Written for The Next Padfoot's Christmas carol challenge. Don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy, and have a Merry (if not a little early) Christmas!
Song: Santa Baby
Word count: 501
Pairing: Scorpius/Lily
Merlin, the things I do for her. That girl is truly something special, and I love her with more than every fiber of my being. If I didn't, then I probably wouldn't be sitting on her roof, in an incredibly uncomfortable Santa Clause costume, performing a cushioning spell on the bottom of her fireplace, and an undetectable extension charm on the chimney.
On Christmas morning Lily Luna Potter is always sitting in front of her fireplace, with a Christmas tree in the corner, and a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. She always has Christmas carols playing, unfortunately her favorite seems to come on quite a bit.
Some ridiculous Muggle song, "Santa Baby" is her favorite carol. Personally, I don't see why she likes it, it's an annoying song, and it quite frankly is awful. But she seems to have some strange affinity to it, or else it wouldn't be playing for the fourth time this morning right now.
Sure enough, I stick my head down the fireplace, and hear the voice of some Muggle girl singing.
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me,
I've been an awful good girl,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Taking a deep breath, I swing my feet over the edge of the chimney and let go of the edge, sliding down the brick hole and landing with a soft thud in her fireplace.
"Hey love," I say, as she shrieks with laughter. "Merry Christmas!"
"Scorpius!" she cries, getting up from the couch and helping me shed the coat and beard. "You didn't have to do this!"
"Of course I did," I say simply. "I'm living up to the lyrics of this song, and being your Santa baby."
As the song comes to a close, I sink to one knee and pick up a small blue box from some Muggle jewelry store, Tiffany's I think.
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
"Lily Luna Potter," I say, as she gasps and starts to cry. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes Scorpius! Yes!" she screams. I slide the beautiful ring inlaid with a diamond on her finger, and pick her up, swinging her around in a circle before setting her down and pulling her small frame to me, letting our lips meet.
"Did I live up to your song?" I say, glancing at the stuffed sable that sits under her tree, with a bow on it.
"You surpassed it," she smiles again, a beautiful smile, and presses her lips to mine.
"Good, I'd hate to think of another man being your Santa baby."
"You're the only one Scor, the only one," I wrap my arms around her slight frame, and dance in time to the next song that comes on the radio.