Sweet Savior

[lesyeuxverts]

Title: Sweet Savior
Author: lesyeuxverts
Beta: Thanks to bewarethesmirk!
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Holly
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: Nothing Harry Potter is mine, nor are the lyrics to "The Holly and the Ivy"
AN: For the slythindor100 holiday challenge - holly


Draco Malfoy had a very nice arse. Harry looked up, handing the next string of fairy lights to him, and stopped stock still.

"What?"

Harry swallowed. "No-nothing."

Draco bent to take the lights from Harry, and wriggled his hips as he straightened up. The ladder rocked dangerously, and Harry rushed to straighten it. The movement brought Harry's face next to Draco's thigh, and he gulped. Hard muscles, musky dragon-leather, his mouth mere inches from Draco's groin –

"Well, what are you doing, you imbecile? Help me down."

"Wha-What?"

"Help me down," Draco said again. "If you think that I'm going to stay up on this ladder while you're woolgathering, acting like the reckless Gryffindor once again –"

Harry, his face flaming, steadied the ladder to let Draco climb down it. "All right," Draco said. "Forget your Muggle notions – we'll do this the sensible way."

Draco had a beautiful singing voice. Harry listened to him hum and then break out into a rendition of "The Holly and the Ivy," just as he levitated the last of the lights into place and began to drape the room with mistletoe and holly.

"The Holly bears a berry as red as any blood …"

Draco's voice tingled across Harry's skin, running down his spine and straight to his groin. He turned away from Draco, making unnecessary adjustments to the garlands hanging from the mantelpiece. It wouldn't do for Draco to see him –

"The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir … Oh, for Slytherin's sake, Potter, get over here."

Harry pricked his finger on a spiky holly leaf. He turned to Draco, putting his finger in his mouth and sucking at the cut to ease the sting. "What is it now?"

"If you think that I'm going to do all the work here –"

Harry glared at Draco, but reached out to hold the loose end of the prickly garland with his free hand. "Satisfied?"

"Not yet," Draco said coolly, reaching around Harry to take the end of the garland. Harry suddenly found himself in the circle of Draco's arms, his escape route blocked by the garland. He panicked, trying to back away, but Draco caught him.

"You are going to make me do all the work, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips close to Harry's ear. "You always have been exceptionally trying."

Draco pointed up, and Harry looked – a spring of mistletoe hung over them. Flicking his wand, Draco attached it to the ceiling with a sticking charm.

"And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet savior," Draco whispered, his breath hot on Harry's cheek.

He leaned closer, his body pressed against Harry's, and his lips were parted, he was close enough to kiss – Harry closed his eyes.

"My sweet savior," Draco said, leaning closer. He pulled Harry's finger from his mouth, and kissed the tiny cut there.

Draco was a very good kisser. Harry leaned into his embrace, kissing him back, and Draco held him under the mistletoe.