This is my first post in DracoTops_Harry, what to speak of my first post in any LJ community. I decided to start off with a gift to Lani, whom you all
I will be posting more gift fics leading up to Christmas, so look out for them here or check my journal. Anyway, please enjoy. ♥
Merry Christmas, lanisfanfiction!!
Title: With Just Three Senses (Touch, Sight, and Sound)
Author name and email: MalikaMoonbeam; email@example.com
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Category(s): Romance, Humor
Summary: Harry’s sick on Christmas Eve with the cold that was given to him by his boyfriend, Draco, whom has dedicated himself to taking care of his under the weather Harry. Smut ensues. Merry Christmas, Lani!
Disclaimer: I’m only borrowing JK Rowling’s wonderful characters to play in my dream world. They do *not* belong to me, nor am I making any profit off of this story. I mean no harm.
Author’s Note: Give thanks to my wonderful beta, Julie, to whom I really cannot enunciate how much of a help she is.
Lani requested a story for a Christmas gift. Her exact words were as follows:
”Someone to write me a H/D fic with sick!Harry or sick!Draco, fluff and sex *laughs* (you all should know by now I'm a major sucker for hurt/comfort!)”
How could I not oblige that? With love from me, please enjoy your story, Lani!
Snow fell down gently from the sky to create a blanket of white outside of Hogwarts castle, and down in the dungeons under the lake it was freezing cold. But there was one room that was toasty, Draco Malfoy’s private room. He was currently watching over his sick boyfriend, who had caught the cold from none other than himself. Madame Pomfrey had given Harry a Pepper-up potion among other things to get well, but he was supposed to rest and relax for the next few days. Draco had insisted that Harry stay in his room where he could take care of him, and that’s where the two lovebirds were now.
Draco, smiling, crossed his room to where Harry was tucked into bed. A roaring fire was the only light in the cozy room, but it was plenty. He sat down gently next to Harry and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s damp forehead. Harry was still asleep after an hour or so of rest. Draco was very content with just looking at his sleeping angel, but his heart warmed considerably when Harry’s sparkling green eyes opened to stare back at him.
“How are you feeling, love?” Draco whispered the question with concern etched on every portion of his face.
Harry smiled, “Dreadful, really.” His voice croaked when he spoke, and his stuffy nose gave him a nasally tone.
Draco reached for a glass of water that was on the bedside table, and handed it to Harry, who sat up.
“Thanks,” Harry said and then lifted the cup to his lips. The water trickled down his throat, cooling and refreshing him. After he finished off the glass he flopped back down on the bed and groaned.
“My poor Harry love is sicky on Christmas eve!” Draco cooed as he gently tucked Harry back in. “There there, do you need anything, my sweet little reindeer?” He whispered as he kissed Harry on the cheek.
Harry smiled despite the fact that his head felt as if it would roll off of his shoulders. “You really don’t need to fuss; it’s only a cold…” He said, trailing off with a coughing session.
“It’s only a cold? Why that’s nonsense! You’re lying there, helpless, and with that wretched tickle in your throat. You need rest and relaxation! Madame Pomfrey said so herself.” He said, fretting while he pressed his wrist to Harry’s head. “And you feel a bit warm, like you have a low-grade fever.”
Wrinkling up his nose, Harry nodded. “Yeah, that about sums me up, Draco,” he snorted and then yawned. His eye lids were getting droopy and hard to hold up again. Draco chuckled to himself as he watched his Harry drift off into another bout of sleep. When Harry began to snore lightly, he got up and crossed the room to a section of the wall, shaped and formed exactly like a window. The area was spelled to show a specific place on the Hogwarts grounds along with the current weather.
As he looked out, a song was playing on what was the equivalent of a Muggle radio for Wizards. Draco smiled as he listened to it.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful,
and if there’s no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…
Half an hour had past when Harry woke up again, and night had fallen. Draco was sitting by his faux-window, staring out and apparently in such deep thought he didn’t hear Harry not-so-quietly sneak up on him. Only did he break from the confines of his mind when Harry wrapped his arms around his neck from behind and licked the shell of his ear.
“Someone’s awake,” Draco said with a smile and leaned back into Harry’s embrace. “How are you feeling now?”
“Kind of awful,” said Harry. Draco snorted.
“Just kind of? Well, I guess that’s an improvement on ‘dreadful’.”
“Guess what else I’m feeling?”
Harry stepped out from behind the chair and straddled Draco’s lap. “Kind of feisty,” he whispered close to his boyfriend’s ear. Draco snorted yet again, but curled his arms around Harry’s waist.
“You’re the only person I know who can get horny with a full-blown cold.”
Harry laughed. “How do you think I got the cold from you, Draco?” He said, remembering their heated kiss the other day.
Draco didn’t reply, instead he leaned forward and captured Harry’s lips which soon turned into another passionate kiss when Harry eagerly responded. They were both hard and in moments were frantically rubbing and grinding against each other. It didn’t take long before they were close to coming, but neither wanted to just yet, so they stopped and opened their eyes to look at one another.
“Harry, what do you want?” Draco asked in a breathy voice.
“Make love to me?”
Draco nodded and they quickly moved to the bed, leaving various clothing items strewn all over the floor in the process. By the time they’d laid down they were completely undressed. Draco reached for a small vial of oil and wasted no time in preparing Harry thoroughly. They were both moaning as Draco entered his boyfriend, and then their mouths were sealed in a loving kiss as he picked up the rhythm. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist and started thrusting against him and let out a keening sound as Draco kissed his way down Harry’s neck, licking and nibbling as he went.
Draco knew he was going to come very soon, so he snaked his hand in between them and stroked Harry’s erection with zeal. It wasn’t much before Harry was releasing his essence and falling between two realms, aware only of Draco’s seed flooding inside of him. Draco came with a shout of Harry’s name, and then he lay down half on Harry and half on the bed, his breath coming in short pants as he tried to regain it. He felt Harry’s arms envelop his stomach, and he looked up to see Harry’s flushed cheeks, sweaty hair, and closed eyes.
“Are you alright, my snowy angel?” he asked in a soft voice, wondering if it had been too much for Harry.
Harry opened his eyes and looked down at the equally sweaty and flushed Draco. “Yeah, and that was absolutely wonderful, Draco, despite me not being able to take in your scent and taste you as well,” he grinned. “And even though I only have three working senses, I want a mug of hot chocolate in a minute.”
Draco looked sympathetically at Harry for a moment and then said, “Ah, my love, but you have excellent taste…” Draco snapped his fingers, and a house elf immediately popped into his room. Her eyes opened wide at the messy sight of them.
“How – how can Finkle help, sirs?” She squeaked out the question, and twisted her dirty clothes in her little hands.
“Can you make us two mugs of hot chocolate, Finkle?” Draco asked in a surprisingly polite tone. He grabbed his wand and spelled the mess between them away.
“Y-yes, sirs, Finkle will be right back, sirs.” And she popped away.
Draco stood and put on a soft, plush bathrobe before handing one of his others to Harry. “Let’s sit by the fire, alright?”
“Alright,” Harry said with a smile, sitting up and then walking over to the couch in front of Draco’s fireplace. He sat back down, Draco sat beside him, and they cuddled up together under one of Draco’s many blankets. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, and it wasn’t moments before Finkle Apparated back into the room. She seemed pleased that they were no longer in such a compromising position.
“Finkle has brought your hot chocolate, sirs,” She said and then handed them to Draco. “Is there anything else sir needs Finkle to do?”
“No, Finkle, we’re fine, thanks.” Draco said, and she left once more with an extra loud pop. He handed Harry a cup before starting to sip at his.
“Mmm,” Harry moaned as tasted it. Draco bobbed his head in agreement and peaked over the rim of his mug to look at Harry. His boyfriend was looking sleepy again.
“How are you feeling?” He asked for the umpteenth time.
“Alright…” Harry said with a tired yawn and took another sip from the cup.
They weren’t but halfway finished with their hot chocolate when Harry nodded off, resting his still-tousled head on Draco’s shoulder, and was slumbering again. Draco kissed the top of Harry’s head, smiling against it as the fine hairs brushed his lips, and then set both of their mugs down on the coffee table. He curled up even more against his snoozing boyfriend, taking comfort in the warmth they shared together.
Draco was asleep in minutes.