Title: Eggnogs and Mistletoes

Author: Secret Koko

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: unbeta-ed and slightly crackish slash

Pairing: H/D

Approx word count: 1200

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Everything belongs to JK Rowling and associates.

AN: No Mistletoes in this chapter yet. I'm still trying to map this story out and forcing it to grow a plot.

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Draco resisted the urge to pout petulantly as he tucked a stray lock of perfect blonde hair behind his ears. He was secretly watching Potter amongst the throngs of his friends and adoring fans.

Malfoy sat cross legged, with his right leg over his left, as he leaned against the nondescript ministry furniture that was transfigured into a make shift bar for the first ever annual inter departmental Christmas party.

He downed another glass of festive eggnog and twisted his torso slightly to motion to the dark haired bar tender that he wanted another round. His empty glass clattered loudly against the counter top as the man hurried to refill the blonde's glass of holiday cheer.

Taking his new drink into his perfectly manicured pale hands, It was possible, Draco thought, that he was getting a little tipsy because as his eyes followed the raven haired chosen one once again, he couldn't help but think that Potter didn't have the right to look so damn attractive with his stupid hair peeking under his stupid red pointy hat and the stupid smile he flashed all night as he wove in and out of groups of people never staying long with them unless it was his golden Gryffindorks. Malfoy gave into the urge to pout as he blew the persistently uncharacteristic stray lock of blond hair out of his face.

He snorted into his drink feeling thankful that he, Draco Malfoy, was, is and forever will be immune to Potter's ability to turn peoples' brains and insides into mush with that dazzling smile and stupid holiday sashaying.

The Slytherin man really didn't like Christmas with all the touchy feely Hufflepuffness and the gaudy green and red motiff. Honestly, it looked as though a house elf puked all over the place. What made him feel worse was how much he hated attending Ministry functions, which he called Potter Parties, but unfortunately was required to do so as it was part of the new Minister's plan to increase Ministry productivity by living up the workplace with interdepartmental unity.

Draco resisted the urge to snort once again as he squired on the soft barstool before looking down at his drink. He glared at the offending glass that once again defied him by somehow managing to become mysteriously empty. He was just about to motion once again to the dark haired bar tender before a warm firm hand closed over his, holding him and the empty glass in place.

Annoyed Malfoy lifted his head to avert his glare from the glass to whomever wanker wanted to get between him and his sulking. However, as grey eyes met green Draco suddenly laughed, a little too loudly. It figures that Potter would be the one to get between Draco and his eggnog.

The Gryffindor's face stared back at him. "Malfoy I think you've had enough to drink tonight." Potter said softly with his stupid baritone voice as his hand squeezed lightly, reminding Draco that Harry Potter was still holding his hand.

He hastily dislodged himself from the grip as he stood and proudly said "Nonsense! Malfoys never get drunk!" He was just about to stand up straight and prove his point but the room like Harry Potter; his stray lock of hair and his empty glass disobeyed him by swaying violently toppling him into a Potter's lean chest. Draco noted that the hero not only managed to catch Draco but also managed to save his empty glass as well that he had already replaced on the counter top when Malfoy wasn't looking.

Stupid Potter and his stupid manly smell Draco though as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Potter's neck. The world was so unfair, super auror not only looked great, he smelled great too.

Draco's pale hands reached up to grip the side of the Gryffindor's arms. "Stop swaying. You're making the floor sway and you're making me dizzy."

He heard Potter gasp as he spoke into the man's neck, his lips brushing lightly against the warm tanned skin with butterfly kisses.

"I'm not swaying." He heard Potter reply softly. He was obviously lying because the floor still swayed which meant that Harry Potter still swayed. Draco was forced to cease his nuzzling to move back and glare at the green-eyed man. He was about to stagger again but strong hands on his waist caught him, holding him, forcing them into an awkward loose hug.

"I think you'd better call it a night Malfoy." Potter said, his eyes scrutinizing Draco's face. "Did you come here with anyone?"

Draco just stared at him; squint a little before cocking his head to his right.

"Never mind." Potter said as he stepped forward gently guiding Draco back onto the abandoned barstool. "Stay put. I'll be back in a second." With that the Gryffindor hastily made a retreat back into the teeming crowd of ministry drones.

Draco grunted, like he would ever do what Harry Potter told him. He pouted before moving to stand and steadying himself, managing not to fall all over the floor this time. Draco managed to make his way out of the crowded room, into the lift and out into the lobby, where apparation was allowed.

He reached into his robes to retrieve his wand. He closed his eyes and started to think of his flat and his warm bed when a warm hand gripped his shoulder just in time to beat the sudden lurch that apparition induced.

He growled at the intrusion as soon as they arrived into his flat with a pop. He whirled to find out who the stowaway was and lo and behold, it was Harry Potter once again.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Honestly Potter, do you have nothing better to do than pester me all night. Besides, do you know how dangerous that was we could have been splinched! I could have been splinched!"

Potter's right hand reached up to tangle in his dark unruly hair, now free from the silly pointy red had he had on back at the party. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were about to apparate. I was just worried that you were gone from where I left you." He said almost sheepishly.

Draco glared for the nth time that evening. He really wanted to strangle some sense into Harry bloody Potter that he could take care of himself. His hands came to life on their own and reached up to the bronzed neck he so lovingly nuzzled earlier. His pale fingers wrapped around its wide girth but instead of squeezing the life out of the hero he found himself pulling his closer until their lips met and his body gained a mind of it's own and proceeded to devour Potter.

The chosen one gasped out of surprise parting his lips so that Draco's disobedient tongue could invade and plunder Potter's mouth, tasting and caressing every nook and cranny that he could reach. The need for air forced Malfoy to draw back, confused and aroused. He stared into Potter's equally confounded expression before his vision blurred and faded to black.

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