right there, lying on his body, which, logically, should have crushed Draco to death.

"Feather-Light Charm," Harry said importantly, then leaned in to slip his tongue between Draco's parted lips.

Distracted, Draco sucked on the tongue that invaded his mouth, as Harry's hands roamed over his body, slipping beneath his pyjama top, and then sliding down to caress his thighs. This was really a strange feeling. Draco could feel Harry's every move and touch, he could feel Harry's warm skin and his hot tongue, but he couldn't feel his weight. It felt as though he was caressed by a breeze, every touch feather-light, but still intense.

"This is odd," Draco breathed when Harry pulled back to place kisses over his cheek and jaw. "But good odd," he added, marvelling at how every kiss seemed new and different from what he was used to. Harry's kisses were usually smothering, though Draco didn't mind that either.

"Mmm," Harry agreed, lifting his head to look at Draco. "The spell made me feel all tingly. I feel I could fly."

"Well, I hope you won't float away. Wouldn't want you ending up stuck on the ceiling."

Harry laughed, but then reached down to grab Draco's cock in hand. "Well, just in case, we should make sure something holds me down." With that, he pressed the head of Draco's cock to his entrance, rubbing it teasingly against his cleft.

"Clearly you should push that in as quickly as you can," Draco instructed, moaning, managing to nod his head, and hopefully look convincing enough.

Harry did as asked, but sank slowly onto Draco's cock, letting Draco appreciate the tightness and heat that enveloped him, though the strangeness was still there. Harry's thighs should have gripped Draco's hips tighter, and his weight should have pinned Draco to the bed, but in the absence of those familiar feelings, the tightness around his cock seemed stronger than usual.

Humming softly, Harry circled his hips, letting Draco's cock slip out a little, before it was pulled back into the warmth. It was amazing to just lie and feel, and stare at Harry's concentrated expression, but this was clearly nothing but teasing, and therefore, ultimately unsatisfying. Harry's hands had slipped beneath Draco's pyjama top, bunching up the fabric as his palms settled on Draco's chest. Harry was probably leaning onto Draco with his whole weight, but Draco couldn't feel it. He could only feel the light touch of fingertips and slight stinging as Harry raked his nails down over his chest, towards his stomach, caressing every inch of skin he could reach.

Draco moaned and curved his spine, pushing his torso towards Harry's hands, silently demanding more, but his arms protested immediately, hurting something awful.

"No bucking!" Harry ordered.

Draco closed his eyes and took a few calming breaths before he opened them again to look up at Harry. "Shouldn't we be doing something that rhymes with bucking?"

"Oh yeah. I knew I had a plan," Harry said in mock surprise, then straightened, and jumped up a little.

Draco gasped and moaned in bliss and relief, finally feeling some proper friction.

"This is funny," Harry chuckled, grinning like a loon and jumping up again. "I might really float away."

Wanting more, Draco squirmed and all but pleaded, "Harry ... If it's not a problem, could you stop acting childish and do something constructive?"

"Stop squirming. You have to be still," Harry sighed. "Your bones are broken —¬"

"Your bones will be broken too if you don't move! Now!" Draco snapped. His cock was throbbing painfully, as well as his whole body, more from inaction than injuries.

Harry chuckled but didn't protest again. He jumped up lightly, sinking down with a little gasp of pleasure. This time though he didn't stop moving, but continued, his movements fluid and fast, leaving Draco breathless in no time. Struggling to keep still, Draco kept his eyes open to stare at Harry as he bounced up and down, continuously impaling himself on Draco's cock, a familiar expression of wonder on his face as his gasps increased in volume and intensity.

Harry grabbed his cock in his hands, jerking himself off roughly in time with his twitching hips. Draco bit his lip, almost painfully, in effort to stop himself from bucking upwards as he desperately wanted to. Instead, he concentrated on watching his lover as he threw his head back, his lips parting and Adam's apple bobbing, every muscle in his body quivering. The sight was amazing ¬— though still in his silly red jacket, Harry no longer looked ridiculous, but beautiful. A sheen of sweat covered his body, as the faint light cast shadows over it, accentuating every hard ridge and curve. Harry's hands sped up, and his mouth fell open to let out a loud groan as sticky, white fluid, dripped over his hands and onto Draco's stomach.

The tightness around Draco's cock became nearly unbearable as Harry clenched his muscles around him, squeezing and moving faster, riding out his orgasm. Satisfyingly, he hadn't paused to rest, not even for a moment, but continued to jump up and down, now only dedicated to bring Draco pleasure. Harry pressed his hands onto Draco's chest, holding him down as he clenched his inner muscles even harder, his every move bringing Draco closer to the brink.

Harry looked down at him, his eyes burning, the green swallowed by the black of his pupils, and hair wild, as though he had been out flying.

"Come on, Draco. Come for me," Harry ordered in a scratchy voice, and Draco shuddered instantly. With a yelp, he bucked up and came into Harry's clenching hole, his body quivering as pleasure coursed through him for a wonderfully long moment, draining him of the last remnants of his energy.

Harry was still moving, massaging Draco's cock with his muscles, and caressing Draco's chest and stomach, as though trying to soothe Draco's quivers. Draco's body was still tingling when Harry collapsed on top of him, though Draco barely felt it; he could only feel Harry's hot puffs of air against his neck.

"Are you in pain? Are you okay? " Harry breathed, sounding very worried. Draco knew him well enough to detect the underlying guilty tone of his question.

"Yes and oh yes," Draco said with a content sigh.

Harry was silent for a moment, then he raised his head and peered at Draco's face. "Are you in a lot of pain? Maybe you should take more potions?"

"Maybe you could stop annoying me by channelling my mother. It's slightly disturbing, Harry. Please, stop."

Chuckling, Harry rose up, letting Draco's softening cock slip out of him, and then he cast some cleaning charms and settled back. He pulled a blanket over them as he snuggled closer, still lying weightless on top of Draco.

"This is nice," Draco said happily. "We should cast this charm more often. You're not crushing me as usual."

Draco felt Harry's lips stretch into a smile against his neck. "Awww," Harry cooed. "So we could snuggle more easily after sex? How sweet!"

Draco clenched his jaw and squirmed around furiously. "Oh shove off, Potter," he grumbled, trying to buck Harry off.

"I'm joking! I'm sorry," Harry apologised quickly, pressing kisses to Draco's collarbone. "Just teasing. This is nice. I don't want to move." Harry snuggled even closer, determinedly not letting Draco push him away.

"That's because you're the snuggling girl, of course."

"Of course," Harry agreed patiently.

Clenching his hand a little, testing the feeling, Draco raised his arms and wrapped them carefully around Harry.

"Don't move —"

"Shut up," Draco said quickly, trapping Harry into a firm hug. "I'm fine. I won't let a stupid, sneaky tree ruin my Christmas plans." Plans that consisted of much Harry-snuggling, but there was no need to confess that to Harry.

Harry looked up at him, smiling widely and looking oddly proud. "Speaking of the stupid tree ... I've avenged you, you know," he declared. At Draco's confused look, he jerked his head in the direction of their Christmas tree. "Doesn't that tree look familiar?" Harry waggled his eyebrows smugly.

Draco blinked, incredulous. "No!" he gasped. "You didn't!" He looked at the tree carefully. It was large, which was the only thing Draco remembered about it, but there was no reason to doubt Harry. "You killed the tree?" he breathed, amazed.

"With an axe," Harry bragged. "It was hard, I have to say. But it felt good. Cathartic. The stupid thing had it coming," Harry said almost seriously. "No one attacks my boyfriend. Especially not trees." He leaned in for a lingering, gentle kiss, before he pulled back and sniffled. "That was the scariest thing I saw in my life, you know. You slamming into that thing. Please, never try to ski again." Harry looked at him pleadingly, clearly still upset.

Wincing a little, Draco reached up to brush a lock of dark hair from Harry's forehead, touched by Harry's worry, and torn between feeling amused by Harry's avenging ways and feeling sad, imaging Harry attacking a — truthfully — innocent tree that nearly took away his boyfriend. "I won't," Draco soothed. "Don't see the appeal of it anyway. It has nothing on flying."


"Agreed," Harry said, smiling, and after another kiss, he settled his head back in the crook of Draco's neck. "Sorry, this is probably my fault. I shouldn't have tried to talk you into it."

Draco rolled his eyes, knowing Harry couldn't see him. "Don't be daft. This wasn't your fault," he said, kissing the top of Harry's head. "There's only one person to blame here."

"How very mature of you," Harry praised, sounding impressed.

Draco nodded, then bit his lip worriedly. "Harry, I hope this won't have any bearing on our relationship, but I want you to know ..." Draco sighed and then continued determinedly, "When we get back home, I'm afraid Granger will have to face attempted murder charge."

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Fin

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