Title: The Overstuffed Chair
Author: Azhure ( )
Furniture: overstuffed chair
Rating: R for slash themes
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
The snow had been falling since late the previous afternoon; it was hard to tell just what time it actually was. Whatever the time, it was the sort of day you wanted to stay inside and curl up in front of the fire with a good book.
Snow encrusted the window sills of Hogwarts castle. High up in the Gryffindor Tower, a very private room is currently being inhabited by two young lovers. Bad weather or not, they were not planning on moving from their cosy spot any time soon.
The two young men had fallen asleep in each others arms in the comfy overstuffed chair in front of the fire. A long and grueling Quidditch match the day before; complete with their intense love making long into the night; had thoroughly tired them out. Harry caught the snitch again, denying Draco a final chance at victory over Gryffindor in their last ever match whist still students.
Draco exacted his revenge on his lover and adversary that night. Judging by the smile on Harry's sleeping face, it seems Draco caught the golden snitch after all.
They lay dozing in each others arms, legs intertwined, Harry's feet hanging over the arms of the overstuffed chair. Room enough for two, but the slightly smaller blonde lay in Harry's lap, with his head nestled in his armpit, one arm lazily over his chest. Draco was normally a light sleeper, but after their intense session the night before, Draco was truly tired. The gentle rise and fall of Harry's chest and the rhythm of his heartbeat the only tonic needed for Draco to sleep soundly.
The boys were naked under a goose down quilt. The pile of rubble and bedding at the other end of the room was testament to the intensity of their desires; hence their need to sleep in the overstuffed chair. The fire was still blazing. Luckily a few spells made sure it wouldn't die down during the night. Both boys stirred and woke at the same time. Their bodies had begun to synchronise to each other, and waking up together was a symptom of the intensity of how much they gave to each other during their lovemaking.
Harry knew Draco was awake; just as Draco knew Harry was too. They liked it best when they both pretended to sleep, each listening out for the other. Harry had the distinct advantage of being able to open his eyes and watch Draco, without the other boy knowing. Of course, the increase in his thudding heart told Draco that Harry was indeed awake and no doubt checking him out!
Draco had no intention of moving from his current spot. He was totally comfortable in his lover's arms, and quite snug. This chair was amazing. No pillows required. Plenty of snogging space without any awkward knees and arms at odd angles. Harry raised his hand and stroked Draco's hair. Amazed at how smooth and sleek it remained, even after shagging and sleeping.
Snuggling down even further, Draco moved ever so slightly in Harry's lap to roll further into Harry, and further into the chair; stopping when he cradled the burgeoning pleasure that was Harry's morning glory. He brushed it lightly with his hand; just to let Harry know he was awake.
"Don't think you are going to squirm out of here this morning, Drey." Harry smiled down as the long fair lashes looked up and greeted him for this first time this day.
"Whatever are you talking about? Can't a guy snuggle on a cold and miserable day? Besides, the bed is certainly past its use-by-date." Draco tried to bring his feet in closer to his body. He had forgotten to wear his socks. He hated that. "I'm going back to sleep. It's too damn early - and too cold."
It was going to be one of those mornings. Lucky for them it was Sunday, and neither were expected to be anywhere for the day. With the weather looking to be set in, most students would be hoping to remain warm and dry, possibly studying, or off in some corner keeping warm in other ways. 'Drey is going to make me pay all day for winning that bloody match - not that I'm complaining.'
Harry was definitely way too comfortable. He had no intention of getting out of this chair for breakfast - or lunch for that matter. But if he didn't go, he knew Ron and Hermione would start searching for him. Harry hoped the two of them were in a similar position themselves, and had no intention of coming down to breakfast. It was just too damn cold. Harry hadn't been at the Gryffindor celebration last night, so naturally they would have assumed he was out snogging some lucky girl in a deserted classroom. A non appearance at breakfast would indicate something more long term - possibly even a shag. They didn't suspect that Harry was in love.
Harry loved Draco. Draco told him that he loved Harry in return. After all, he did defy his father and turn him over to the Aurors before the final battle began; going so far as to take Veritaserum in front of a room full of witnesses (Harry included) to prove he never wanted to be a Death Eater. He had been given a full pardon by the Ministry, and gained Harry's friendship - in more ways than he thought possible.
"Who's going down to breakfast first?" Harry was just making conversation.
"Idonwannagotootyredncold." Draco was drifting back to the land of nod.
"Well if you don't go, then I certainly can't escape from this chair. Looks like I'm your prisoner."
Draco got more comfortable - turning around to face Harry, and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. The fine stubble from their faces scratched, heightening the sensitivity in their lips. It had been 24 hours at least since Harry had shaved, and like his unruly hair, his whiskers now needed tending at least twice a day if he wanted to keep a smooth face.
Draco usually got away with shaving every morning. The pale hair on his face blended in so well with his skin, it would be hard to see. But if you rubbed your hand over his face, you could feel the soft silky stubble. Their current state of contentment in front of the fire, in the overstuffed chair was evident. Neither boy chose to rise out of it, and they both drifted back to a light nap.
The two secret lovers found this room one night after finding many of their usual haunts were occupied by other hormonally charged couples. Harry discovered that it was in fact, Godric Gryffindor's hidden suite. During that final battle Harry discovered he was the true Gryffindor heir. Just like Drey found out he was Salazar Slytherin's heir. 'Who would have thought - Godric & Salazar will be rolling around in their graves... '
"See, aren't you glad I won the game yesterday?" Harry said. "We could have been in your dorm room this morning, and not in this most comfortable of chairs."
"True, but I'm not exactly the most popular Slytherin when the team loses to Gryffindor." Draco was a little upset.
"Well, you could always go and tell them that you had me at your complete mercy since the game finished. Instead of killing me, you just fucked my brains out all night." Draco loved it when Harry talked dirty.
"Nah, if I had told them that, they probably would have wanted to watch. Perverts."
"So when were you thinking of getting up Draco?"
"Never. Besides, on such a horrible day, and after you were so mean to me yesterday, the least you could do is to be at my beck and call. I'm in a feline mood, and I want to stay curled up here in this chair all day."
It had come to this. The competition. Whenever they got the luxury of being able to lie in, they played this game. Neither of them wanted to get up, but they tried their hardest to get the other to get up.
"Well it's going to be hard to do anything. You are lying on top of me." Harry didn't sound as if he was hard done by from this experience.
"Well you'll just have to hex me to get me off."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"Our wands are over there on the bedside table. One of us will have to get up to get them. Eventually."
"Shit. Can't you just use your Jedi powers or something to summon them over here... I'm just not adept at that skill." Draco had become obsessed with Muggle science fiction after Harry showed him some DVD's during the summer break. Draco pointed out that the whole plot from Star Wars was based on the life story of a wizard many centuries before. He was quite irate that some Muggle got his hands on it and "butchered" the story. Apparently these so called Jedi powers were actually a form of Dark Arts. But Draco only knew this because of what his Father taught him all those years ago. Draco had told Harry about this, and the boys had been experimenting with learning how to do this, they couldn't see how summoning things without a wand could be considered a dark art.
"You know very well my young apprentice that too much of that will lead to the dark side." Harry was making fun of him now. Harry pinched Draco's nipple to make him wake up a bit.
"OWW! What was that for?"
"Well, if I can't sleep, and I'm not allowed to get up, seems the only thing to do is keep myself amused. Ticklish Malfoy?" Harry had the distinct advantage of knowing exactly where Draco was ticklish, and he began to move his hand around Draco's waist to gain entry inside his dressing gown, with the distinct purpose of tormenting Draco.
'Tormenting Draco.' That's all Harry had ever wanted to do. The types of torment had changed over the years, he no longer wanted to hex him, or turn him into a ferret. He thought of much more entertaining methods of torment. Tickling was one of those. Draco moved quickly to avoid the tickle, but he only ended up with his butt stuck down one side of the overstuffed chair, and Harry now straddling him. Harry's arms were still around Draco, and Harry had to lift him to extricate him from down the side of the chair.
"Better watch out Draco, this chair wants to devour you. I'm not prepared to let that happen. At least, not until I devour you first." Harry smiled, his emerald eyes sparking down at his lover, who returned a cheeky grin.
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They never did make it to breakfast, or lunch for that matter. In fact, Ron and Hermione didn't actually see Harry until breakfast on Monday morning. Judging by the Cheshire cat grin on his face, he had been celebrating quite thoroughly since the end of the game. Harry looked more relaxed that he had in a long time. Hermione was pleased. She knew he must have been busy with someone, he was constantly talking about his History of Magic assignment. He only talked that intently about assignments when he was avoiding an interrogation about his love life.
"So Harry, where were have you been since the game?" Hermione's interrogation began.
"Just in my room, 'Mione. Fell asleep in that wonderful old overstuffed chair in front of the fire. Woke up this morning� End of story."