Title: Christmas is a Santa-Mental Time
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and anything recognizable are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Teen (Strictly for the last drabble that will be posted)
Warnings: Slash pairing; Sexual Innuendo
Summary: A collection of drabbles focusing on Harry and Draco celebrating their son, Jamie's, 'first' Christmas. Based on prompts given to me from my betas, readers and friends.
Prompt(s): Winter, baby's first experience with snow
First Snow
Harry looked up into the night sky, a content smile gracing his face as he watched fat, fluffy flakes drift lazily to the ground, his heart thrumming with joy. It had been a cold wet, winter thus far, and he had all but given up on the hope that the temperature would chill enough for anything but a wet, green Christmas. Granted, that was the norm for where they lived, but remembering the deep, white drifts surrounding Hogwarts when he was younger, he couldn't help holding onto the childish desire that the weather would cooperate for Jamie's first real Christmas. He remembered all too well the endless fun and couldn't wait to introduce Draco's and his son to it.
Tipping his head to the right when he heard a happy little gurgle, followed by a deeper chuckle, Harry grinned unabashedly at his family and watched as his black-haired son fruitlessly tried to catch snowflakes in his chubby hand, his silver-blue eyes wide with wonder. And then he laughed outright when Jamie opened his palm expectantly, pouting when he discovered his hand was empty of its prize. But it didn't stop him from attempting the same thing again and again.
Their boy had definitely inherited Harry's stubbornness.
Looking past Jamie's thick mass of wild curls, he was met with the warm grey eyes, laughing internally at their son's antics and felt love and happiness collide into a messy ball in his chest, and then fuse and melt into that feeling he called 'home.' And there was no place he'd rather be. After years of struggling to find his way, of fighting mad men, and struggling between life and death, he finally found where he belonged in the arms of a man he once called nemesis and now called husband.
Closing the few feet separating him from Draco, Harry wrapped his arm around the taller man's waist and tipped his head to a slight angle, accepting the sweet, tender kiss that Draco dropped on his upturned mouth. Closing his eyes, he revelled in the taste of chocolate and peppermint and snow and Draco, and knew that he wouldn't have wanted his life to turn out any other way.
Opening his eyes when another delighted squeal rent the air, he and Draco shared a long look that said everything that needed to be said and then turned in unison to the giggling boy in Draco's arms, laughing as the toddler pumped and flailed his chubby arms, trying to get his wayward fathers' attentions. And Harry's heart nearly burst when he found himself on the wet, sloppy end of a baby kiss and couldn't help thinking to himself –
This was shaping up to be his best Christmas yet.
