Title: Tinsel

Fandom: Harry Potter FPS

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Genre: Romance, pwp

Author: me again.

Summary: Misters Malfoy and Potter are decorating their Christmas tree, and we all know that Harry have no sense of style and Draco too much of it… :cough:

A/N: Merry Christmas!

Warnings: tinsel bondage? :mwah: no seriously I don't know…

Disclaimer: Yep. Absolutely.

"What's that?" Draco asked sharply.

Ever since they had begun the mission of decorating their first tree together, the blonde had become more and more irritable and frustrated with his boyfriend, who apparently had no sense of either colour or symmetry, what so ever. He now glared suspiciously at Harry who looked up from the handful of tinsel that he'd just retrieved from the box of newly required ornaments, with a look of innocence on his face to match that of a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching vehicle. A frighteningly accurate metaphor, as it were.

"What?" he said, his eyes flickering uncertainly, and his body making a cringing twitch.

"That!" Draco repeated in exasperation, whilst sighing in a most melodramatic fashion and rolling his eyes, "What is that. That you're holding, what is it?"

"Tinsel." Said Harry plainly, if a bit confused.

"And what, pray tell, is Tinsel?"

"Ehm… it's part of the… eh, traditional Christmas tree… eh, décor…?" Harry offered, definitely cringing by this point.

Draco frowned, and marched up to the other man, grabbing the other end of the glittering string.

"Muggle thing, is it?" he muttered, still suspicious, but clearly calmer.

"Yes?"

"Hm." He commented, then glanced up sharply into his lover's face, "You do realize that our tree is already sparkling like a pile of diamonds from the frost spell that I just put on it, don't you?"

Harry blushed and hung his head sheepishly, "Oh, right…"

Draco rolled his eyes again, but the exasperation was far gone, and his eyes were glittering slightly as well. His fingers lingered on the tinsel, and he studied it almost dreamily, as if he was mulling something over.

"Well…" he drawled finally.

Harry looked up at the husky sound of his voice, and met his eyes briefly, then he caught the movement of Draco's tongue through the corner of his eye as it snaked out and trailed across the other man's lips, and he dropped his gaze and wet his own lips hungrily.

"It is definitely not coming anywhere near the tree…" Draco continued at length, slowly stepping up closer until their bodies were touching and their breaths colliding, "but… that's not to say it can't be of any… use…"

Slowly he gathered all of the tinsel into his own grip, while carefully ghosting touches of his lips against the side of his lover's mouth. Then he trailed a path with the tip of his tongue along Harry's jaw line, his fingers gently trailing down his left arm and brushing its wrist. Finally his mouth stopped and closed over Harry's earlobe, sucking slightly, eliciting a soft moan from the other man.

Then with a swift movement of his wand, the tinsel vanished from his grasp and he took a deliberate step back to eye his boyfriend's head, smiling in triumphant joy.

Harry blinked. Then he slowly registered what had happened and reached up a hand to feel at the top of his head, where the tinsel was gathered in a nicely shaped bow.

"Lovely…" Draco said appreciatively, his eyes glittering almost as much as the bow itself.

"Oh, ha-ha…" Harry snapped and glared half-heartedly at him, "Very funny, Mr. Malfoy…"

"Mmm…" Draco purred as he slowly swaggered up close to him again, "And just for me, too…"

He laced his arms around Harry's neck and smiled sweetly up to him, fluttering his lashes coyly, "Do I have to wait 'til the morning to open my prexxie…?"

"Don't you bloody dare…" Harry growled, before lifting him off his feet and carrying him quickly over to the sofa, where captured his lips with his own in a heartfelt kiss.

End.