Word Count: 978
Rating: PG-13 this part
Prompt: Day 5 traditional - Hershey's kisses
Warning: Suggestion and drama
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns them, not me. This is for mischief's sake, not profit.
Author's Notes: This is for slythindor100 's Christmas challenge picture prompts. Sequel of Part one, Part two, Part three & Part four
Harry glanced at the box of ornaments which was beneath the book-laden shelves. Even after they had decorated Malfoy's tree, it overflowed with green and red baubles.
"Hope Ron tells George what I said!" growled Harry menacingly.
"Your friends seemed in a hurry," said Draco, gazing intently at the portrait above the shelf. He could have sworn there was an old wizard there a few moments before.
"Reckon they had to pick up that plant your mother mentioned and take it to Neville." Harry's hand snaked towards his pocket, fingering the silver Snitch which he had kept from Kreacher's plum pudding.
"Very thoughtful of Mother," drawled Draco. "Didn't know she was friends with Longbottom's grandmother."
"Yeah." Harry squinted and leaned forward. From the lower branches of the tree hung a thread which had a golden Christmas bauble; Harry held the frayed end on his hand, the ball swinging limply back and forth like a tired Snitch as he turned to face Draco. "Isn't it strange? Looks like someone took the ornaments off the tree."
"Don't look at me like that, Harry," said Draco. He stared at a green bauble whose surface reflected the white threads on his chest which contrasted starkly against his robes. "Do you think I ordered the house-elves to do it?"
Harry's eyes gleamed with want as he noticed the garlands of popcorn that hugged Draco's neck.
He snorted. "I doubt it; even you are not Slytherin enough." Then he reached his hand and fingered a garland, before lifting it off Draco's head.
"Potter, what in Merlin's name are you doing?" said Draco indignantly.
Harry didn't answer; he just broke the thread and started eating the popcorn, staring so avidly at Draco, the blond shuddered, feeling as cornered as the Snitch in one of their Quidditch games.
"Hungry, Potter?" said Draco, licking his lips.
"You bet," Harry said heatedly.
Harry shivered because their exchange brought to his mind their Second Year confrontation in front of Lockhart and Snape. After the wild occurrences with his magic started to multiply, Harry examined his memories in search of a clue. His remembrances of Hogwarts were indelibly entwined with Malfoy, Harry had realised. He and Draco had so much history together - hateful at that – Harry had not been sure whether to give in to his attraction for the blond until he recalled the day he watched Snape's memories. Amidst the rivalry of his father, Sirius and Severus, Harry remembered sharply the look of loathing that stamped his mother's face when she looked at James. If Lily and James had ended up married, reasoned Harry to himself, why could he not give in to the fire that coursed through his veins whenever he thought of Draco? Especially since his relationship with Ginny had withered away like Devil's Snare exposed to bluebell flames.
Harry came to the present when he felt Draco's hand patting his flat abdomen. He was so startled he stumbled backwards and would have fallen into the tree if not for Draco's sure grip on his forearm.
"Careful, Harry." Draco gazed around the room, tilting down his chin at the ominous rumble coming from Harry's stomach.
"You really are hungry," he said wonderingly.
Draco fished out his wand from his pocket. "What do you say to a stroll along the river? Frankly, I'm tired of decorating." He cocked his head at the corner, where the multiplying baubles had hidden the lower shelves.
Harry's fingers fumbled as he tried to unwrap the sweet until Draco gently took it from him. Lifting an eyebrow at Harry, he peeled off the red cover of the chocolate with studied ease and held it towards Harry.
"Where did you learn to handle Hershey's kisses?" said Harry suspiciously.
"Gringotts has business all over the world. Some of those places are far away from Wizarding establishments." He looked sharply at Harry. "Open up."
Blushing, Harry closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, his teeth closing around the soft treat. He groaned when Draco's thumb brushed against his lips as the blond pushed the chocolate gently against his tongue.
Finally, Draco swiped his thumb along Harry's chin, caressing softly the stubble before he stood up. He brushed the seat of his robes whilst he gazed at the green fields. "I've learned that Muggles do some things better."
Harry lifted his knee to hide his burgeoning erection though, he realised ruefully, Draco might not have had the same reaction.
"We are near Winterbourne Stoke," said Draco, waving his hand at the copse of trees. "Weasley and I went there after the owner informed the goblins of a hidden treasure." He snorted disdainfully, "It was a false alarm, I reckon. Besides, my magic caused their horse to sprout wings."
Harry bit back a chuckle at the imagery of Draco handling the newly-created Pegasus.
Draco crossed his arms behind his back and turned to look at Harry. "What about your job?"
"Nothing as interesting," said Harry with a shrug. "Reckon my magic affected Ron's spellwork. He once caused a Dark wizard to sink to the floor up to his chest."
"That must have been scary."
"Ron managed to calm the bloke." Harry fisted the grass and sighed. "I miss action, you know."
"I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this," Draco said, biting his lip.
Harry's attention was concentrated on Draco so he didn't notice the tall grass swaying near the copse of oaks, where a sleek fox suddenly transformed into a witch.
"How dare you!" shrieked the woman whose twisted, haggard features reminded Harry of Bellatrix.
He stood up and lifted his hand, prepared to cast a wandless shield around Malfoy and himself. But Harry's heart clenched painfully when he saw Draco jumping towards the intruder. Before he could cast the shield, the witch stabbed her wand at them and yelled, "Sectumsempra."