Gift for anathema91: Slytherin Tarts (Harry/Draco, Blaise/Harry, Neville/Blaise) Title: Slytherin Tarts Author:acromantular Recipient:anathema91 Rating: Adult Word Count: ~4,000 Warnings: Epilogue-compliant, with blowjobs. Summary: Dating a Slytherin isn't all it's cracked up to be. But holidays can be especially trying. Harry/Draco, bits of Blaise/Harry and Neville/Blaise; past Neville/Draco Disclaimers: Anything you recognize is owned by JKR and her publishers; I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Notes: Happy Valentine's Day, anathema91! I tried to work in as much of your request as possible, though I'm not sure you expected quite as many of your pairing requests to show up! There is a good big of kissing, though. ♥ Thank you to my stalwart beta E, and to the mod for her almost-unending patience.
"You can bring your little Slytherin tart to Christmas dinner at the Burrow," Ginny said without preamble.
Harry blinked down at her through fogged glasses, stalled with his scarf half-unwound.
"Er, thanks." He finally disengaged himself from the scarf and hung it over the back of his chair, covered it with his jacket, and sat down. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Ginny motioned to the waitress, who plunked down a pot of tea and two cups.
"Not exactly," she said, holding up a silencing hand before he could speak. "But even someone I despise is still better than your slut phase. I'm hardly thrilled, but it's better you're mostly seeing one bloke instead of sneaking out on me to fuck anything with a dick."
Harry grimaced and poured two cups of tea, ignoring curious glances from the pair of elderly witches at the next table. He cast a quick Muffliato and they turned away disappointed.
"Quite the vote of confidence."
"I'll never like this one, but I'm hardly the one you need to worry about." Ginny smirked, an evil twist to her lips, and accepted the cup with a nod. "Bill and George will give you the abuse you deserve."
"Thanks," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Glad to hear I'm accepted."
"Your ego isn't my concern," Ginny said dryly, leaning back and folding her arms. "It's the example you set for the children."
"Are you implying that I – "
"No, I'm saying that your boyfriend is a twat."
Harry scowled.
"Conditions: one," Ginny held up a finger. "You're welcome to show up on Christmas morning, any time after 8am."
Harry nodded.
"Two." Another finger. "He doesn't show his face until just before dinner. Three. You both leave separately; he goes first."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Four. He doesn't throw a tantrum (again), insult my family (again), or feel you up in front of the children."
Harry winced. "I'd never - "
"Look, just make sure he behaves?" Ginny sighed. "Please? This is our first full Christmas apart, and I want to be sure we get it right for the kids."
Harry nodded, nibbling nervously at a biscuit. This was quickly becoming more than he could handle.
"But Mum has invited Neville for dinner too," she continued. "He's finally done with his sabbatical, and with his Gran gone she felt bad for him."
Neville – Harry hadn't seen him in two years! Things were definitely looking up.
--
Or perhaps not.
Harry woke early, showered twice (best not to dwell on the unfortunate waffle accident), and dithered for fifteen minutes the second time before finally settling on the black robes with green trim.
It was festive, he thought, and showed a bit of subtle Slytherin solidarity. That, and they were the only clean robes he could find – sending Kreacher to stay with Ginny and the kids had seemed like a good idea at the time, but he was pants at remembering laundry.
He finally made it to the Burrow around 11am – well after the chaos of presents and stockings, and in plenty of time for lunch. His kids blew by, pausing just long enough for hugs and squealed thanks for their new brooms (he'd the presence of mind to ask Kreacher to take care of timely delivery) before tearing out into the back yard after their cousins.
"Lend a hand," George said, bumping into him with an armload of folding chairs. "And don't ask."
Harry grabbed a batch and followed, sniffing suspiciously. "What were these?"
"Dad transfigured wood scraps from the chicken coop," George answered with a grin as he tucked his chairs under the expanded table. "Told you not to ask."
Harry set his down, and cast a quick Scourgify.
"Right."
"So, when's the arrogant prick showing up?
Harry groaned, and headed back out with George at his heels.
"Come on, he's not that bad, is he?"
George rolled his eyes. "Just give us fair warning, mate."
"Just in time for dinner, around six," Harry said, eyeing George suspiciously. "You're going to behave, right?"
"Just as long as he does," George promised with a wink.
--
He was settled deep into the overstuffed chair, feet stretched out towards the warm fire, with a second mug of Firewhisky-spiked nog in cradled on his stomach when the doorbell rang at 5.
"I'll get it!" Lily scampered through from the kitchen before any of the adults could move. Harry smiled as she flew past, pigtails bouncing against the back of her new Ravenclaw-blue jumper.
"Merry Christmas!" He heard her squeal, then, "Oh."
He closed his eyes as Lily stomped back into the room. "It's for you, Dad."
"I think she likes me."
He opened them again to see Blaise Zabini smirking down at him. Blaise sat down on the arm of the chair, and leaned over to give Harry an open-mouthed kiss. Harry caught the intruding tongue and gave it a sharp nip.
"You're early," he said, ignoring Ron's strangled cough from across the room.
"Yes," Blaise murmured, oozing off the arm into Harry's lap, and palming Harry's cock (somewhat) discreetly through his trousers. "But you're clearly glad to see me."
Harry laughed uncomfortably and looked around the room for help, but everyone else had either bailed for the kitchen, or developed a sudden intense interest in the floor or their drinks.
"Maybe we should go outside for a talk," he muttered. Blaise gave his crotch a squeeze, and Harry batted the hand away. "Or perhaps not."
The doorbell rang again, and three adult voices yelled "I've got it!" before Lily had the chance to respond. Ginny was first to the door.
"Neville!" she cried happily.
Harry shoved a pouting Blaise off his lap, and joined the rest of the Weasleys at the confusion in the front hall.
"Neville!" he cried, pounding his friend on the back. "How've you been?"
"Fantastic." Neville released Harry and grinned back at him. "And you'll remember my friend Draco Malfoy?"
The universe contracted to a pinpoint, and when Harry's brain caught up with his body again he was shaking Malfoy's hand and joining with the chorus of Weasleys to invite him in.
Malfoy looked chilled and more than a bit nervous, but otherwise exactly as he had three years ago when Harry had last seen him on the King's Cross platform: tall and slender, with his hair just beginning to thin in front. He turned to hand his long coat to Ginny, and Harry couldn't help noticing the man's remarkably trim arse.
"Come in, sit down!" Arthur cried, barely missing a beat. "Ron, get these fellows some eggnog. Neville must tell us what he's got up to on his sabbatical."
--
Harry sank deeper into his chair, cradling his eggnog and half-closing his eyes as Neville rattled on about long-distance Portkeys, the intricacies of musically-trained grapevines, and the weather in the south of France. He wiggled his feet, inching them closer to the fire.
"But Draco's the real vine expert – my experiments moved along much faster when we were dating."
Harry's eyes snapped open.
"You still Floo-call every few hours for advice," Malfoy said rolling his eyes. "I swear I got more sleep last year."
"Er, you two are..." Harry croaked, trying to shift up a bit.
Blaise kicked him in the ankle. Hard.
"Were." Neville wasn't even blushing; what was wrong with the world? "Now we're just mates."
"Neville dumped me for a Merlot/Tentacula cross," Malfoy volunteered, cuffing Neville – Merlin, his ex - lightly across one shoulder. "Said it behaves better."
"I only said it was easier to train," Neville answered, smirking.
Harry gulped his drink – steady on.
The conversation veered back towards travel, and Harry tried not to stare. He glanced over at Blaise, who turned out to be glowering at him over tightly crossed arms, then hastily shifted back to the safety of his eggnog.
"Dinner!" Molly called from the kitchen. She was answered almost immediately by squeals of happiness from the children spread throughout the house. "Mind the rampaging hordes."
Al raced through, half-soaked and still holding his broom. He saw Harry, and did a quick about-face just long enough to deposit his broom and cloak on the pile in front of the door before dashing off to join his cousins.
Harry got up slowly, waiting for the rest of the group to queue up ahead of him.
"What was that all about?" Blaise hissed in his ear.
"Huh?" Harry looked around. "Al was just in a rush."
"You know what I mean," Blaise said, leaning in and squeezing his elbow. "I saw how you were staring... "
But Harry didn't get the chance to figure out exactly what had got Blaise's panties in a bunch this time, as Lily and James chose exactly that moment to pitch a fight over who got to sit next to Teddy. By the time he had them settled, Blaise had seated himself at the far corner between Fleur and Neville, and was speaking animatedly in French. Harry found himself with the only remaining seat - between George and Malfoy.
"I see the prat's ditched you," George said around a mouthful of roll. "I would too – Fleur's much more attractive."
"Merlin, Potter, have you no sense?" Malfoy said, shaking his head. "Take my word for it - Zabini is way out of your league."
"I think Harry's kind of hot," Charlie offered from across the table.
"Of course he is," Malfoy said, scooping up his own roll and passing the basket to Harry, who took it automatically. "But that's not what I meant. Zabini needs someone who can keep him in line. And you're clearly not it."
"Wait, what?" Bloody hell. Malfoy thought he was hot?
"So Harry's a hot pushover," George said with a grin. "Are you offering to take Zabini off our hands?"
"Hardly!" Malfoy snorted. "I had to put up with the git long enough at Hogwarts. He's totally not my type. But Neville might be able to keep him in line."
"Er," Harry realized he was still holding the basket of rolls, and passed them across to Charlie. "Don't I get a say?"
"Possibly not," George said, looking disturbingly cheerful. "Bloke's taken a strong interest in our Neville."
Harry leaned forward to peek around Malfoy.
Blaise was laughing at something Neville had just said, his hand resting loose against the other man's forearm. He glanced over his shoulder, and eyes sweeping across Harry's for an instant, cold and hard, before leaning in to whisper something in Neville's ear. Harry let out his breath and sat back slowly, closing his eyes.
"Fuck."
"Blaise is tactful as ever, I see." Malfoy said softly, and when Harry opened his eyes he found the other man looking at him with a surprising sympathy. "This may call for a stiffer drink."
"Happy to help," George said, Summoning the Firewhiskey from the counter, and topping off all three of their glasses. "Here's to another complicated family Christmas."
--
Harry managed to ignore Blaise for the rest of dinner, happily sinking into a warm friendly bubble. Malfoy told increasingly inappropriate jokes, while George kept plying everyone around him with Firewhiskey.
As the rest of the crowd began to shift to more comfortable seating Malfoy excused himself to join the washing-up, but since George was in the midst of a detailed explanation of a new product idea (and pouring him another shot of whiskey), Harry stayed slouched in his chair.
The sudden crash in the pantry jolted him back upright, but the sound of Blaise's well-developed whine sent him shrinking back down again.
"I knew he'd throw a tantrum," Ginny said, casting a quick silencing charm at the pantry door as she bustled through from the kitchen. She glared at Harry on her way out. "He's had his chance. Never again."
"She's right, mate," George said, waving his glass at Harry. "Just dump the bastard already."
Harry sighed, pushed his chair back from the table, heaved himself up, and headed for the pantry. He could feel Ginny's spell bubble as he walked through the door, and the noise from the rest of the house faded.
"Out, Blaise," he said, suddenly tired. "I've had enough."
"I'm not done here," Blaise answered, still glaring at Malfoy, who was leaning comfortably against the onion bin.
"We've nothing more to discuss," Malfoy said with a small shrug.
"Blaise." Harry's voice was tight. "Leave. Now."
Blaise rounded on him. "You've got nerve, after the way you were mooning after Draco's arse all evening."
"Is that what you think," Harry said quietly.
"It was obvious to anyone with half a brain," Blaise sneered. "I figured best to warn Draco off before I stumbled on the two of you sucking each other off in the loo."
"Get out. You're insulting our guest, and I won't have you ruin another holiday for my family."
"Forget it. I'm done with this – and you." He whipped round to glare at Malfoy. "Both of you. Bugger each other into the potatoes for all I care; I'm gone." He straightened his robes and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Harry glared after him for a moment, then closed his eyes and slumped back against the shelves.
"Impressive, Potter; didn't know you had it in you."
Harry squinted at him, but the other man didn't seem to be mocking him.
"Drink?" Malfoy took a swig straight from a bottle of Plumfairy rum and held it out to Harry, who accepted gratefully.
"I've no idea what I saw in that prat," he said, taking a drink.
"You mean, besides the enormous cock?" Malfoy smirked at him and retrieved the bottle. "But yes, it really doesn't make up for much."
"Did you..."
"Schoolboy experimentation only," Malfoy said firmly. "He's an absolute wanker. But I still think Neville might be able to settle him out."
"Better him than me," Harry muttered, snagging the bottle for another drink. "I came in here to dump him, and turns out the stupid arsehole thought I spent all night planning to suck you off."
"Don't even try to tell me you it didn't cross your mind," Malfoy drawled, flipping his wand to cast a quick locking spell at the door. "Anyway, it seems almost a shame to disappoint him." He took the Plumfairy rum out of Harry's unresisting hands and set it up on the shelf next to the biscuits, then resumed his sprawl against the onions.
"Shall we do something about it?"
"No argument here." Harry levered himself up and walked over to Malfoy, straddling his legs and pressing his hips in close. He leaned forward, placing his hands flat on the counter behind Malfoy, and leaned in, breath ghosting against Malfoy's neck. "And I just may have been checking out your arse."
Malfoy shivered below him. "Is that so."
"Maybe." Harry nipped lightly at the base of Malfoy's neck, then licked a trail up to the base of his ear. He sucked on the lobe, grinning as he felt Malfoy squirm against him.
"Too slow, Potter," Malfoy murmured into his ear. He brought both hands up to capture Harry's face, shifting gently until their mouths met, then pressing forward eagerly.
Harry parted his lips and sucked in Malfoy's tongue. The taste of Plumfairy wine mixed with the remains of the pudding they'd had for dessert, the tastes all tangled up with the spicy scent Malfoy wore.
He moaned, grinding his hips against Malfoy, and brought one hand to rest on the other man's hip while sending the other to tangle in his silky hair. Malfoy pressed back, moving one hand across Harry's chest as his tongue roved Harry's mouth. Harry tugged hard, pulling Malfoy's head back and shifting down to suck on his throat.
"Careful with the hair, Potter," Malfoy gasped, grabbing the front of Harry's shirt as he arched backwards. His other hand shifted down between them, and began working the buttons on Harry's trousers. "Bloody impossible Muggle-wear."
Harry snorted, and pulled back, slapping Malfoy's hands away. "Be patient," he whispered, dropping to his knees on the pantry floor. "You'll get your turn."
He ran his hands up Malfoy's bare legs underneath his robes, enjoying the other man's shiver as Harry's hands skimmed up the inside of his thighs. Harry smiled as he reached Malfoy's hips, flipping the robes up to expose Malfoy's naked and extremely stiff, erect cock.
"Expecting anything special tonight?" He asked, looking up with eyebrows raised.
"Standard wizarding wear," Malfoy breathed, bracing himself against the counter as he cuffed for Harry's head with his free hand. "Now suck it, Potter."
Harry grinned. He leaned in, ran his tongue up the shaft, and breathed lightly on the head of Malfoy's dick before pulling back again.
"Potter!"
"Say please, Malfoy," he said, barely ghosting over the head of Malfoy's cock as the other man thrust forward against Harry's restraining grip.
"Bloody hell, you insufferable wanker... "
He gave the head another tiny lick and Malfoy whimpered, the words ripped from his throat. "Potter, please!"
Harry leaned forward and sucked Malfoy's cock in deep, shifting one of his hands to cup Malfoy's balls. Malfoy groaned and thrust his hips forward, forcing Harry to pull back. He squeezed gently, and Malfoy froze, twitching. Harry hooked both hands under Malfoy's thighs and lifted him up onto the counter, his mouth still firmly attached to the other man's cock as Malfoy arched backwards.
"Merlin, Potter!"
Malfoy's hands tangled in his hair as Harry continued his ministrations, sucking, licking, and squeezing the other man's cock. His fingers tightened, and Harry leaned in again, holding Malfoy's bucking hips in place as his cock pulsed, shooting down Harry's throat.
He gave a final lick and sat up, smiling gently, as Malfoy sagged backwards.
"Ow!"
Harry laughed. "Mind the cabinets – knobs are pointy."
"Exactly why do you know this?"
"Don't ask," Harry said with a grin. "But it's your turn."
Malfoy licked his index finger, and reached a lazy hand down towards his arse. "Is this what you're after?"
"In a minute," Harry said, straightening up and reaching for his wand. "Don't get too far without me."
He gave a quick swish-flick, and an intensely bright stag erupted from his wand and sprang through the wall of the pantry.
"Shiny," Malfoy said, the wet finger now dipping in and out of his hole. "But won't it attract some unwanted attention?"
"It's a bit stronger today," Harry said, eyeing Malfoy thoughtfully. "But I do have to tell Ginny something before we disappear."
"This sounds promising."
Harry leaned in and licked, tongue swiping across Malfoy's finger-filled arsehole. He stood up, grabbed an empty biscuit tin, and tapped it with his wand. "Temporary portkey."
"Get us out of here," Malfoy whispered. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Deal."
--
Harry fidgeted with the collar his dress robes, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Cut it out," Draco said, slapping his hand away. "I like it messy."
Harry smirked back at him.
"The hair, you prat," Draco said with a grin. "Now, take me out to the expensive dinner I deserve."
"Side along?" Harry held out his arm.
"Still not a girl, Potter," Draco said, but he tucked his hand into the offered elbow and slid over until their hips were touching. "This had better be a good restaurant – I won't put up with your plebian tastes for Valentine's Day."
"You picked the place," Harry said with a shrug. "Figured that meant I was safe."
"Hardly."
He leaned in and kissed Harry on the cheek as they Disapparated, stepping back again as they reappeared on the cobblestones but maintaining a firm grip on Harry's hand.
"So you mean this isn't a simple Valentine's Day dinner-for-sex transaction?" Harry asked, giving Draco's hand a squeeze.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"First, nothing about me is simple," he answered. "Second, if this were any sort of transaction for sex, you could never afford me."
"You couldn't afford you," Harry answered with a grin.
"Exactly."
They stepped out of the alley, turning down the street towards the restaurant. Light poured out of its large windows, displaying the couples sitting at each of the small tables.
"Wait," Draco said, tightening his grip on Harry's arm. "Look, there on the left."
"Merlin's balls!"
Blaise Zabini and Neville Longbottom were seated at a table directly in front of the window, finishing their wine with their other hands entwined across the table.
Neville smiled, and reached into the pocket of his robes. He pulled out a tiny box, tapped it to enlarge just a bit, and passed it across the table.
Blaise tugged off the green bow and lifted the lid, and they could almost hear his giddy squeal as he shivered with clear delight.
Neville reached into the box and pulled out something thin and dark. Blaise leaned forward proudly, letting Neville fasten the collar around his neck.
"Bloody hell," Harry said, finally able to move again. "You may have been right."
"Of course I was right, Potter," Draco said, reaching squeezing his hand. "It looks like Neville has him well in hand."
Harry snorted.
"But suddenly I don't feel like dinner out."
"And what would you prefer?" Harry asked with a smirk.
"Something we can eat in bed, perhaps?" Draco answered, matching his grin. "I'm sure that pervy house elf of yours will come up with something suitable."
"I'm still barely over seeing Neville collar my ex," Harry said with a mock-shudder, as he steered them back towards the Apparition point. "I'll thank you not to suggest such things about Kreacher again."
Draco stopped suddenly, and reached up to cup Harry's face.
"I'll make it up to you," he promised, and kissed him deeply. After a few moments he pulled back, resting his forehead against Harry's. "Really."
"What, I get to pick the toys tonight?"
"I'm being serious, you twat," Draco said, reaching around to smack him on the arse. "No, really."
"So what does that mean?"
"I'm taking you up on that offer," Draco answered. "I'll come live with you, provided you move to Grimmauld Place."
Harry's smile lit the alleyway, and he pulled Draco into a tight hug.
"There's plenty of room for your brood and Scorpius when Hogwarts is out," Draco said, words muffled by Harry's shoulder. "It will work perfectly."
"I know," Harry said softly, loosening his hold enough to kiss Draco lightly on the lips again.