Title: Muggle Holidays
Challenge/Prompt: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco and Harry (Traditional Prompt #10, Christmas), and dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge (Prompt #4, ribbons).
Rating: K+/PG
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. / Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is in no way connected to the author of Harry Potter, JK Rowling. Harry Potter is owned by her, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Eighth-year (implied), AU, cursing, and fluffy.
"What is… Christmas, exactly?" Draco questioned, glancing up from his coursework.
"What do you mean by that, Malfoy?"
Draco sighed and finished the sentence he had written, putting his gorgeous quill pen aside. "Well, what is Christmas?"
The brunet across from him, Potter, arched an eyebrow and leaned closer to Draco, reaching over to tug a loose strand of white-blond hair out of his eyes.
"Well," he settled back, hand holding up his head. "It's a Muggle holiday associated with this man named Saint Nicholas, who gives toys to little boys and girls. He lives up in the North Pole, with little elves, wrapping gifts with ribbons and wrapping paper with all sorts of designs.
"There are a variety of songs written specifically for Christmas. How do you not know about it?"
"My family is pure-blood, Potter," Draco scoffed at Harry's incredulous tone. When the other wizard just gave him a blank look, Draco rolled his grey eyes and continued with, "We only celebrate the only wizarding traditions. Of course we don't know, nor celebrate, Muggle holidays."
"Well, what about Valentine's Day?"
"That was brought about by a wizard and his Muggle lover. Of course we all celebrate it."
"It was not."
"Do you want to argue this point, when you know I'm right?"
"Do you have to be such a bloody prick about it?"
"Berk."
"Prat."
They heard a loud shushing noise come from Madam Pince's vicinity, and both teens looked at each other, biting their lips to stifle their individual chuckles.
"Alright," Harry shook his head, hands raised in a motion of surrender. "You've made your point."
Draco returned to his work before asking again, "Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"What is Hanukkah?"
The resounding thud made Draco burst into laughter, and Madam Pince seethe with anger. Looks like curiosity really did kill the cat.
Author's Note:
I was unable to post yesterday =/
