Title: Not Another Celebration Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco Prompt: Coffee Mug Word Count: 4083 Rating: R Humor/Fluff Summary: Harry is tired of being the Saviour of the Wizarding World, but this time Draco makes it worth his trouble... Beta: ladybahiya “Why can’t people just leave me alone?!?” Harry bellowed as he slammed the front door of their London flat. He tossed his keys into the small decorative bowl on the stand in the hallway and hung up his coat; all the time bitching to himself under his breath. He continued to grumble as he stopped in the kitchenette to grab a cold butterbeer out of the fridge. By the time he reached the living room and sat down on the edge of the couch he had mumbled himself out and just sat there and took a swig of his drink with a disgusted look on his face. “Bad day at the office dear?” Draco asked in veiled innocence as he watched the “drama queen parade” pull in for a stop. “Tell me something, Draco. Must you enjoy my misery or is this something you do purely for the entertainment value?” The look on Harry’s face made it very clear that he was not in a joking mood. “Okay…” Draco said as he put down the newspaper to come sit next to his lover. Harry’s mood was a bit unsettling. Draco had not seen Harry this angry since the day he finally killed Voldemort and that was almost five years ago. With a tentative glance up into Harry’s vibrant green eyes, Draco tried to appease him in a different way. “Watered down sarcasm is apparently not on today’s menu – what about some straight T.L.C. to brighten your mood.” Draco smiled up at Harry as he said this – his hand inching up under Harry’s shirt at the same time. Harry always appreciated Draco’s efforts to cheer him up after a rough day at the office. Whatever had possessed him to accept the job within the Ministry was beyond his recollection. All he knew was that he was tired of playing the part of the Minister while still standing behind the disguise of middle management. Today, however, his stress levels had nothing to do with his job; at least – not directly. He gave Draco a small smile. “Technically, there is no way that any T.L.C. that you give me would be straight – even your cock bends just a bit to the right.” Harry finished matter-of-factly. Draco was appalled at that statement and the look on his face was just enough to rip a bout of laughter out of Harry. In a split second Draco was straddling Harry’s lap, rubbing their already hardening cocks against each other through their clothes. Fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths, Draco finally relented long enough to look at Harry through his lust-filled eyes before making his next comment in between kissing and nipping at Harry’s neck. “It’s a good thing… I love you… as much… as I do… you smart… arsed… git…” Harry moaned beneath him and starting arching his hips up off the couch to meet Draco’s thrusts… “It is that… a very good thing…” Nothing else was said while the pair wiggled and writhed on the couch; perfectly content (this time) to grind against each other long enough to feel their release. Afterwards, Harry waved his hand and muttered a few cleansing spells before tipping back his butterbeer again. “Seriously, something has obviously pissed you off… what is going on now?” Draco asked as he rested his hand on Harry’s thigh. “Apparently I will be receiving another key to yet another city at the next anniversary celebration.” Harry answered as he rolled his eyes. Their friends were already made jokes about them needing a bigger place because Harry’s awards had already taken over their den and were starting to worm their way out into the rest of the house. “I told them last year that I didn’t want anymore recognition and they are just completely disregarding it.” Harry paused here to take the last sip of his butterbeer and then continued on with is rant. “If for some reason they feel the need to reward me every blessed year, why can't it be some little trinket or something. It’s not like I have to re-kill the bastard every year so why do they feel the need to reward me again year after year!?!” Draco sighed as he ran his fingers through Harry hair in an attempt to help calm his nerves; smiling a little to himself as he felt some of the tension slip away. He would never forget the day he realized that Harry hated his fame as much as Draco had always hated him for having it… He had switched sides by then and had overheard Harry complaining to the Weasel about being tired of having to live up to the world’s expectations. That was the first time Draco had ever seen him as Harry instead of as “Harry Potter – the Gryffindor Golden Boy & predestined Savior of the Wizarding World”. A few months later Hermione was assigned to help Poppy in the hospital wing of Hogwarts and Draco temporarily took her place in the Golden Trio and stood by Harry’s side as he killed Voldemort. A few months after that, they had moved into together and they had been inseparable ever since. As Draco found his way back out of his thoughts he discovered Harry lying down with his head in Draco’s lap. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and he practically purring as Draco’s fingers continued to run through his hair. Draco smiled down at him with such a look of adoration and love that it left no doubt about their commitment to one another. “We could always have a T-shirt made that says “Game over: Harry – 8 / Voldemort – 0”. Draco shrugged as he finished this thought. Harry looked up at him with such a look of incredulity that they both started laughing immediately. Once they finally got their laughter under control, Harry finally replied. “At least I would get more use out of that than I would out of another plaque.” He sighed again and laid his head back down in Draco’s lap. Draco decided right then and there to make a visit to the Ministry the next afternoon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Mrs. Weasley, you have a visitor.~~ “Who is it Caroline?” Hermione asked her secretary through the intercom without looking up from the report she was reviewing. ~~Um~~ Hermione could hear her secretary whispering with whoever was in the waiting area. ~~Um, Mrs. Weasley; he said to tell you that the “foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach” is here to see you.~~ Hermione chuckled to herself, got up and ran to the door to greet one of her dearest friends. “Draco!” she yelled as she hugged him tightly. Her secretary let out a relieved breath as soon as she could tell that the visitor was not here to cause trouble. Draco hugged her back before kissing both of her cheeks in his usual greeting. “Hello ‘Mione. How have you been? It’s been ages since you and the Weasel have been over for dinner…” Ron and Draco had buried their issues with each other during the war but somehow “the Weasel” had stuck. It was one of those “long stories” that good friends always end up with after several years. Another of those “long stories” was why – every now and then – they would still refer to Draco as “Ferret” or with the descriptive bug phrase that he had just himself used as his introduction. The nicknames just reminded each of them how much they had grown up and how many obstacles they had overcome. After exchanging their pleasantries, Draco invited Hermione out to lunch. She grabbed her purse and they were right back out the door. By the end of lunch Draco had convinced Hermione to let him take care of purchasing the award that the Ministry would be presenting to Harry at the celebration. Draco walked Hermione back to her office and gave her a hug goodbye. As he started to walk away, Hermione called out to him and he turned back to hear what she had to say. “Draco, please tell Harry that I tried to convince them that he would not want another award. I tried for weeks but no one would listen to me.” Hey eyes were pleading her case just as much as her voice was. She cringed every time someone had mentioned it. She had tried to explain to them that Harry was so over the whole hero thing but no one took her seriously and she had finally given up trying and had instead gone to Harry and let him know. Draco came back over and gave her another hug. “It’s ok ‘Mione – Harry is not upset with you at all. You are one of his best friends and he knows that you understand his feelings on the subject. He knows his hands are tied just like yours.” He paused here to give a contemplative look. “All I want to know is, with all this tying up going on between the two of you, why am I not getting spanked?!?” He laughed out loud at her reaction and pretended to cower when she playfully swatted at his arm. “Gods, Draco, you are such a pervert!” she laughed as she finally opened the door to enter her office. “Thanks!” he replied, “I sure try hard enough!” Hermione shook her head in mock exasperation and as she closed the door, Draco was sure he heard a mumbled comment about “kinky little rodents”. He left the Ministry that day with his sexiest smirk on his face. He loved it when a plan came together so well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next few weeks flew by quickly. Everyone at the Ministry was busy getting ready for the celebration dinner party. Harry was trying as hard as he could to stay away from everyone at work because all they wanted to talk about was his latest award. Did he have his speech prepared yet? Did he know where he was going to display it? Etc, etc, etc. Draco practically had a full time job just keeping Harry in a good mood with all of that going on at work, but he knew it would all be worth it when Harry received his latest award. He would just continue to pacify his lover and tell him that everything would be fine in the end. The morning of the celebration came and Harry was at the end of his proverbial rope. He had decided he was not going to go to the “damned celebration” because he had been unable to get the “damned Ministry employees” to see reason in regards to the “damned award”. After informing Draco of this latest turn of events, Harry burrowed back under the comforter to finish pouting and try to go back to sleep. Draco rolled his eyes and bit his lip so the words “damned Drama Queen” could not slip out. Draco stood at the end of their bed and looked down at the lump that was his lover. He took a deep breath and sighed. He had been afraid this was going to happen. Luckily he had already formulated a plan. He crawled underneath the comforter and started nipping and kissing at Harry’s ankles. Working his way up to the edge of Harry’s silk boxers slowly, he made sure to get Harry completely engulfed in the sensations… Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s balls through the soft material and smiled a bit when he heard Harry’s breath catch in his throat. Slowly Draco lowered his mouth until the only thing between it and Harry was that very thin layer of silk. Harry’s cock was so engorged that it was straining against the boxers and Draco could actually see the thick vein that ran along the underside of Harry’s erection. Draco loved to flatten out his tongue and run it up and down along the shaft while concentrating on that area. He would swear that he could feel Harry’s heartbeat through it sometimes. Remembering the plan, Draco refused to make contact with the boxer material. Instead he opened his mouth and blew outward so that his hot breath went directly through the material without putting any pressure on it. Harry moaned and tried to raise his hips off the bed but Draco was expecting that as well and had already placed a hand across his waist so that he could not move. Draco continues his pattern of nips and kisses all the way up to Harry’s neck. Every time Harry tried to raise his hips to meet Draco’s, Draco would find a way to stop it before contact was made. Harry was getting more and more frustrated by the second. He had not even been expecting their “regularly scheduled morning shag” this morning. He figured Draco would be mad about his decision to not to go to the celebration and would not be “in the mood”. To discover that Draco was still interested despite of everything had actually turned Harry on even more and now it appeared that Draco was in absolutely no hurry to move things along. Draco was now nibbling on Harry’s ear and Harry was convinced he was about to lose his mind if someone ~ anyone ~ didn’t grab his cock pretty soon. Finally having all he could stand, Harry let out an exasperated sigh/moan and whined at his lover/torturer. “Merlin, Draco! Would you just fuck me already? I am about to die here!” Draco laughed softly against his ear, which only made Harry writhe more underneath him. Suddenly Draco ground his erection into Harry’s thigh while whispering seductively into the ear he had been nibbling on just moments before. “You want me to fuck you lover?” “Was that a rhetorical question Draco?” Harry responded back while trying to think of some way to press his cock against something. He needed to push and grind against something very soon or he was sure he was going to lose his mind! Draco nipped Harry’s earlobe, then whispered again, “Answer me Harry. Do you want me to fuck you with this big cock?” Draco ground against Harry’s leg again. “Do you want me to fill your ass with it and then pound you into the mattress?” Harry moaned louder, “Gods yes Draco… please fuck me now!!!” Draco stilled against Harry. He kissed his cheek and bit his ear again lightly. “No.” Harry’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “WHAT? What do you mean no?” Draco looked at him with complete innocence as he moved to sit next to Harry instead of lying on top of him. “I mean no. No, I will not fuck you right now. Because right now you are going to get out of this ‘damned bed’ and get into the ‘damned shower’ so we can get ready for this ‘damned celebration’.” Draco said matter-of-factly despite the look on Harry’s face. The look could only be described as a combination of anger, shock and desire. He made sure he had good eye contact with Harry before he continued, “By the way – while we are at this damned celebration, you will be polite and courteous and act in all the ways that war heroes are supposed to act. You will thank everyone over and over again for this year’s award – even though you don’t want it! You will make the appropriate speeches as everyone expects you to…” Harry interrupted here. “Draco, you of all people know, how I feel about doing things just because the Ministry or with wizarding world wants me to; I can't believe you are even thinking like this!” Harry was getting angrier with every second. Their early morning shag session completely forgotten, he sat up and looked Draco in the eye. This time is was Draco’s turn to interrupt. “Let me finish, Harry.” He said simply, putting his finger up against Harry’s mouth so he would stop trying to argue for a minute. “I am not suggesting that you do any of these things because the world expects you to do them. I am asking you to do them because at this point it is too late to cancel the festivities without causing concern and worry and God knows how many ridiculous rumors. As soon as this year’s events are put to bed, you can send an official statement to the Ministry and copy it to the Prophet and explain your feelings. Then the Ministry will not be able to ignore you and the world will then understand why you are pulling away from the celebrations in that aspect. The Ministry will still be upset about it, but you will have covered all your bases and there will be no way that they can turn it back around and make bad press for you.” Draco finished his thought process and raised his eyebrows waiting to hear Harry’s opinions on the plan. After a minute a small smile appeared on Harry’s lips and he leaned in and kissed Draco tenderly. “I knew there was a reason I loved you so much – you are bloody brilliant.” As he finished that comment, Harry tried to increase the passion behind the kiss, but Draco pulled away. “Don’t even think about it, Harry – no sex for you until after the celebration! Now go get your arse in the shower!” Draco laughed a bit as he pushed Harry out of the bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several hours later everyone had finished dinner and the Minister of Magic was about to present Harry with his newest award. Every time Harry thought about it he would roll his eyes and Draco would pinch his leg. Harry was going to have a bitch of a bruise later if this didn’t stop soon! Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron were all sitting together and talking. “The Golden Quartet” as they jokingly called themselves were seated on one side of the head table with the Minister of Magic and his cronies as well as Headmistress McGonagall and Deputy Headmaster Snape on the other side. The Minister of Magic stood and cleared his throat so that he had everyone’s attention. He started his speech talking about everything they had all had to deal with during You-Know-Who was still around. He listed how many things had improved since his demise. He discussed all the things the Ministry of Magic was hoping to do in the future. Draco had to continue to squeeze Harry’s hand just to keep him awake. The speech never really changed much. Everyone knew it, but no one ever said anything to the Minister so he continued to use the same speech year after year. Harry leaned over and whispered in Draco’s ear, “Ya know, if I had known he was going to drone on like this year after year, I might have rethought that last battle…” He smirked when Draco gave him that “will you behave? look” and then turned back around to pretend to continue to listen. Finally the Minister of Magic turned to Harry and motioned for him to stand. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he stood up. He looked tentatively over to Draco, Hermione and Ron and they all smiled uneasy smiles at him. He knew they were all supporting him the best way they could and he loved them all for it but that didn’t make him hate this any less… Finally he smiled at the Minister of Magic in hopes of getting this over as fast as possible. The Minister of Magic gave his typical “Let us once again thank Harry Potter for saving all of our arses while we at the Ministry sat around on ours” speech and then looked to Hermione. She pointed to a small box sitting behind the small podium. The Minister leaned over and picked up the small package and looked at her again questioningly. Hermione just shrugged her shoulders and as the Minister looked back to the audience she nudged Draco and gave him a similar look. Draco shook his head, indicating that everything was fine. He went back to smiling just like he was supposed to when his partner was being honored ~again~. The Minister of Magic verbally stumbled for a second when presenting the award to Harry because everyone knew that this did not look like the awards he had gotten in the past. Ron couldn’t seem to pass up the chance for a joke. He spoke softly, but it was loud enough for everyone at the head table and the first few front tables to hear him. “Don’t worry Harry – size is not always the most important thing…” He giggled at himself almost immediately. Every one at the front table looked at him incredulously except Draco who thought his side was going to bust because he was trying so hard to not laugh out loud. Draco gave Ron a friendly slap on the back as he finally caught his breath. “That definitely explains the look on ‘Mione’s face a lot of the time, mate!” Draco said at about the same volume as Ron’s original comment. This time Harry was biting back a laugh and Hermione was rolling her lips into her mouth while Ron blushed. Professors McGonagall and Snape was both shaking their heads and rolling their eyes. Snape looked to Minerva and asked her, “How is it that no matter what is going on, this group can find a way to add sexual innuendo to the conversation?” He did not realize that his voice had carried to the other side of the table until he heard Ron’s response… “This from a man who, if the rumors about nose size are true, has never had to worry about size issues his whole life…” This was the breaking point for Ron’s three friends – they could not hold it in any longer and all broke out into tremendous laughter. Ron had started laughing as well until he happened to look at the other end of the table and saw the raised eyebrows on Snape’s face and the small smirk that had appeared as the corners of his mouth turned up as well. With that Ron went extremely pale and allowed himself to sink down into his seat. Several minutes later they finally had every one calmed back down and Harry gave his acceptance speech ~again~. As he finished his speech he thanked everyone at the main table as well as every one else and then started to open his award. When he finally got the box open he burst into laughter again. Draco joined him a second later. Everyone else sat there and tried to figure out what was so bloody funny that both Harry and Draco had laughed themselves to tears. Hermione stood up and in an elevated tone asked, “Draco Malfoy – I thought you said you had found the perfect award – one that Harry would truly love! What on earth did you do?!?” Harry immediately tried to calm down his dear friend. “Relax, ‘Mione – I absolutely love it! It is perfect! It is just what I have always wanted…” Harry said as he looked down into Draco beautiful eyes. Tears from laughter making their eyes sparkle a bit more than usual. “Well would someone at least show the rest of us what this perfect award is?” Severus snapped at them. The event was starting to resemble a three ring circus and the faster Severus could get away from it the better. Harry apologized for not showing everyone his prestigious award sooner. He pulled it out of the box and handed it first to Hermione and Ron. Ron gave a bit of a stifled laugh but it was clear that he didn’t quite understand what was so funny. Hermione was giggling quite a bit as she handed the gift back to Harry so he could pass it down the other side of the table. Every one on the other side of the table had looks that resembled Ron’s. Harry decided that explanations would just have to wait for another time because he was having too much fun laughing about it to be bothered with trying to explain it. A short while later the celebration was breaking up and people began leaving. Eventually only those at the head table were left and Hermione was attempting to explain what was so funny about the award. After several failed attempts she finally gave up and explained it in the best way she could - "muggle humor" ...Harry's award shown below... Harry's award