Title: Flatmates: Draco's Gift (Part 7/9)
Author: sdk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione (finally!)
Rating: NC-17
Length/Word Count: 1,071 words for this part.
Warnings/Content: lack of inhibitions, blow jobs, sexual situations
Summary: Draco finally gets to open his gift.
Notes: Written for adventdrabbles and dedicated to the lovely torino10154 who requested some Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione an embarrassingly long time ago. Happy Christmas, bb! <3
This will be a series of 9 ficlets. Unbeta'd, so please forgive and/or point out any mistakes/errors you find!
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.

Link to Part 1: Flatmates: Prologue
Link to Part 2: Flatmates: Breakfast
Link to Part 3: Flatmates: When in Doubt, Fake it
Link to Part 4: Flatmates: Caught
Link to Part 5: Flatmates: Possibilities
Link to Part 6: Flatmates: Christmas Eve


Flatmates: Draco's Gift


Three of Ron’s strange concoctions later, Harry finally showed up. They’d managed to pass the time fairly amicably, though no matter how many subtle manipulations Draco had tried, neither Ron nor Hermione refused to give him any more hints about his impending present. He just knew he needed to be fairly lit, and Ron’s drink was definitely doing the trick.

He’d had to put up with a fair bit of groping on their part, though, and hadn’t been able to quell his perpetual arousal at the sight, no matter how many times he’d try to conjure visions of McGonagall’s tartan knickers. They thought they were being discreet, but too much drink must have skewed their perceptions because Draco noticed every time Ron’s hands would drift a bit too high beneath Hermione’s skirt, or ghost over the side of her breast, and Hermione for her part would shift just so causing Ron to exhale deeply. It was when he noticed his own hand wearing a short path from his knee to his thigh and back that he begin to be suspicious that his drink contained more than just alcohol. He didn’t bloody care at that point, as long as Harry came home right fucking then.

And Harry did. Draco was flooded with equal parts relief and the desire to drag Harry back to his bedroom and work out whatever this was in his system.

“Finally! One would think you were the workaholic in this flat,” Hermione said as Harry shrugged off his cloak and scarf before joining them in the sitting room.

“You started without me?” He dipped down and pressed his lips to Draco’s temple; it took all of Draco’s willpower not to pull him down for a proper kiss. “Have you been waiting long?” he whispered.

“Three of these,” Draco murmured back. Harry took Draco’s mostly full fourth glass and downed it in one go.

“No, we’ve waited! It’s been dreadfully hard, though,” Hermione confessed and Ron propped his head on her shoulder.

“Dreadfully hard,” he added and Hermione’s eyes widened for a moment before she elbowed Ron lightly in the ribs.

“You’re so crass.”

“That’s what you get for sleeping with a Weasley,” Draco said. Hermione gave Draco her patented ‘I-am-not-amused’ look, but Ron just laughed.

“‘Tis true, love. You knew what you were in for.” Ron turned, brushing his lips against Hermione’s jaw, which seemed to mollify her as her eyes went from stern to a barely contained bliss. Ron looked as if he wanted to keep kissing down her neck, but he glanced at Harry and raised an eyebrow. “Can we start now? We’ve been bloody waiting forever.”

Harry must have given some sort of silent consent as he sank down on the sofa behind Draco because the next thing Draco knew, Ron had lifted Hermione up and turned her so she straddled his lap. They were soon pulled into a deep long snog as if they were the only ones in the room. Draco had to admit the sight was captivating. He’d heard it for so long, imagined them for so long, it was a bit surreal to see it all unfolding before his eyes. Ron untucked her blouse in one hasty move, then rounded down and shoved up her skirt, exposing Hermione’s pale soft thighs. She threaded her fingers in his hair and rocked into him, and Ron groaned loudly.

Draco realised he was gaping; he tore his gaze away and half turned to meet Harry’s bemused smile.

“But I thought...we were opening presents?”

Harry’s smile grew but he remained silent.

And suddenly an evening’s worth of strange behavior from Harry’s flatmates and the copious amount of alcohol they’d all consumed made sense.

“This is my present?”

Harry nodded. At some point he’d snaked a hand around to Draco’s chest and with deft precision flicked open the top button on Draco’s collar, then begin to work his way down, fingers skimming over Draco’s exposed skin. “We can just watch...we can fuck and watch at the same time...or we can join in. It’s whatever you want.”

“Merlin,” Draco exhaled. “You’ll have to tell me where you shop, Potter.”

Harry laughed, then his lips grazed along the back of Draco’s neck, but Draco couldn’t properly enjoy it; his mind was swimming with Harry’s words. Before he could even begin to form an answer, Hermione pulled her lips free from Ron and her wicked grin shot a jolt down Draco’s spine.

“Oh, after all of this, you two are definitely joining in. You haven’t gotten his cock out already, Harry?” She made a ‘tut tut’ sound with her lips, then extracted herself from Ron’s embrace and made her way over to Draco. On her hands and knees. Draco’s cock shot from half-hard to standing in attention in two seconds flat as he watched her crawl across the couch. Her blouse was loose, thanks to Ron’s earlier maneuvers, and he could see her tits bouncing as the fabric dipped with her movement. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Draco’s mouth went dry.

Harry chuckled as Hermione went straight to Draco’s trousers and popped them open in no time at all. Harry’s hands roamed over Draco’s chest, tweaking his nipples, sending delighted shivers through Draco each time. Draco managed to look up from Hermione’s breasts and saw Ron perched behind the curve of her arse. He’d pushed her skirt up over her waist, and Draco suspected that if the fabric was out of the way, he’d see Ron’s fingers between her thighs, rubbing her through her knickers. But Ron’s eyes bored into Draco. Hermione wrapped her fist around Draco’s reddened cock and Draco moaned, unable to break Ron’s gaze.

“I think we’ve all got too many clothes on, don’t you Harry?” Ron’s lips slid into a sly smirk. Draco felt a wave of magic and suddenly they were all naked. He would normally tease Harry about showing off, but he was too distracted with a now very naked Hermione and Ron before him, both staring at Draco as if they’d like to eat him whole.

“Happy Christmas, Draco,” Hermione said. Then she swallowed his cock, and all Draco could do was lay back in Harry’s arms and enjoy the ride.




Link to Part 8: Flatmates: Whatever He Wants


Additional Notes: Just a quick reassurance to torino10154 and anyone else reading, this is not a fade to black scene. This is a "oh-god-fast-stretching-the-meaning-of-ficlet-with-word-count-and-there-is-still-so-much-to-go!" type of pause. There will be more of the foursome in part 8. :D








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