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Title: Easter
Pairing: HP/DM
Genre/Rating: NC-17; fluff
Warnings: The usual
Length: 2,000(ish) words
Summary: Harry teaches Draco about Easter. It has interesting results.
Disclaimer: Please see my disclaimer here.
This was written last year for Easter, so its very n00bish (don't make fun of me). Slightly amusing still, not as embarassing as some of the other old stuff. I was too overrun to manage a new one this year, maybe I'll get in a post-Easter fic, or if the hangover from tonight isn't too bad, maybe I will get one squeezed out before Sunday.
One way or the other...
It was their first Easter together since they had been married.
Harry spent a few moments explaining the origins of “Easter” to his new husband, who had never heard of the Muggle religious celebration.
“It’s a combination of a few things, my love. You, of course, are familiar with the celebration of the Spring Equinox, and its connections to various fertility goddesses? Well, the Christians also celebrated the death and rising of their god at around the same time. So they kind of mushed the two together in order to convince more pagans to convert…I can see you are getting bored already, so I wont go into all that in too much detail, my sweet. The point is, Easter is a Muggle celebration that has all kinds of fun traditions associated with it, not all of which are strictly religious. For example, Muggles exchange eggs made of chocolate, they even have an ‘Easter Bunny’ who delivers the eggs to children before they wake up Easter morning.”
At the mention of chocolate, his sweet-toothed beloved perked up from his boredom – he had been looking like he was back in a History of Magic lesson for a few moments there.
“Finally! A Muggle tradition that sounds halfway decent! Does this ‘Easter Bunny’ only visit children, or 23 year old wizards too? Is he going to come and visit me now that we live in London? Oooo, I’m so excited! I love chocolate!”
Harry didn’t have the heart to tell him that the Easter Bunny was in fact a fictional character, and so decided to keep his mouth shut for the moment. After all, it wasn’t every day that Draco embraced anything Muggle. Why ruin it before it started?
“I’m sure the Easter Bunny will take into consideration that you have never experienced Easter before my sweet. I bet he even makes up for every year you’ve missed.”
Harry had already decided by this time to shower his chocoholic husband with at least one Easter egg for each year of his life. Draco would be beside himself with chocolate induced happiness.
An excited Draco launched himself into his husbands lap with a squeal of joy. Harry giggled to himself, as he marvelled again how anything related to sweets could rapidly reduce his normally aristocratic love into a mass of wriggling excitement and happiness, which would be more commonly witnessed in a four year old child, such as Ron and Hermione’s twins.
Draco’s arms were around his neck, and he began kissing and nibbling at Harry’s throat. Just as quickly, Draco had turned back into the lithe, libidinous man he knew and loved. Before too long they were both divested of their clothing and were going at it like…well, bunnies.
***
Draco was fascinated with everything Easter. Well, everything that involved the fun parts of Easter, as he phrased it. He loved decorating the hard boiled eggs with wax and food colouring, although he did whine when Harry wouldn’t allow him to use his wand to create more intricate patterns with the wax, or more vibrant colours for the dye.
“You’re supposed to be learning to do it the Muggle way Draco!” Harry had cried in exasperation as he snatched the wand from his pouting husband for the sixth time that afternoon.
“You’re no fun, Potter.” Draco had huffed, and had remained in a ‘mood’ for a full half hour until Harry had volunteered to show him some fun things to do with wax when they were finished with the last of the eggs, if he would cooperate.
Draco’s pupils had dilated at the thought and he had licked his lips, before returning to the art project with renewed concentration and vigour.
Later that night, cooling wax cracking over his nipples as he threw his head back in his orgasm, he was heard to be crying out “I love Easter!” at the top of his lungs. Harry had tried not to laugh as he swallowed his husband’s seed. He didn’t want to choke.
***
A few days later, Harry and Draco were in the kitchen, both wearing aprons – Harry’s saying ‘Kiss the Cook’ and Draco’s saying ‘Is that a baguette under your apron, or are you just happy to see me?’.
The raven haired man was demonstrating to the blonde how to bake traditional Easter yeast buns.
“They call them Hot Cross Buns. There are a few different theories about their origin. One is that they date back to the 12th century, when a monk placed the sign of the cross on the buns, to honor Good Friday, a Christian holiday which was also known as the Day of the Cross. Another is that an English widow, who's son went off to sea, vowed to bake him a bun every Good Friday. When he didn't return she continued to bake a hot cross bun for him each year and hung it in the bakery window in good faith that he would some day return. The English keep the tradition for her even after she passed away. Still another is that Hot Cross Buns have pagan roots as part of the spring festival, and that the monks simply added the cross to convert people to Christians. They are usually made with currants, sultanas, raisins and orange peel, but can also be fruitless, or even have chocolate chips. We are making the chocolate chip variety for you, my love.”
Draco had a mischievous look on his face, as he leaned forward and took a scoop of the dough with his index finger, sniffing it experimentally and flicking his tongue out to taste it. Harry tried to ignore the fact that he was getting hard just observing the pink tongue molesting the dough, and went back to kneading the mass before him on his island bench, continuing with his explanation.
He yelped when his pants and underwear were suddenly yanked to his ankles, his body shoved over onto the bench, and a fingerful of dough was thrust into a most unorthodox crevice.
Several minutes later, after exploding his orgasm against the cupboard door, he felt rather than heard his lover’s declaration (felt because his face was still muffled between Harry’s buttocks): “I love Easter!”
Harry sighed as Draco continued to delve into Harry’s entrance with his tongue to retrieve the last of the sweet, chocolate chip dough.
***
Harry had decided to take Draco to a real church, to observe the Muggles in action. It was Good Friday, and so the service wouldn’t be too long.
Draco was restless after ten minutes. He squirmed around on the polished wooden pew, rolling his eyes and generally giving Harry the irrits.
“Can we go home now? Please?”
His whining really was worse than the twins’. He fidgeted with the tight collar on his starched white Muggle-style shirt, which Harry had insisted he wear with a tie and a pair of his nicest slacks. Draco had glared at him and pointed out that all of his slacks were of the best quality, which Harry couldn’t deny.
Draco was caressing his thigh, and he slapped his hand away.
“Stop it! Our kind of relationship isn’t really looked favorably upon by this particular religious group. Do you want to get us thrown out?”
The look on Draco’s face was a resounding affirmative.
Harry sighed in defeat.
“Okay, we can sneak out after the collection. We should at least make a donation to the church.”
Draco whined and fidgeted until the collection basket arrived, when he pulled out his platinum money clip and tossed the entire thing into the basket. Harry nearly choked as he noticed the thick wad of one hundred pound notes, which was then whisked away.
He looked at him incredulously and was met by a cool silver gaze, which asked ‘So…can I go now?’
“Draco!” He hissed. “That was about five thousand pounds! Not to mention what the clip was worth! Are you nuts?”
He rolled his eyes and pouted in the most divine way.
“Harry. It’s not like I’m short of a quid. This collection is for the church right, and they probably support the poor and homeless in the area? Well, don’t you think they need it more than I do?”
Harry wanted to shag him on the spot. Instead, he settled for dragging a confused Draco from the church by the hand, out into the street, and shagging him on the nearest park bench.
The late night dog walker’s and pedestrians could shortly hear Draco's long moan of “I love Easter!” as he climaxed.
***
It was finally Easter morning. Harry rose early and snuck into the guest bedroom, where he quickly performed a charm to return the shrunken Easter Bunny costume from its tiny size back to normal.
He realized he had forgotten to bring any clothing with him. He normally slept either in his boxers or nude, as he had last night. He didn’t dare return to the bedroom, for fear of awakening and startling Draco, so he shrugged and began to dress, not concerning himself with the minor issue. He just hoped the suit wouldn’t chafe.
He had been downstairs for ten minutes, hiding Easter eggs around the dining room, and was just opening the drawer to the mahogany buffet when Draco sleepily wandered in.
His eyes grew as big as saucers and he opened his mouth to yell back up the stairs.
“Holy shit! Harry! The Easter Bunny is in the dining room and I think he’s trying to steal the silverware!”
Harry pulled the head off the costume and tried not to laugh at his husband.
“You are such a dill sometimes my love! Now, do you want to go on an Easter egg hunt, or not?”
Draco’s eyes again lit up like a child’s, and he excitedly listened to Harry’s instructions, grasping the basket provided gleefully. He took off, finding the hidden eggs in no time at all, thrilled to bits with every discovery.
Finally, they settled on the sofa together, Draco’s basket of 24 of the finest quality Belgian chocolate eggs (once for each year he missed, and one more for luck, Harry told him) nestled protectively in his lap. He rested his head against Harry’s chest and unwrapped the glittering foil from around the sweet, passing the paper to Harry, who was folding each into a little origami crane.
“So my sweet. What have you learned about Easter over these past few weeks?”
Draco murmured contentedly from behind a mouthful of chocolate.
“Well, firstly I learned that you can decorate eggs with hot wax and food coloring…”
Harry nodded approvingly.
“But I also learned it is way funner to use that wax to pour over your lover’s chest while you give him a blow job.”
Harry spluttered.
“Secondly, I leaned the origin of, and how to bake, what were they called…oh yeah, Warm Angry Muffins…”
Harry opened his mouth to correct the name, but was interrupted as Draco continued.
“But I also learned the dough is also great to spread between your husband’s ass cheeks as you eat his scrumptious little hole.”
Harry was gasping by this stage.
“And finally, I learned that part of Muggle Easter is to sit through an incredibly boring meeting where some guy in a dress tells stories…”
Draco placed the basket of eggs on the lamp table and turned to face Harry.
“But I also discovered that if you throw money at a charity, your husband may just fuck you senseless in the middle of the street, in front of everyone.”
Harry was sweating and panting. The rabbit suit was hot and far too tight around the crotch.
“And you know what else I found out, Harry? I learned this bit all on my own.”
Harry shook his head in the negative, as Draco pulled him to standing. He leaned in close and whispered into his husband’s ear.
“I found out that the Easter Bunny is real…and he doesn’t wear any underwear.”
Half an hour later, the neighborhood could hear Harry’s cries of pleasure as his husband pounded in and out of his body.
“I LOVE EASTER!”
Hope this cut works, as I'm quite pissed and it's 4am. Happy Easter!
Pairing: HP/DM
Genre/Rating: NC-17; fluff
Warnings: The usual
Length: 2,000(ish) words
Summary: Harry teaches Draco about Easter. It has interesting results.
Disclaimer: Please see my disclaimer here.
This was written last year for Easter, so its very n00bish (don't make fun of me). Slightly amusing still, not as embarassing as some of the other old stuff. I was too overrun to manage a new one this year, maybe I'll get in a post-Easter fic, or if the hangover from tonight isn't too bad, maybe I will get one squeezed out before Sunday.
One way or the other...
It was their first Easter together since they had been married.
Harry spent a few moments explaining the origins of “Easter” to his new husband, who had never heard of the Muggle religious celebration.
“It’s a combination of a few things, my love. You, of course, are familiar with the celebration of the Spring Equinox, and its connections to various fertility goddesses? Well, the Christians also celebrated the death and rising of their god at around the same time. So they kind of mushed the two together in order to convince more pagans to convert…I can see you are getting bored already, so I wont go into all that in too much detail, my sweet. The point is, Easter is a Muggle celebration that has all kinds of fun traditions associated with it, not all of which are strictly religious. For example, Muggles exchange eggs made of chocolate, they even have an ‘Easter Bunny’ who delivers the eggs to children before they wake up Easter morning.”
At the mention of chocolate, his sweet-toothed beloved perked up from his boredom – he had been looking like he was back in a History of Magic lesson for a few moments there.
“Finally! A Muggle tradition that sounds halfway decent! Does this ‘Easter Bunny’ only visit children, or 23 year old wizards too? Is he going to come and visit me now that we live in London? Oooo, I’m so excited! I love chocolate!”
Harry didn’t have the heart to tell him that the Easter Bunny was in fact a fictional character, and so decided to keep his mouth shut for the moment. After all, it wasn’t every day that Draco embraced anything Muggle. Why ruin it before it started?
“I’m sure the Easter Bunny will take into consideration that you have never experienced Easter before my sweet. I bet he even makes up for every year you’ve missed.”
Harry had already decided by this time to shower his chocoholic husband with at least one Easter egg for each year of his life. Draco would be beside himself with chocolate induced happiness.
An excited Draco launched himself into his husbands lap with a squeal of joy. Harry giggled to himself, as he marvelled again how anything related to sweets could rapidly reduce his normally aristocratic love into a mass of wriggling excitement and happiness, which would be more commonly witnessed in a four year old child, such as Ron and Hermione’s twins.
Draco’s arms were around his neck, and he began kissing and nibbling at Harry’s throat. Just as quickly, Draco had turned back into the lithe, libidinous man he knew and loved. Before too long they were both divested of their clothing and were going at it like…well, bunnies.
Draco was fascinated with everything Easter. Well, everything that involved the fun parts of Easter, as he phrased it. He loved decorating the hard boiled eggs with wax and food colouring, although he did whine when Harry wouldn’t allow him to use his wand to create more intricate patterns with the wax, or more vibrant colours for the dye.
“You’re supposed to be learning to do it the Muggle way Draco!” Harry had cried in exasperation as he snatched the wand from his pouting husband for the sixth time that afternoon.
“You’re no fun, Potter.” Draco had huffed, and had remained in a ‘mood’ for a full half hour until Harry had volunteered to show him some fun things to do with wax when they were finished with the last of the eggs, if he would cooperate.
Draco’s pupils had dilated at the thought and he had licked his lips, before returning to the art project with renewed concentration and vigour.
Later that night, cooling wax cracking over his nipples as he threw his head back in his orgasm, he was heard to be crying out “I love Easter!” at the top of his lungs. Harry had tried not to laugh as he swallowed his husband’s seed. He didn’t want to choke.
A few days later, Harry and Draco were in the kitchen, both wearing aprons – Harry’s saying ‘Kiss the Cook’ and Draco’s saying ‘Is that a baguette under your apron, or are you just happy to see me?’.
The raven haired man was demonstrating to the blonde how to bake traditional Easter yeast buns.
“They call them Hot Cross Buns. There are a few different theories about their origin. One is that they date back to the 12th century, when a monk placed the sign of the cross on the buns, to honor Good Friday, a Christian holiday which was also known as the Day of the Cross. Another is that an English widow, who's son went off to sea, vowed to bake him a bun every Good Friday. When he didn't return she continued to bake a hot cross bun for him each year and hung it in the bakery window in good faith that he would some day return. The English keep the tradition for her even after she passed away. Still another is that Hot Cross Buns have pagan roots as part of the spring festival, and that the monks simply added the cross to convert people to Christians. They are usually made with currants, sultanas, raisins and orange peel, but can also be fruitless, or even have chocolate chips. We are making the chocolate chip variety for you, my love.”
Draco had a mischievous look on his face, as he leaned forward and took a scoop of the dough with his index finger, sniffing it experimentally and flicking his tongue out to taste it. Harry tried to ignore the fact that he was getting hard just observing the pink tongue molesting the dough, and went back to kneading the mass before him on his island bench, continuing with his explanation.
He yelped when his pants and underwear were suddenly yanked to his ankles, his body shoved over onto the bench, and a fingerful of dough was thrust into a most unorthodox crevice.
Several minutes later, after exploding his orgasm against the cupboard door, he felt rather than heard his lover’s declaration (felt because his face was still muffled between Harry’s buttocks): “I love Easter!”
Harry sighed as Draco continued to delve into Harry’s entrance with his tongue to retrieve the last of the sweet, chocolate chip dough.
Harry had decided to take Draco to a real church, to observe the Muggles in action. It was Good Friday, and so the service wouldn’t be too long.
Draco was restless after ten minutes. He squirmed around on the polished wooden pew, rolling his eyes and generally giving Harry the irrits.
“Can we go home now? Please?”
His whining really was worse than the twins’. He fidgeted with the tight collar on his starched white Muggle-style shirt, which Harry had insisted he wear with a tie and a pair of his nicest slacks. Draco had glared at him and pointed out that all of his slacks were of the best quality, which Harry couldn’t deny.
Draco was caressing his thigh, and he slapped his hand away.
“Stop it! Our kind of relationship isn’t really looked favorably upon by this particular religious group. Do you want to get us thrown out?”
The look on Draco’s face was a resounding affirmative.
Harry sighed in defeat.
“Okay, we can sneak out after the collection. We should at least make a donation to the church.”
Draco whined and fidgeted until the collection basket arrived, when he pulled out his platinum money clip and tossed the entire thing into the basket. Harry nearly choked as he noticed the thick wad of one hundred pound notes, which was then whisked away.
He looked at him incredulously and was met by a cool silver gaze, which asked ‘So…can I go now?’
“Draco!” He hissed. “That was about five thousand pounds! Not to mention what the clip was worth! Are you nuts?”
He rolled his eyes and pouted in the most divine way.
“Harry. It’s not like I’m short of a quid. This collection is for the church right, and they probably support the poor and homeless in the area? Well, don’t you think they need it more than I do?”
Harry wanted to shag him on the spot. Instead, he settled for dragging a confused Draco from the church by the hand, out into the street, and shagging him on the nearest park bench.
The late night dog walker’s and pedestrians could shortly hear Draco's long moan of “I love Easter!” as he climaxed.
It was finally Easter morning. Harry rose early and snuck into the guest bedroom, where he quickly performed a charm to return the shrunken Easter Bunny costume from its tiny size back to normal.
He realized he had forgotten to bring any clothing with him. He normally slept either in his boxers or nude, as he had last night. He didn’t dare return to the bedroom, for fear of awakening and startling Draco, so he shrugged and began to dress, not concerning himself with the minor issue. He just hoped the suit wouldn’t chafe.
He had been downstairs for ten minutes, hiding Easter eggs around the dining room, and was just opening the drawer to the mahogany buffet when Draco sleepily wandered in.
His eyes grew as big as saucers and he opened his mouth to yell back up the stairs.
“Holy shit! Harry! The Easter Bunny is in the dining room and I think he’s trying to steal the silverware!”
Harry pulled the head off the costume and tried not to laugh at his husband.
“You are such a dill sometimes my love! Now, do you want to go on an Easter egg hunt, or not?”
Draco’s eyes again lit up like a child’s, and he excitedly listened to Harry’s instructions, grasping the basket provided gleefully. He took off, finding the hidden eggs in no time at all, thrilled to bits with every discovery.
Finally, they settled on the sofa together, Draco’s basket of 24 of the finest quality Belgian chocolate eggs (once for each year he missed, and one more for luck, Harry told him) nestled protectively in his lap. He rested his head against Harry’s chest and unwrapped the glittering foil from around the sweet, passing the paper to Harry, who was folding each into a little origami crane.
“So my sweet. What have you learned about Easter over these past few weeks?”
Draco murmured contentedly from behind a mouthful of chocolate.
“Well, firstly I learned that you can decorate eggs with hot wax and food coloring…”
Harry nodded approvingly.
“But I also learned it is way funner to use that wax to pour over your lover’s chest while you give him a blow job.”
Harry spluttered.
“Secondly, I leaned the origin of, and how to bake, what were they called…oh yeah, Warm Angry Muffins…”
Harry opened his mouth to correct the name, but was interrupted as Draco continued.
“But I also learned the dough is also great to spread between your husband’s ass cheeks as you eat his scrumptious little hole.”
Harry was gasping by this stage.
“And finally, I learned that part of Muggle Easter is to sit through an incredibly boring meeting where some guy in a dress tells stories…”
Draco placed the basket of eggs on the lamp table and turned to face Harry.
“But I also discovered that if you throw money at a charity, your husband may just fuck you senseless in the middle of the street, in front of everyone.”
Harry was sweating and panting. The rabbit suit was hot and far too tight around the crotch.
“And you know what else I found out, Harry? I learned this bit all on my own.”
Harry shook his head in the negative, as Draco pulled him to standing. He leaned in close and whispered into his husband’s ear.
“I found out that the Easter Bunny is real…and he doesn’t wear any underwear.”
Half an hour later, the neighborhood could hear Harry’s cries of pleasure as his husband pounded in and out of his body.
“I LOVE EASTER!”
Hope this cut works, as I'm quite pissed and it's 4am. Happy Easter!