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The whole house ceilings looked a pattern of green with sprinkled spots of red dotting it.

He had been sleeping all afternoon. And she had taken his noon abscence to decorate their whole house.

He came out of their bedroom and started down the stairs to the groundfloor. All the while almost grinning to himself, after noticing what each and every corner of the ceiling was hung with.

Oh, the mischeif.

He rounded a large circular table and was immediatly washed with the aroma of his favourite sweet.

But dark chocolate wasn't his only weakness.

No.

It was accompied with a soft humming of one of the most melodious voice in his world.

She moved around the large kitchen with practiced ease, a bowl in her hands stirring a dark liquid.

He knew what she was planning. He knew her strategies. And by the clues... he surely knew this one inside-out.

The white had moved its move.

It was now his turn.

So he sat himself in his study, at the almond color sofa and louged, a book open in his hands. Like he had been there the whole time.

She watched.

And he knew.


"Draco!" her voiced cut through his mussings, just on the second page into his fake reading. "Can you help me put this on?!"

Nice move, he smirked.

"Of course," he streched, "love."

He found her in the living room. Trying to decorate one of the top branches of the cristmas tree. Merry music softly floated around the space. One foot tip toed on the chair while the balanced on the arm rest of the plush sofa.

She turned and tried to face him. A smile toying her lips. But it flattered as she swayed dangerously. She gasped and stumbled, the box of frills and balls skipped out of her hand.

Draco caught just in time and smoothed down her yellow organza skirt. The frills still flew in the air while the colourful balls still bounced about. She opened her eyes and gazed into his grey ones.

But then she spotted something above them and gasped rather animatedly.

"Look what you are under-"

"... a ceiling?" He raised an eyebrow.

"...aaaannnd?"

He actually sighed. And then, he leaned down.

Time for check-mate.

"You don't need a weed to get me to kiss you, dummy."

A pure shock, surprise and eventually realisation washed over her.


A/N: I don't own H.P., it's J.K.'s.

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