A/N: This fic is basically a compilation of Dean/Padma drabbles that I wrote a looong time ago – before OotP was released, I believe. Canon universe.
Happy Christmas
Padma clapped her hands to her mouth. "Oh, Dean," she breathed.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"How could I not? It's so beautiful! Oh Dean."
He grinned as she took the portrait from him and stared at it adoringly.
"I didn't know what else to do for you...we've only been together two weeks."
Padma stared at him in awe. "Well, after this, we're definitely going to be together for another two weeks!"
He chuckled as she threw her arms around him tightly. He was glad she liked the portrait.
He had drawn it from memory a couple of days ago. It was a picture of Padma wearing a crimson set of dress robes with a low neckline, a gold sash wrapped around her waist. Her long, dark hair was curled and her lips were curved into a brilliant smile. Her eyes were sparkling with delight in the picture.
It was how she had looked when he had realized she was the girl he'd spend the rest of his life with.
It had been her twentieth birthday celebration. Dean had been Parvati's date, because she hadn't wanted to go alone. Being her good friend and having nothing else better to do, he went along.
Padma had appeared at the top of a long, spiralling staircase in the Patil home and Dean hadn't been able to look away. He fixed the image of her in those dress robes in his mind as she walked slowly down the steps. Everyone had clapped happily and then complimented her on how lovely she had looked.
Parvati had noticed his entrancement and laughed. She introduced the two of them, and Dean had been the perfect gentleman. "Nice to see you again, Padma," he had said, kissing her on the hand.
And she had replied, "Er...who are you again?"
Dean had been a bit hurt - they had spent seven years at Hogwarts together, after all - but she made it up to him. She had allowed Dean to cut her birthday cake, which made him fall even harder for her.
He stayed by her side the whole evening, prompting some of the guests to ask whether or not he was her boyfriend. Padma had slyly responded that yes, he was, winking at him. He went along with it.
When he announced that Parvati wanted to leave, Padma looked slightly disappointed. "Well, I'll see you again?"
"Most definitely."
Now they were dating. When Dean had realized that Christmas was right around the corner, he did some quick thinking. Thus, he had decided to draw the portrait of her. Padma had never looked as wonderful as she had on that night.
"I think I love you, Dean Thomas," she said, bringing him out of his reverie.
Dean grinned and kissed her fiercely, taking away not only her breath but his own. "Well then I think I've had a Happy Christmas."
