Haha, this idea rammed into my brain this afternoon when I was on the bus home from school and a favorite Christmas song came on. 'Cause it's never too early to start celebrating, here's a cute oneshot for you and happy holidays!
Warnings: Drarryness, two guys kissing, it's pretty mild ^_^
Disclaimer: I really own Harry Potter. And this is just an elaborate spell to make you think you're reading FAN fiction… Really. Unfortunately, my name is not JK Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter, or the characters. I just play with them… :) I also don't own the song "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause"
Scorpius Mafoy-Potter lay in bed thinking. He was trying to sleep, he really was, but Christmas Eve was just too exciting for his little six-year-old brain.
He decided that he'd do what his mom sometimes did for him when he couldn't sleep. So he trudged downstairs quietly, since he wasn't supposed to be awake.
He warmed himself up a cup of milk with the help of the house elf, and then started sneaking up the stairs again, warm milk and a few cookies in his hand. As he passed by the living room, he heard a small rustle, then a familiar voice said with a teasing tone, "Shh, you're going to wake Scor!"
Then there was more rustling. Scorpius set his milk down carefully on a hall table, then poked his head around the corner, wondering what his mom was doing. When he saw an unmistakable red coat and fluffy white beard, he squeaked and flung his head back around the corner.
"What was that?" Harry's clouded voice asked. There was an unintelligible response, which was greeted with a spluttered "But-!" before the rustling sound resumed.
Scorpius poked his head around the corner again to confirm what he had seen. Sure enough, there was his mom and she was… snogging Santa Clause? His eyes widened. Then he heard a giggle from his mom.
"Gotcha," he whispered, and tickled Santa's chin, giving him another smooch and pulling on his beard.
Scorpius's eyes widened again, and he whipped his head back around the corner, before running back up the stairs and hopping in bed, milk forgotten. "If only Daddy had seen that!"he giggled to himself, before finally falling asleep, visions of mistletoe in his head.
Downstairs, Harry had finally succeeded in pulling away from "Santa" when he heard Scorpius run up the stairs. He blushed and straightened his glasses, glaring at the man standing before him. "Told you that enchanted mistletoe was a bad idea. We woke him up."
He went to check that the child had really gone upstairs and noticed the now cold cup of milk sitting on the table. He chuckled, and picked it up to put it back in the kitchen. Warm arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he smiled when he heard the soft drawl. "Merry Christmas, Potter. Now get back over here so Santa can finish giving you your present." Harry laughed as he was pulled back under the mistletoe and kissed by the blond.
Yes, I know, crappy ending. *sigh* It sounded so much better in my head… But anyway, let me know what you thought, liked, hated, indifferent? And if I don't update before then, then Merry Christmas! (or whatever holiday you happen to celebrate)
And if you figured it out, Scorpius is Harry and Draco's son. Don't ask how, does it matter? I sadly don't own him either… That's a shame…
I'm thinking about doing another Christmas oneshot about why Draco came home in a Santa costume… But it's fun letting you all wonder! ^_-
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