𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀

Chapter 21

Du stjärna över Betlehem,

o, låt ditt milda ljus

få lysa in med hopp och frid

i varje hem och hus!

. . .

You, star over Bethlehem,

oh, the your tender light

shine through with hope and peace

in every home and house.

"Nu tändas tusen juleljus" ("Now light up thousand Christmas candles"), Emmy Köhler

It was an early Saturday morning, and it was still a little dark outside as the sun was about to rise.

Draco hadn't had any nightmares that night as far as Harry could tell, which was quite a relief. He watched the blonde laying with his eyes closed only inches away from Harry's face. His hair was all messed up and Harry smiled a little.

"See something you like?" Draco asked, not opening his eyes, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.

"You're such a snaky bastard," he said.

Draco's eyes flew open and he smirked devilishly at Harry, making his heart beat faster.

"You love it."

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry, their mouths melting together as they met. He felt a moan vibrate between them, but he couldn't figure out who it had come from. He drew Draco closer to him with the arm around his back, feeling his heart pound at the touch of Draco's smooth body against his, and Draco's delicate fingers cupping his cheeks.

"Draco..." he whispered against the Slytherin's lips.

"Gods, Harry." Draco's hips jerked forward and Harry could feel his hardness against his thigh, and he felt himself grow impossibly, painfully harder in a second. "Do you have to make sounds like that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said in the same voice as before, breathing hotly in Draco's ear. "You mean like this?"

"Yeah..."

Harry thrust his hips forward, crushing their erections together and Draco's lips found Harry's once more, moaning into his mouth. A thrill ran down Harry's spine and all he wanted to get as close to Draco as possible. Without realizing it, he pushed himself on top of Draco, pinning the other boy down with his body. His mouth moved from Draco's lips to his jaw and throat, he tasted somewhat sweet and the skin was smooth under Harry's tongue.

Draco gasped, and his hands took a hold of Harry's head and shoulders, as if to keep Harry where he was.

Harry could feel Draco's pulse under his lips, and every sound Draco made went straight to Harry's hands wandered under Draco's t-shirt and it felt so strange yet wonderful to him. Draco seemed to be thinking the same, as Harry felt a warm hand sneak under his t-shirt and he sucked on Draco's throat harder, making Draco cry out.

"We – we should put up a Silencing Charm," said Draco, pulling away from Harry a little and looking him in the eye. "Or are you a kinky bastard that wants your friend to hear you?" His pupils were blown and his voice was deep and raspy and Harry wanted nothing more than to fuck him right then and there.

Never breaking eye contact, Harry slipped his hand under the pillow and drew out his wand, murmuring a Silencing Charm before putting it back where it was.