A/N: You guys! I'm so thrilled that so many of you are having such a good time reading these. Yesterday's drabble gt a little wild, so today, something a little less lascivious from our favourite bad boys. Thanks every so much for all the love you've been giving these little one-shots I'm having a lot of fun writing them. Much love! xx-Kitten
12 Days of Death Eaters
By Kittenshift17
Chapter 4: Wanna Build a Snowman?
Draco Malfoy
"If you throw that snowball, we're at war," Theodore Nott informed him coolly, eyeing the snowball Draco had just created with clear warning in his eyes.
"We're already at war, you tosspot," Draco informed him before hurling the snowball at his best friend's face.
Theo hissed at the wet smack of the snow connecting with his cheek before flicking his wand. Before Draco's eyes, large snowmen formed, each of them rushing Draco and hurling parts of themselves at him.
"Ah, shit!" Draco shouted, being pelted with snow even as he waved his wand to create snow soldiers of his own.
Directing the snowmen to pelt his friend, a full on battle ensue, Draco and Theo the generals of their respective army of snowmen. Draco laughed as one of his smaller, guerrilla snow-monsters crept past Theo's defensive line and encased Theo in snow. Theo gave a shout of displeasure, bursting free of the monster and glaring his hatred at Draco across the battlefield they'd created on the rolling ground of Malfoy Manor that Christmas Day.
"Blast is all, Draco! I'm going to get you for this!" Theo shouted across the field, his snowmen growing into enormous snow giants that began using Draco's snowmen like footballs, punting them with explosions of snow that showered down upon Draco until he was soaked.
"Oi!" Draco shouted back, flicking his wand and creating even more snow monsters and sending them after Theo's monsters once more.
Gigantic now, they lumbered and stumbled about the yard while Draco chortled with more amusement than he'd felt all bloody year. Theo was laughing too, shaking his head and flicking his wand to make even more snowmen. Draco, meanwhile, decided to up the ante and flicked his wand at the lake, frozen over as it was. He smirked wickedly when, from beneath the solid surface, a great ice-sculpture took shape like an enormous, diaphanous dragon.
When Draco flicked his wand again, the great icy beast opened its jaws with a terrible crack of fracturing ice before breathing ice and sleet all over Theo's entire snowy army and Theo himself.
"Argh!" Theo shouted in a rage, diving free of the dragon's range before rolling to his feet once more and racing across the battlefield towards Draco, a beast of his own – this one a manticore – rising from the depths of the lake to do battle against Draco's dragon.
Lucius Malfoy and Thoros Nott chose the very moment that Theodore tackled Draco into the snow, pummelling him and laughing as they rolled and tumbled, to investigate the uproar. Generals of their armies, the snowmen of both young wizards fell to their aid, attempting to pry one from the other and turning on one another in their drive to help their fallen leaders.
"What, might I ask, is going on here?" Thoros Nott asked, and anyone who didn't know him would've had trouble discerning the faintest hint of amusement colouring his tone.
"Bloody hell, here we go," Theo muttered to Draco, freezing when he realised that were no longer alone.
"Are they… battling?" Lucius drawled and Draco cringed at his father's curiosity.
"It's Draco's fault," Theo immediately threw Draco under the bus, "I warned him not to throw a snowball at me or there'd be war."
"War, indeed," Thoros said, his lips twitching beneath his moustache.
Draco looked at Theo as they both got to their feet, fully expecting the reprimand they'd learned would follow such ungentlemanly and unrestrained behaviour. Theo looked uncomfortable as he attempted to dust the powered snow from his robes, shifting from foot to foot and shooting Draco an apprehensive look in return. Draco knew the feeling his best friend was suffering. They'd believed themselves alone at the Manor for the afternoon; the Dark Lord having summoned his followers who were of age and sent them running after some sort of Order safe-house where Potter was suspected of hiding.
"You know," Lucius drawled, watching the raging beasts of ice continue to charge at one another, colliding with terrible booms and cracks like thunder, "I do believe there is a muggle tune… how does it go, Draco? The one about the snowman?"
"Frosty the Snowman?" Draco asked, his brow furrowing.
"That's the one. A snowman comes to life and terrorises a town, I believe?"
"Erm… I think so, Father," Draco muttered, looking at Theo again whose eyes were wide as though he sensed a trap.
"It would be most… amusing, don't you think, if their catchy little tune were to become a less jolly reality, this Christmas?" Lucius mused, smirking at Thoros before shooting a wink at Draco.
Draco's stomach flipped in shock at the sight of the mischievous smirk on his father's lips. Something must've gone well today. Draco hadn't seen that sort of expression on his father's face since the end of fourth year. Not since the Dark Lord had taken over the Manor and constantly held court within its walls. Indeed, he didn't think he'd seen his father looking this interested in doing something silly and wicked in a very long time.
Thoros was also smirking now.
"It would be rather a good show, Father, if they were also set upon by gigantic icy sculptures," Draco drawled in reply, nodding his head towards the dragon he'd created with a little magic.
"It would, indeed," Lucius grinned, "Wiltshire, do you think?"
Thoros chuckled.
"Wiltshire will only scare the wits out of a handful of muggles at most," Thoros laughed, waving a dismissive hand, "London, on the other hand…"
"Has it snowed in London heavily enough to manage it?" Theo asked quietly, obviously hoping against hope that his father wasn't going to suddenly flip his mental switch again.
"Even if it hasn't," Thoros's boisterous laugh could be heard as he crossed the distance between himself and his son before slinging an arm around Theo – something Draco didn't ever remember happening before, "We can always make some."
Theo began to laugh wickedly.
Draco looked to Lucius, noting the way his father had rolled up his sleeve despite the snowy afternoon, his Dark Mark black and terrible against his pale flesh, matching that one Draco's own arm.
"Why don't we see if we can't interest your Uncles in a little snow-monster muggle scaring too?" Lucius asked, moving over to him and slinging his arm around Draco's shoulders affectionately, "Keep them out of your mother's hair a little longer while she oversees everything for the Yule feast this evening?"
Draco nodded his head.
"Are they here?" Draco asked quietly.
"Everyone is, among the Marked. The Dark Lord has some business to attend to this afternoon and won't be joining us, but I daresay I know a few chaps who might be interested in making a snowman this Christmas," Lucius smirked wickedly at him, ruffling his platinum hair affectionately.
When they all reached the house, Lucius led the way into the Drawing room where most of the marked Death Eaters of the Dark Lord's inner circle were gathered. Draco looked around them keenly, always prepared for their wickedness, no matter that he numbered among their company. No matter than many of them were related to him, or friends with his family.
"Alright, gentleman," Lucius smirked wickedly, drawing attention to the four of them in the doorway, his arm still slung around Draco, "Show of hands, who wants to build a snowman?"
"Have you lost your mind?" Aunt Bella demanded, raising one dark eyebrow.
"Don't be ridiculous, Bella," Lucius dismissed her with a wave of his hand, "I just want to have a little, old fashioned fun."
"Where are we headed?" Thorfinn Rowle piped up, smirking.
"London," Thoros announced, "The lads have a little trick or two they'd like to share with the muggles this yuletide season."
Smirks flitted around the room then. Muggle baiting, muggle hunting, muggle harassment; this was the language of a Death Eater when the Dark Lord was busy.
"Well," Antonin Dolohov spoke up, "Lead on, boys."
Draco smirked at Theo before he slung an arm around his father waist in return.
"I know just the place," Draco chuckled, pulling out his wand and flicking it at a nearby paperweight, turning it into a portkey.
Everyone gathered around it, putting a hand upon the device before Draco activated the spell. They landed in King James Park in the middle of London and Draco was the first aiming his wand at the clouds overhead, conjuring up a snowstorm like none London had ever seen. The snow fell fast and thick and all around them, it began to gather in fluffy flurries. Theo was laughing by the time he was creating enormous snow monsters and icy beasts. The others followed suit, the park filled with shouts of surprise over the snow and then terror over the sight of such large snowy behemoths.
When the first of the muggles began to scream while the snow monsters began to attack, Draco found himself laughing and smiling along with the rest. After all, t'was the season for cheer.