LADY MALFOY
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related belongs to J. K. Rowling. And the places I mention, in the story do not belong to me.
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My muse is so very happy with you guys that she dedicated the whole chapter for readers eagerly waiting for Harriet/Draco interaction of which I kept promising but hadn't delivered yet. Well, enjoy the start of the romance!!!!!
Extremely sorry for the delay, guys. This is my first time writing romance and you have no idea how many times I rewrote each paragraph and I am still not sure how good it is. Anyway, Enjoy!!!
Warnings: AU NON-MAGIC . Harry is a female. You will find swear words but quite seldom. Enjoy a bit of fluff in this chapter. I will add further warnings as story progresses.
Chapter 14: Christmas
For the whole week since Alexandra's confession, Harriet's mind was predominantly occupied with thoughts of Draco's past. As a result, Harriet kept stealing glances at Draco when he wasn't looking, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the boy who had bravely stood up to his parents and their acquaintance for the honour of his nursemaid.
As for Anna, a part of Harriet felt sorry for everything the woman had to go through, but another much larger part of her felt envious of Anna for being the object of Draco's affections despite her words to Alexandra, and Harriet felt perplexed at her jealousy. Her wonderment over Draco's true feelings towards Anna often left her disturbed much to her confusion.
During breakfast on the fifteenth of December, Alexandra broached the subject of Christmas.
"I have received letters from your aunts and cousins, Draco. Except for Edgar, Morgan and Laura and her family, none of the others will be coming for Christmas," Alexandra said plaintively.
Seeing the depressed look on Alexandra's face, Draco internally sighed.
Trying to bring Alexandra out of her melancholy, Harriet proclaimed exuberantly, "I always loved Christmas. There is nothing like the excitement of decorating the Christmas tree, preparing a feast, baking cakes, buying gifts, singing carols and playing games."
Draco, who was staring at Harriet in disbelief, shook his head. "A Christmas tree?" He drawled, arching a brow at her.
"Oh yes, decorating the tree with ornaments, ribbons, lighted candles, tinsel ..." Harriet trailed off, noticing the frowns on Draco and Alexandra's faces. Understanding, "Oh, you don't put up a Christmas tree," Harriet stated with a twinge of disappointment in her tone.
"Your family does?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Aye, we have been following the custom of putting up a Christmas tree for the last two years. It was Charlie who told us about it. He said that Prince Albert brought the custom to England and that Windsor Castle is splendidly decorated with trees on Christmas. After much persuasion on our part, Father finally consented to introduce the custom in The Burrow. Seeing the tree in our house, many of our neighbours started following the custom from last year," Harriet gushed emphatically.
Alexandra acquired a thoughtful look for a brief pause. "Well then, why should we lag behind in embracing the tradition? We will introduce the custom of putting up the tree in Malfoy Manor this year," Alexandra said decisively.
"Not preparations again! Grandmother, you were completely haggard by the end of the wedding and that was just little over a month ago," Draco objected, looking sternly at Alexandra.
Before Alexandra could open her mouth to argue, "Oh, Grandmother doesn't have to do anything. I will take care of everything. I promise," Harriet hastily interjected, directing a pleading yet shy look at Draco. "Please, Mr. Malfoy."
Now, Alexandra was inquisitively watching him for the response.
Sighing loudly in annoyance, "All right," Draco grunted at last. At that Harriet and Alexandra shared happy smiles.
"And it would not exert me much to provide suggestions now and then," Alexandra said genially.
Beaming at her, "It would be marvellous!" Harriet said brightly. "Oh, there is so much to do!"
Draco stared at Harriet's flushed face and sparkling green eyes as she enthusiastically spouted off the things that would be needed, without a pause, to Alexandra.
"I suppose, a shopping trip is in order," Alexandra said when Harriet finished her monologue. Glancing at Draco, "Draco, why don't you accompany Harriet to Calne today?" Alexandra suggested, her eyes twinkling when she noticed Draco's fixed stare on Harriet.
Harriet, who too had noticed his attention, blushed self-consciously.
Blinking and then averting his eyes to his plate, Draco said, "I have other appointments, Grandmother."
"Well, take her when you have the leisure. I am sure Harriet would not mind waiting till then," Alexandra said, booking no argument.
After a moment, "All right!" Draco grumbled.
Harriet frowned at his attitude. Though a little hurt, Harriet did not want to burden him. "Won't you be joining us in the shopping?" Harriet asked hopefully, turning to Alexandra.
"No, darling. I don't think I could stand to spend so much time outside in the cold," Alexandra admitted. "Will you bring a few things for me if I give you a list?"
"Of course."
After breakfast ended, Alexandra excused herself to the morning room, saying, "I fully expect you two to keep your promise and play us a duet on the evening of Christmas." As an afterthought, she recommended, "Perhaps it is prudent to practise together before the performance."
As soon as she left, Draco groaned loudly, causing Harriet to frown deeply at him. "Mr. Malfoy, you don't have to take me shopping if you are preoccupied. I can ask Hermione or one of my brothers to accompany me," Harriet said seriously.
Startled, Draco glanced at her expressionlessly for a moment before saying, "That won't be necessary. We will go to Calne day after tomorrow."
Harriet's brows knitted in puzzlement as she watched him walked away.
Their hour and a half journey to Calne was a quiet one. This was the first time Harriet was going outside of the Malfoy estate since the wedding. Harriet didn't mind her companion's silence for she was busy watching with admiration the snow covered large stone houses (though none bigger than Malfoy Manor), lands stretching for miles and the far off hills through her glass window. It had started snowing a couple of days ago. A week earlier than usual, according to Alexandra, but Harriet could not help but be awed by the beauty of the Manor covered in white snow.
Harriet was also excited about seeing her brothers' shop. Not a week after her wedding, Harriet had received a letter from Fred and George informing her of the joke shop they had set up in Calne's market street.
The silent atmosphere broke as soon as their carriage approached the Calne's market. The streets were a bustle of activity with several men, women and children walking from store to store, making purchases for the Christmas. They were all moving hurriedly on the streets in order to escape the chilly weather.
Getting out of the carriage with the help of Draco, Harriet looked around, pleased and excited despite the biting cold, and asked, "Where shall we go first?"
"How about the book shop?" Draco suggested, motioning to the large bookstore across the street.
Reading the name of the shop, Harriet internally cringed, but accompanied Draco to it nonetheless.
"Who are you buying books for?" Harriet asked him curiously as they swiftly walked.
"Peter is an avid reader. He cares for no other gifts. So, we all give him books during the festivities," Draco said, opening the glass door for her.
The shopkeeper bowed in greeting to Draco as soon as he noticed him.
"Mrs. Malfoy, this is Mr. Reed, the owner of Flourish and Blotts," Draco introduced them. "This is my wife, Mrs. Harriet Malfoy."
Mr. Reed bowed to Harriet, which she returned with a polite curtsy.
"Any subject in particular that Peter prefers?" Harriet asked, browsing through the shelves stacked with books.
"All kinds of literature," Draco replied promptly, looking through the latest books of Literature in its section. "I suppose you are buying the gift for your friend, one Miss Granger."
"Yes, Hermione is quite similar to Peter in that regard. Though she likes books on History," came Harriet's soft voice from the History section.
Finally finding a book that she had heard Hermione gush about several times, Harriet carried it to the counter.
"How much does this cost, Mr. Reed?" Harriet said politely.
"Fifteen shillings and eight pence, Madam," Mr. Reed said, studying the cover with shrewd eyes.
Harriet's eyes widened at the price and then, biting her lips, Harriet said, "On the other hand, I don't like this book that much. I will go find some other."
Flushing at the frown Mr. Reed was directing at her, "Er ... I shall take this back to the shelf, shall I?" Harriet said awkwardly before quickly walking away.
After staring dejectedly at the overly expensive books for ten minutes, Harriet gave up on the idea of buying anything from the shop and walked over to Draco.
"Are you done, Mr. Malfoy? Can we leave?" Harriet asked him, looking around uncomfortably.
"Yes," Draco said, carrying three large tomes in his hands with some effort, and then, noticing her empty hands, he asked, "Where are yours?"
"I am not buying any," Harriet said nonchalantly, taking a book from his hands and walking towards the counter.
Placing a hand on her arm, Draco stopped her progress and asked, "Why? I thought you were going to buy Bagshot's book?"
Though Harriet shook her head in negation, Draco did not release his hold. Seeing no other way out, "Er … It is too expensive," Harriet admitted in a hushed whisper, her face burning in embarrassment. "I shouldn't have come here. There was a reason why Hermione and I used to avoid this shop. Too much temptation."
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Draco walked to the history section and grabbed a copy of Bagshot's book and carried it to the counter along with the others.
"What are you doing?" Harriet asked, frowning as he placed the books on the counter to be billed. "Why are paying for that book? I could have bought some other gift for Hermione," Harriet whispered frantically, staring at him.
After paying for the books, he turned to Harriet. "I will be paying for your shopping," Draco whispered back with a firm tone as they waited while Mr. Reed gift-wrapped them.
"You don't have to. I have money. I can pay for my own gifts," Harriet argued insistently, gazing at him.
With an irritated look on his face, "Are those going to be sufficient for the next three years?" Draco hissed at her mockingly.
Visibly flinching, Harriet backed away from him a little with her head bowed.
Feeling slightly guilty, Draco gently took Harriet's arm in one hand while carrying the books with the other and led her outside. "Let's go."
Handing the books to their carriage driver, Crabbe, Draco led her to different shops. Harriet's mood steadily improved as she immersed herself in selecting different items for the Christmas decorations and gifts. When she noticed the bored expression on Draco's face, Harriet hurried with her shopping. Harriet said nothing but watched resignedly and somewhat unhappily as Draco paid for all their purchases.
"Let's take a break, shall we?" Draco said, inclining his head in the direction of a large confectionery.
"Yes, please," Harriet said with some relief. They had been shopping for several hours now and Harriet was starting to feel tired and a little hungry.
Together, they walked into the bakery from which wafted the delightful aromas of roasted nuts and baked goodies.
"Mr. Malfoy, chocolate flavoured ones are over here," Harriet said, pointing to the chocolate pastries displayed in the glass shelves to Draco, who was studying the deserts across the room.
Blinking in surprise, Draco approached her.
Draco chose a chocolate pastry while Harriet ordered a treacle tart for herself; they settled across one another at a table with their respective treats and warm cups of coffee.
They ate in silence for a few minutes before Harriet decide to strike up a conversation. "So, what exactly do you usually do on Christmas?" Harriet asked him interestedly.
"Exchange gifts and attend the Mass and finally indulge in the Christmas feast in the evening," Draco shrugged and then flippantly added, "But last year, Grandmother and I were in London, attending the Marriage Mart to be precise."
Harriet, who had just taken a bite of the tart, choked. "What? But you said ..." she trailed off, lightly coughing into her hand.
Silently, Draco placed the cup in her hand and gestured her to drink some.
Taking a sip, Harriet stared wide-eyed at him.
"Relax, Mrs. Malfoy, I was merely escorting Emily to the parties and balls along with Grandmother since Uncle Walter was ill and Aunt Elizabeth had to stay and take care of him," Draco told her, smirking slightly at her reaction.
Colouring a little in embarrassment, "Oh" was all Harriet could say.
A long pause later, "But then why didn't you marry Emily yourself, considering that you knew her all her life?" Harriet asked, staring confusedly at him.
Considering Harriet for a moment, "That's just it. We grew up as siblings. The family could hardly expect me to have anything but brotherly affections towards her," Draco admitted.
Harriet nodded in understanding.
When they were finished, "How did you like your desert?" Harriet inquired him, as they stood up. "Was it any good?"
"It was delicious. Why?" Draco questioned her.
"Since Grandmother shares your taste in chocolate, I thought we would take some for her," Harriet answered, already moving towards the counter.
Draco started at her response before following her with a strange look on his face.
"Sir, we would like to take the entire chocolate cake," Harriet told the shopkeeper.
"Of course, Madam," the man simpered before ordering the servant boy, who promptly disappeared through the door behind the counter.
Within a couple of minutes, the boy brought the cake outside to be packed before Harriet interjected. "Is it fresh?" Harriet demanded of the owner.
"Yes, Madam. Prepared this very morning," the owner told her emphatically.
"I will be the judge of that. Please put it on the counter," Harriet said firmly.
The man looked affronted, but placed the cake on the counter in front of Harriet nonetheless.
Leaning close, Harriet deeply smelled the cake and when she was satisfied, she ordered it to be packed.
Grumbling under his breath, the owner let the servant boy pack it. Quickly paying the man, Draco led Harriet out of the bakery.
"Was that necessary, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco asked in exasperation.
"Of course it was." Harriet said assertively. "They will sell us the stale ones if we are not careful enough."
When Draco arched a brow at her, Harriet sighed. "Last year on Ron's birthday, we, his siblings, bought him an almond cake. Foodie that he is, he could not wait until the evening and ate most of it. Unfortunately for him, the cake turned out to be stale and he had to spend two whole days suffering from food poisoning. Poor thing refused to touch any desserts for the next couple of months," Harriet explained.
"Are you sure that it wasn't one of your brothers' pranks?" Draco questioned her sceptically.
"Yes, I am quite sure. I told you they never play pranks on our parents and we all would have tasted that cake after dinner. Besides, Fred and George would never spoil his birthday despite the fact that Ron is their favourite target," Harriet pointed out.
"And you knew that the cake was fresh just by sniffing it?" Draco asked sarcastically, gesturing at the confectionary.
"After the incident, Madam Pomfrey, our local nurse, told us how to differentiate fresh cake from a stale one," Harriet said with a sniff before walking forward, leaving a bemused Draco staring after her.
Finally, they arrived at the Weasleys' joke shop. Harriet stood outside and admired the colourfully painted exterior.
"Their business seems to be doing well," Draco commented, looking through the glass windows at the people crowded inside.
"Yes," Harriet agreed happily, walking inside.
"Harry!" The twins chorused from behind the counter as soon as Harriet and Draco entered the shop.
Smiling widely, Harriet quickly walked up to them. "You didn't say in any of your letters that the business was booming," Harriet complained loudly over the noise in the room, gesturing at the bustling people around the shop.
Fred and George just shrugged modestly.
"Well then, I think congratulations are in order!" Harriet said with a soft but proud smile on her face.
"Thank you," they chorused, giving a dramatic bow.
Harriet giggled at their familiar antics.
Next, bowing to Draco who was standing behind Harriet, "Mr. Malfoy, Pleased to see you," Fred greeted. "How are you?"
"I am quite well. Congratulations on your success," Draco said genuinely while Harriet glanced back at him with a smile.
They nodded in acknowledgement.
Noticing the bags in Draco and Harriet's hands, George asked curiously, "Are you doing your Christmas shopping?"
"Yes. Do you have any items for Christmas then?" Harriet asked, eagerly looking around the shop.
"Of course, there is a whole range dedicated to Christmas over there. Come on, I will show you," Fred said, leading them to the section on the other side of the room.
Despite his nonchalant act, Draco chose to buy several pranks while Harriet watched him in wonder.
"Who exactly are you planning to use them on, Mr. Malfoy?" Harriet enquired him.
"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Mr. Malfoy retorted with a smirk
"Oh dear! Looks like I should be on my guard," Harriet jested with her lips twitching a little.
Draco almost smiled in return before stopping himself. Clearing his throat loudly, Draco asked, "Are you done?"
Harriet nodded and they walked back to the counter.
When the twins refused to take money from Draco for their purchases, "If you do business this way, you will never be successful. Never involve business with sentiments," Draco calmly advised while handing them the money.
Embarrassed, the twins nodded in appreciation.
Finally exchanging farewells, Harriet and Draco strolled out.
Noticing the stare Harriet was directing at him as they walked, Draco asked, "What?"
"Nothing," Harriet said, looking away.
Next, Draco guided her to the most expansive clothing store on the street where they bought clothes for almost all of the family. Then they went to jewellery store. Harriet had to resort to his opinions when selecting gifts for his aunts and cousins. She had to concede that Draco had an excellent taste in selecting the designs.
On the way to their carriage, Harriet paused, stopping Draco on his tracks, to listen to the group of four people singing and selling carols to the strolling shoppers.
"Should we buy any music, Mr. Malfoy?" Harriet asked, glancing up at him.
"There is no need, we have many at home," Draco simply replied.
Nodding, Harriet lightly tugged at his arm indicating that they can move. As they passed the carollers, Harriet dropped some money in their bowl discreetly; or not, for it did not go unnoticed by Draco. His sharp ears caught the clinking noise as the coins hit the metal bowl, but he gave no indication of his knowledge to Harriet.
When they arrived back at the Manor, Francis and Landen carried their purchases inside while Harriet handed the cake to Marie, saying, "Serve this at dinner."
Alexandra, who was reading in the foyer, looked up as they entered. "How was your trip, dears?"
"It was quite pleasant. We made a lot of purchases," Harriet told her gaily.
Alexandra smiled at her enthusiasm before glancing at Draco who was watching them quietly.
"We brought everything you asked for. But I am afraid they are mixed up with the others. Could you excuse me for a few minutes to freshen up? Then I will come and separate them myself," Harriet asked her.
"Of course, sweetheart. I am in no hurry," Alexandra assured her.
Smiling, Harriet nodded and walked towards the stairs.
Before she could disappear upstairs, "Mrs. Malfoy," Draco called softly.
"Yes?"
"I think I can spare an hour or so after dinner for that duet practice," Draco said, looking uncertain and slightly uncomfortable.
Harriet looked surprised at that. Despite Alexandra's suggestion, Harriet had not dared to bring herself to ask Draco to practise with her. And she desperately wanted to, for she was a little frightened of performing in front of her in-laws. She had been playing piano almost everyday for a month now, having constant access to a handsome pianoforte in the Manor.
"Of course," Harriet agreed with a smile before walking away.
After dinner, Harriet approached the drawing room with some nervousness. She had no idea how good Draco was, but knowing him as she did, Harriet did not think he would not be anything but perfect.
Draco was already seated at the pianoforte, perusing the music sheets when she walked in. As soon as he noticed her, Draco rose and wordlessly gestured at her to take a seat.
With some trepidation, Harriet quietly walked over to the piano and occupied the seat. Moving to the very edge of the seat, Harriet offered him the rest. The seat wasn't too big and their shoulders bumped against one another when Draco sat. Being in close quarters, Harriet and Draco were acutely aware of the heat emanating from each other's body despite their warm, bulky clothes.
Desperately trying to ignore the state of their physical contact, Draco asked causally "What shall we play?"
Swallowing thickly, Harriet quickly skimmed through the sheets. Turning around half a dozen pages, she said, "How about this one?"
Draco, with his brow creased, studied the sheet carefully before nodding in acquiescence.
Their first several attempts were a total disaster as their fingers kept touching and fumbling over the keys. Their every attempt turned out to be futile until finally Draco growled in frustration.
Standing on his feet, "Have you ever played before, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco snapped, glaring at her.
Flushing deep red, "Of course, I have," Harriet bristled angrily before challenging with her hands affixed on her hips, "Have you?"
His glare intensified at her accusation but she did not back down.
After a moment, "Fine. Let's go inform Grandmother that we cannot play a duet," Draco said stiffly. Despite his words, neither of them moved from their position.
A tense moment later, "Look, it is obvious that our style of playing is different. How about … uh ... I play you a song and you play me one. That way we can study each other's style and find a song to play that matches both our styles," Harriet suggested, biting her lips in apprehension.
When Draco still looked unsure, "Grandmother is eagerly looking forward to our performance, Mr. Malfoy. She would be disappointed if we refuse now," Harriet added incessantly.
Finally relenting, Draco gestured Harriet to go first.
As Draco listened to Harriet play, he thought he shouldn't be surprised by the spiritedness in her music, but he was. In his whole life, Draco had only heard a handful of people who would put their entire soul into their performance. Though he would never say it aloud, Draco mentally accepted that the credit for sweetness in her music lay entirely upon her passionate performance.
As soon as she was finished, Harriet turned and expectantly glanced up at Draco, hoping for some comment or a compliment if she was honest with herself. But Draco did not oblige; instead he expressionlessly looked back at her.
Disappointed by his lack of response, Harriet quietly vacated the seat.
Taking the seat, Draco took a deep breath before playing.
Harriet smiled softly as she listened to him play. Draco proved her assumption right by played like a true professional. Unlike her, Draco never once stumbled over the keys. Harriet thought that if one did not immediately discard his performance as cold and unfeeling, one could feel the never-ending depths in his music. Harriet wondered how true the saying "one's music is a reflection of one's soul" was in Draco's case.
When Draco finished, Harriet bestowed a warm smile upon him before approaching closer. After flicking through a couple of notes, Harriet pointed to a particular music sheet, and said, "Considering our styles, I think this one would more suitable. What do you say?"
Thoughtfully studying the sheet for a minute, Draco nodded. "Shall we try then?"
Smiling, Harriet sat beside him again.
Though they stumbled a few times, Harriet and Draco managed to finish the song without mutilating it.
As they had been at it for more than three hours, Draco decided to call it quits for the night. Since they hadn't perfected the song, Draco offered to practice again tomorrow evening much to Harriet's relief and unconscious delight.
A week before the Christmas Eve, Harriet had the whole Manor in a whirlwind of activity with the preparations with directing the maids to the rooms that needed to be cleaned, finishing up the handmade gifts and wrapping them in colourful papers, and coordinating with the cook and kitchen maids as they baked several kinds of pies, cakes and cookies, some her mother's recipes while the others were ones she had found in some Lady's magazine.
Alexandra watched with amusement while Abraham patiently listened as Harriet described how she wanted the tree to look like.
"Choose the largest, greenest and healthiest tree there is. Since we are putting it in the drawing room anything small would not gather much attention," Harriet told the gardener.
Abraham nodded in acquiescence.
"See that it is perfectly symmetrical in shape and has no bald patches. Oh and don't forget to check whether the needles are dropping off," she instructed him.
Harriet ended her monologue by seriously saying, "Don't bring the tree or any greens inside the Manor until the morning of the Eve.
"Oh, also when you do bring them inside on the Eve, make sure not to bring the Holly in. Mr. Malfoy will be the one to do it," Harriet informed him as an afterthought.
Frowning at her last instruction, but not questioning it, Abraham asked, "Anything else, Mrs. Malfoy?"
Thinking for a moment, Harriet shook her head and smiled, "No, thank you. You can go."
Abraham bowed to the Ladies and left.
Morgan and Edgar arrived at the Manor in the afternoon of the day before Christmas Eve whereas Laura, with her husband and daughter, arrived in the evening. There wasn't much conversation between them except for exchanging warm greetings, as all the guests were tired from the journey. Everyone retired to bed earlier than usual for they had to wake up early in the morning for Christmas Eve.
On Christmas Eve, Harriet woke up at dawn. Her face split into a wide grin at the thought of the festivities later today. Scrambling out of bed, Harriet finished her morning ablutions, ending with a long and hot aromatic bath. Dressing in a peach coloured dress with the help of Nola, Harriet walked back to the bedroom after dismissing the maid.
Bending down and gently shaking the lightly snoring form of her husband, "Wake up, Mr. Malfoy," Harriet said softly.
Being the light sleeper that he was, Draco woke up instantly.
"Merry Christmas Eve!" Harriet cried joyfully when he opened his eyes.
Draco's groggy eyes opened wide at the sight of her alluring face. He could smell the fragrance of lavender emanating from her body. In the close quarters, Draco was mesmerised by the innocent charm exuded by her sparkling eyes and smiling lips.
"Come on, Mr. Malfoy, please get up. Others must be waking up about now," Harriet urged, breaking his trance.
Composing himself, "Right," Draco said, getting out of bed but not before pulling a dressing gown close around his body.
Draco watched drolly as Harriet, high on Christmas spirits, literally skipped out of the room, cheerfully saying, "I have much to do, so I am going downstairs. But we will be waiting for you, Mr. Malfoy. Please do hurry!"
Draco rolled his eyes at her antics and walked into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, when he arrived at the foyer, Draco saw Abraham, Crabbe, Goyle and Thomas hauling the large and heavy tree inside through the entrance door with Harriet's guidance. While Francis opened the doors to the drawing room, both he and Harriet held them wide open for the men. When they entered, Harriet quickly directed them to the designated spot where the tree was to be placed. Panting and heaving, the four of them finally got the tree positioned at the right spot.
"Excellent work, gentlemen!" Harriet brightly complimented them, studying the tree with a pleased smile.
The four men tipped their hats and left to bring the other greens in. Marie quickly took up the task of cleaning the floor that was scattered with dust and tree needles.
Turning around, Harriet noticed Draco standing at the doorway, along with Alexandra and Keira, watching the tree.
Walking up to him, "Oh, you are here. Come on, Mr. Malfoy. You need to bring the holly inside," Harriet said, tugging at his hand.
Not moving from his spot, "Why? Can't the servants do it?" Draco asked with a frown.
Placing her other hand on her hip, "Oh Mr. Malfoy, must you argue with everything?" Harriet huffed, throwing a glare at him.
When Draco raised an incredulous brow at her, Harriet, with her cheeks pinked a little, quickly dropped both her hands. "A male of the house has to carry it inside and you are the Head of Malfoy Manor," Harriet explained timidly, blushing a little.
Rolling his eyes, Draco walked outside to oblige her wishes, causing Harriet to smile.
Alexandra, who was closely watching their interaction, chuckled quietly behind her hand.
Draco halted in his stride when he noticed Harriet deeply breathing the scent of the tree with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face.
"Oh, the scent of Christmas!" Harriet proclaimed, smiling widely to which Alexandra agreed, saying, "It truly smells divine." Then, noticing Draco, Alexandra asked, "What do you say, Draco?"
"It is a handsome tree," Draco remarked while handing the basket full of holly to Marie.
"Let uj decowate!" Keira exclaimed, eagerly attacking the boxes that contained the ornaments.
"First breakfast, then you can decorate," Alexandra said firmly and , motioning to her, she added, "Come now."
Not moving from her position, Keira widened her eyes and pouted her lips, but Alexandra, used to her antics, did not relent. Before Keira could resort to a full-blown tantrum, Harriet put her arm around Keira's shoulders and said, "Come on, darling. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can come back and decorate the tree."
Still, with some reluctance, Keira allowed Harriet to lead her to the dining room.
Keira spent most of the breakfast prattling about the big Christmas tree in the drawing room and how they were going to decorate it. Others looked surprised at her declarations until Alexandra informed them about starting the tradition this year. Nodding, the others expressed interest in seeing the tree for themselves after breakfast. But Harriet startled them all by strongly objecting to it, stating that they would get to see the tree only after it was fully prepared for viewing. Draco rolled his eyes at her declaration while Alexandra watched her amusedly.
After breakfast, Harriet locked Alexandra, Keira and herself inside the drawing room. While Harriet was busy decorating the tree with Keira's assistance and Alexandra's directions, the maids suspended the mistletoes from the ceilings and draped wreath, evergreens and ivy twined with holly over the doors and windows.
Three hours later, fatigued, Keira settled beside Alexandra on the sofa and watched as Harriet added the finishing touches to the tree. Having watched Harriet struggle with hanging the large, sparkling crystal star on the top of the tree for the last ten minutes, Alexandra decided to get her some help.
When she opened the drawing room door, she saw Draco reading the newspaper in the foyer.
"Draco," Alexandra called. Startled, Draco turned to where Alexandra was standing by the door.
"Grandmother, is it finished?" Draco inquired curiously.
"Almost, but we could use your assistance, darling," Alexandra said smiling.
Letting out a sigh, Draco stood up and approached her, drawling, "Didn't Mrs. Malfoy say that she would handle everything before locking us out?"
"Well, Harriet did handle everything. Poor thing is just having trouble erecting the star," Alexandra said in Harriet's defence.
"Oh fine, Grandmother!" Draco grumbled, following Alexandra inside.
Draco started at the sight of the Christmas tree which was resplendently decorated with candles, moulded wax figures of angels and children, ornaments made of cotton and wool wrapped around on armatures of some made of metal and others of wood and trimmed with embossed paper faces, buttons, gold paper wings and diamond dust. Draco noticed the tinsel, ribbons and paper chains that were draped over the tree and cornucopias, cookies and candies that were hung from the branches.
'Exquisite' was the word Draco decided on to describe the grandeur of the Christmas tree.
The rustle of the branches at the far side of the tree drew Draco's attention to the slim form of his wife, standing on the toes of her socked feet on the chair with her head and arms stretched up in order to fix the troublesome star.
After giving up on erecting the star for the twenty-seventh time, Harriet lowered her head with a huff, only to notice Draco standing a couple of yards away and watching her in bemusement.
"Mr. Malfoy, what are doing in here? It is not finished yet," Harriet asked with a frown.
Taking in Harriet's flushed cheeks, slightly ruffled hair with an irate strand that manage to escape her plait falling against her cheek, Draco could not help but smirk wickedly. "Despite your confident assurance of managing everything, it is quite clear that you are in need of my help, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco drawled, his tone slightly teasing.
"Yes, dearest. Let Draco assist you," Alexandra interjected in agreement, mentally chuckling at his remark.
Since she could not refute either of their statements, Harriet simply narrowed her eyes at him much to Draco and Alexandra's continued amusement.
A moment later, Harriet huffed again and climbed down the chair and handed the star to Draco with a little more force than necessary.
Despite being six inches taller than Harriet, Draco could not reach the top branch much to Harriet's secret smugness. He gave up after trying five times. Frowning thoughtfully, "Maybe if I lifted Keira, she would be able to erect the star," Draco mused aloud.
"That would be some plan if Keira was awake to help you," Alexandra said with some irony.
At her words, both Harriet and Draco turned their heads to find Keira deeply slumbering with her head lying on Alexandra's lap.
"Grandmother, you should rest too since we will be up for a late night," Draco sternly told her.
Nodding in acquiescence, Alexandra rang the bell. Elladora arrived a minute later and carried the sleeping form of Keira, away with Alexandra following behind.
"Now what?" Harriet asked a little tiredly.
"Why don't you lift Harriet up instead, Draco? Harriet would be able to erect the star more securely than Keira could," Alexandra said calmly, leaving the room.
Draco froze while Harriet's eyes bugged at Alexandra's suggestion.
A moment later, clearing his throat to break the tense atmosphere, Draco said, "We could find some other way to hang the star and if we couldn't, then I can go with my last plan."
"Uh … but wouldn't it be rude to keep the others desiring to view the tree while waiting until Keira wakes up?" Harriet said hesitantly, biting her lips anxiously.
Raising an eyebrow in surprise, "Are you saying that we should follow Grandmother's plan?" Draco drawled, glancing at her.
After a pause, "Er … yes ... if it is not too much trouble for you?" Harriet muttered unsurely, shyly glancing at him.
Trying to be nonchalant, Draco shrugged in response.
Again a pause later, "Er … so … how do we do this?" Harriet asked nervously.
"This chair would certainly not do," Draco said jumping down and glanced around the room until his eyes landed on the small sofa. Noisily dragging the sofa closer to the tree, Draco motioned Harriet to climb on it.
With her heart beating a little too fast, Harriet followed his direction and climbed on it with Draco's assistance. A second later, releasing a sigh, Draco joined her on the sofa.
Now that they were standing on the chair, they mentally debated on how Draco was going to lift her up. Would it be from her front or back? Though Harriet was the one who suggested that they follow Alexandra's plan, both options were absolutely unacceptable for her. Just the thought of executing it in either of the ways brought a dark blush on her face. Noticing the reddened cheeks of her lowered head, Draco's discomfort increased as he, too, fantasised similar thoughts.
"Maybe if I carried from the side …" Draco suggested after a while.
Though mortified at first, Harriet vigorously nodded her head in approval.
Not wanting to dally further, "Right," Draco said in a way of signalling her. Draco wound his arms around her thighs and, with a little effort, lifted her up. Carrying the star in one outstretched hand, Harriet tightly wound her other arm around Draco's head.
"Mww. Mawwoy!" came the muffled exclamation as she tried to erect the star.
Startled, Harriet looked down to find her hand tightly covering his face and, as a result, cutting off his breathing. Cringing, Harriet lowered her hand to his shoulders and clutched his neck timidly, and said somewhat guiltily, "Sorry."
Panting a little, Draco rolled his eyes.
"Done," Harriet declared, finally managing to erect the star.
Gently putting her down on the soft, Draco jumped onto the floor and then helped her down.
With a triumphant smile, Harriet turned and watched the tree.
"It was worth the effort, don't you think, Mr. Malfoy?" Harriet said with a beaming smile as she glanced at Draco, who was standing beside her.
"Yes," Draco agreed, watching tree that was now bathed in the ethereal glow of the star.
Noticing his hair sticking up at the back, "Oh," Harriet said. Moving closer to him, Harriet brought her hands to pat his hair down.
Harriet was so immersed in straightening his hair by gently running her fingers through it that she failed to notice Draco's eyebrows disappearing in his fringe in incredulity until she was satisfied with its appearance. When she finally did, Harriet's eyes widened. Blushing profusely, Harriet dropped her hands and quickly moved away from him.
Weakly muttering about lighting the candles, Harriet turned back towards the tree and pretended to search for the matchbox as she rummaged through the boxes. At the moment, Draco decided that it was time to make himself scarce. Wordlessly leaving the room, Draco ran his left hand through his now straightened blond locks. But before disappearing, Draco could not stop himself from glancing over his shoulder at Harriet's back.
Harriet sighed in relief when he left before sitting on her heals and hiding her face in her slightly shaking hands while moaning in mortification.
Later that afternoon,
"Evergreens and wreaths truly bring the Manor alive, don't they?" Laura remarked, admiring the decorations as they strolled down the first floor corridor.
"Absolutely!" Edgar said, scanning the surroundings as they descended the stairs. Morgan and Malcolm simply nodded in approbation.
When they arrived at the drawing room, they were all awestruck by the divine beauty of the Christmas tree.
"Enchanting!" Edgar proclaimed loudly. "It certainly rivals the one we saw at Windsor last year."
"Really?" Malcolm asked in surprise.
"Certainly," Morgan confirmed Edgar's words.
"That is a high praise, indeed!" Alexandra laughed from behind them.
The others turned around to find Alexandra and Draco standing in the doorway.
"Your wife is quite an artist, Draco," Laura brightly remarked to Draco.
Draco simply inclined his head in acceptance.
"Where is Harriet, anyway?" Edgar asked, a little too eagerly in Draco's opinion.
"Seeing to the dinner preparations while keeping Keira from the temptation of opening the presents," Alexandra answered amusedly.
"If that is the case, all the power to Harriet," Malcolm declared with extreme relief. The others burst forth in laughter.
Once they had recollected themselves, they settled comfortably on the sofa and chairs and started conversing.
A few minutes later, utterly bored by the gentlemen's conservation, "I wonder if Harriet needs any help," Edgar speculated out loud. "Maybe, I could be of some assistance."
Narrowing his eyes at Edgar, "You will not be of any assistance but a hindrance," Draco drawled sarcastically. "Let's leave Mrs. Malfoy to work in peace, shall we?"
Edgar scowled at him in response.
At the moment, Landen entered the room and declared, "Mr. Weasley."
"Oh, direct him to this room and then inform Harriet of his arrival," Alexandra told him.
When Landen left, "Eager to show off, aren't you, Grandmother?" Laura teased perceptively, having understood Alexandra's exact intentions in inviting their guest to the drawing room instead of the parlour.
"Of course." Alexandra said mock haughtily. "I intend to invite as many people to the Manor as possible in the next twelve days."
Laura and Edgar laughed while the others smirked in amusement.
A minute later, Arthur appeared with Landen, who was carrying an armful of wrapped gifts.
Exchanging Christmas greetings, Arthur sat down, conversing with the hosts over tea and snacks.
"Arthur, you haven't commented on our Christmas tree yet," Alexandra said, noticing the frequent glances he was directing at it.
"That would be, Madam, because I can't seem to decide on one particular word that could describe the entire tree. It is captivating certainly, but also enchanting, elegant, graceful and exquisite," Arthur said, watching the tree.
Looking pleased with his compliments, "It is the work of my new granddaughter," Alexandra said smugly.
Arthur did not look surprised. "I do not know anyone who loves Christmas more than Harriet. And I know a lot of children," he quipped, earning an easy laugh from the others. Even Draco's lips twitched in amusement.
This was the scene Harriet came to. "Father! What a pleasant surprise," Harriet cried. Smiling widely, she swiftly approached Arthur and warmly hugged him in greeting. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart," Arthur smiled, drinking in the sight of his beloved and highly missed daughter.
Once they had settled, "You look busy," Arthur observed, looking at her flushed face.
"Sorry for making you wait," Harriet said sheepishly to which Arthur waved his hand dismissively.
Glancing between Alexandra and Arthur, "I finally managed to convince Tom to lend me his kitchen for few hours. The man wouldn't believe me when I say that I am not trying to take away his position," Harriet said with some exasperation.
Both smiled indulgently at Harriet
"How are you, Father? Mother? My brothers and sister?" Harriet eagerly inquired him.
"I am quite well and so are the others. Your mother, as always, has locked herself in the kitchen since this morning. She sent this cake," Arthur replied, handing her a box.
Harriet smiled through unshed tears.
"Mother must be disappointed that Bill and Fleur aren't spending Christmas at The Burrow," Harriet said with some concern.
"She is but she understands that Fleur's condition would not allow them to travel great distances," Arthur responded mildly.
"Your daughter-in-law is in delicate condition, isn't she?" Laura asked interestedly. "How far along is she?"
Nodding, "Yes, She is almost eight months, Mrs. Baddock," Arthur told her.
"In two more months, you will be a grandfather, Arthur. How do you feel?" Alexandra asked pleasantly.
"Quite eager, for I would be responsible for spoiling them instead of disciplining them, which is a relief," Arthur admitted with a smile.
"Tell me about it," Alexandra jested while Harriet glanced between them with a smile.
"Father, you should have brought my brothers along," Harriet said, looking questioningly at Arthur.
"I would have, dear, but Fred and George are working at the shop today. Because of the festivities crowd, they had to take Ron with them for assistance. Now, there are only Charlie, Ginny, your mother and myself at home. I would have brought Charlie with me if your mother didn't need him to run some errands," Arthur told her.
They had been discussing the life at Biddestone for several minutes until, "You will be staying for dinner, won't you, Father?" Harriet asked expectantly.
"I am sorry, dear. I must be going now," Arthur said, noticing the time on the wall clock. "I came to give you all Christmas greetings and these gifts. I still have to visit Albus' house on my way to Biddestone before nightfall," Arthur said and then, turning to the others, he added, "I apologise for my abrupt departure."
They nodded with understanding smiles.
"I promise I will visit sometime soon or you all could make us happy by visiting The Burrow," Arthur gently consoled his disappointed looking daughter.
Letting out a forced smile, Harriet nodded.
Exchanging greetings one last time, Arthur took his leave and walked out of the room with Harriet.
"How are you, Harriet?" Arthur enquired her seriously as soon as they had arrived at the entrance hall.
"Call me Harry, Father. I miss it and I am happy," Harriet replied in reassurance, knowing that it was what her father wanted to hear. And it was an honest answer. 'Though I have no idea what fate has in store for me in the future, at this very moment, I am happy,' Harriet thought.
"You do look happy," Arthur accepted with a smile. "I am very glad that you have settled comfortably with your in-laws."
"They are nice people, Father. They take good care of me," Harry said emphatically.
"Well then, may this Christmas bring more happiness to your life," Arthur said, kissing her forehead.
"I hope we will see you and your husband at The Burrow soon. We are all eagerly waiting for your visit, Harry. Your mother can't wait to show off her married daughter and rich and handsome son-in-law," Arthur joked.
"It will be sooner than you think, Father," Harriet replied, smiling.
At Arthur's surprised look, "Tell Mother and my siblings that I desire to give them Christmas gifts personally. I will come to The Burrow within the next twelve days even if the visit is only for a couple of hours," Harriet informed him. "I don't want to miss seeing the Christmas tree at The Burrow."
Arthur nodded with a smile, "But do inform us of your arrival a day before your visit, Harry. Your mother would want the time to prepare a feast for you."
"I will, but tell Mother not to over-exert herself," Harriet insisted.
"I will, but we both know it would be pointless," Arthur said. "Goodbye, Harry."
"Goodbye, Father."
Returning to the drawing room, "I apologise for my father's short visit. My mother gets emotional over festivals. She is downhearted whenever her children move away either because of work or marriage. This year she will be missing two of her children for Christmas," Harriet told them grimly.
"We understand, darling. What mother doesn't miss her children during celebrations," Alexandra said with feeling.
Immediately, Laura and Edgar's faces acquired guilty looks on behalf of their very absent parents and siblings. Draco frowned while Harriet internally winced at being responsible for bringing the subject up.
After a moment of tense silence, "Please excuse me, I still have some work in the kitchen," Harriet said, standing up.
"Harriet, you are disappearing on us again?" Edgar groused.
"Er ..." A bewildered look crossed Harriet's face.
"Don't mind him, Harriet. You go on," Laura said, rolling her eyes while Draco glared at him.
Bemused, Harriet nodded and left.
Harriet only reappeared when everyone had settled down for dinner that evening. Harriet modestly accepted their compliments on the decorations. Edgar, in particular, was in raptures as he persistently praised her work much to Draco's irritation. Blushing a little, Harriet replied saying that the credit also went to Alexandra, Keira and Draco.
"Draco? I thought he was also locked outside like the rest of us?" a shocked-looking Edgar exclaimed, accusation evident in his tone.
Thankfully, Draco saved her from responding. "I was, Edgar. Do not unnecessarily bother yourself over it. I only stepped in at the last minute when they had trouble putting up the star," Draco drawled mockingly.
Edgar childishly stuck his tongue out at Draco, which caused Harriet to almost giggle. But Keira had no such inhabitations, so she giggled heartily while the adults looked on amusedly.
As soon as dinner ended, everyone retired back to the drawing room and indulged in various games. Around eight, Laura took a loudly protesting Keira to bed with a promise that the presents would be waiting for her in the early morning. Half an hour later, a tired and mildly annoyed looking Laura returned to the drawing room.
Being bad at the card games, Harriet was the first to withdraw from the game they were playing. After watching for a few minutes, Harriet, feeling bored, excused herself from the room.
Entering the servants' hall, Harriet found them having dinner. They all immediately arose from their seats at her appearance.
"Please sit down," Harriet said with a smile. When they uncertainly did so, Harriet continued. "Since you all have done such a marvellous job with the Christmas preparations, you will receive two days of paid holiday for this Christmas instead of one," Harriet informed them genially.
The servants were shocked at her announcement. Smiling indulgently at their expressions, Harriet added after a silent pause, "But the family cannot survive if you all take the holiday at once, so two of you will alternatively be taking the days off. I will the leave the decision of who will be taking the holiday on which day to you. Please inform me of your decision in the morning so that I can warn the family of your absence in advance."
When they nodded dazedly, Harriet bid them, with a smile, "Goodnight to you all."
Before leaving the room, she added, "You can leave the work for now and retire to your rooms after dinner."
"Goodnight," they quietly chorused, still in a daze.
An hour later, the adults retired for the night with the grand declaration of Mr and Mrs. Baddock winning most of the games. That was when Draco noticed that Harriet had not returned to the drawing room. Since the incident in the afternoon, they had not met each other's gaze or spoken unless absolutely necessary. Despite his outward nonchalance, Draco was feeling uneasy about it.
But that didn't suppress Draco's curiosity to inquire Francis after her.
"Out on the porch, Sir," Francis told him.
'Porch?' Draco frowned. Wanting to find out what she was doing out in the cold himself, Draco walked towards the entrance hall.
He opened the door just wide enough to allow his slight body to slip in then closed it behind him.
Opening the front door slightly, Draco slipped onto the porch and then closed it. He found Harriet swiftly pacing while throwing frequent, searching glances at the wrought-iron gates of the Manor.
"Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco called softly when she failed to notice his presence.
Harriet looked startled at hearing his voice. "Don't scare me like that!" She chided, clutching her bosom.
"What are you doing outside in the cold?" Draco asked, arching his brow.
"Waiting for people," Harriet replied, having returned to her previous searching state.
"What people?" Draco frowned.
"You know, Wassailers," Harriet said distractedly.
"Wassailers!" Draco exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief. "Mrs. Malfoy, this is private property. That means no trespassing!"
"Oh, maybe I should go stand by the gates," Harriet mused, actually getting ready to walk towards the gates.
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Draco called again "Mrs. Malfoy!" stopping her in her tracks. Frowning, Harriet turned back to him. "This part of Tisbury is all private lands. Trust me when I say that you will not find any Wassailers for miles," Draco explained impatiently.
"But …"
"Come inside before you freeze to death," Draco said waspishly, noting her pink cheeks and slightly shivering body.
Sighing in disappointment, Harriet picked up a basket and a heavy looking bag in her arms and walked towards Draco who held the door open for her.
"What are those?" Draco asked, looking curiously at the items in her hands.
"Oh, some cookies and cakes I baked for them. These are some blankets. At The Burrow, we used to denote food and wine to the carolling Wassailers. Since you paid for my gifts, I used that money to buy these blankets to give them," Harriet said in a small voice.
Noticing his flabbergasted look, Harriet smiled a little sadly. "You are wondering why a woman with little money would even think of giving donations, aren't you?"
Draco was shocked by her precise deduction, but could say nothing to refute it.
"It was during the Christmas month that the Weasleys brought me to their home and then adopted me into their family. When my wish for a family was granted, my faith in God and Christmas was only reinforced. Now, I am trying to fulfil the wishes of people who desire food and clothes as much as I could afford," Harriet confessed while Draco stared at her strangely. "But, it looks like I won't have such an opportunity this year."
Looking at the crestfallen expression on her face, "I suppose you could distribute those to the poor at the Church tomorrow," Draco suggested though he looked uncertain.
"Really?" Harriet brightened as she turned to hopefully look at him, "You think they will be there?"
Regarding her expectant look for a moment, "Even if they are not there, I will take you to their homes," Draco told her.
"You would? Oh, thank you so much!" Harriet said, beaming at him.
"Well, aren't you two sly?" came Laura's amused voice before Draco could respond.
"Nice spot for talking," Edgar piped in equal amusement.
Turning to Laura and Edgar who were carrying several gifts in their arms to place under the tree, Draco and Harriet asked in unison, "What?"
"Look above, darlings," Alexandra said with a chuckle.
Together, Draco and Harriet looked up to find mistletoe hanging exactly above their heads. Eyes wide, they blankly stared at it until Edgar interrupted.
"Now stopping acting too surprised and kiss already," Edgar urged eagerly while Laura and Alexandra nodded in agreement.
Draco glared at them while Harriet lowered her head, blushing.
"Maybe they are feeling uncomfortable about kissing in front of us," Laura said.
"They have already kissed in front of all the family and friends. What is there to be shy about?" Edgar promptly reminded them. Ignoring Draco's smouldering look, he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Throwing a look of fond exasperation at Edgar, "You might as well kiss, dears. Edgar doesn't look like he would leave any time soon," Alexandra said, turning to them.
Sensing Draco's stare at her, Harriet shyly looked up at him. Harriet bit her lip nervously, knowing that there was no escape. Finally, with her heart beating wildly, Harriet raised her chin up a little and fluttered her eyes close in silent invitation to Draco who, till now had been gazing at her questioningly, flicked a glance at her slightly swollen pink lips.
Leaning down, Draco gently touched her lips with his. Harriet's assumption of the kiss being chaste turned out to be wrong. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared at him in shock when she felt Draco open his lips a little and lightly nibble on her lip. Not half a minute later, Draco opened his eyes and pulled back. Noticing the surprised look in her eyes, Draco's slightly glazed grey eyes widened in realization of what exactly he had done.
Their trance, however, broke immediately at the sound of clapping and genial laughter from the other occupants of the room.
Mumbling something about needing to bring her gifts too, Harriet fled up the stairs.
The ladies watched her go with smiles though Alexandra's gaze was fond.
"Draco, your wife turned out to be bigger prude than you!" Edgar remarked, laughing.
"That is enough!" Draco growled, startling everyone with his anger.
Seeing Draco's hardened expression, "I didn't mean any offence, Draco. I was only joking," Edgar said, turning serious immediately.
"I said that is enough, Edgar," Draco snapped.
Before Edgar could open his mouth again, Alexandra sent him a quelling look.
"Let's go to bed now if we have to wake up before Keira does," Alexandra suggested calmly to which Laura and Edgar nodded and retired to their respective rooms.
Slightly anxiously about Harriet's reaction, and angry with himself for losing control and at his family for pushing them into such situation, Draco strode towards the master suite. Draco had no idea how he would explain his actions if she demanded it of him, but he decided that it would be better to face the consequences now instead of avoiding her.
Bursting through the door of the master suite, Draco found Harriet gathering gifts in her arms. Harriet, seeing his expression, asked, "What's wrong?"
Bewildered by her calm demeanour, Draco slowly shook his head.
Smiling and then nodding at him, Harriet went about her previous task.
"Would you like me to take your gifts to the drawing room as well?" Harriet asked, glancing around the room for the gifts.
Draco was silently watching her, still not believing that she wasn't blowing up at him for taking advantage of the situation.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Clearly his throat, "Should I call a servant to carry those downstairs for you?" Draco instead asked, moving towards the bell.
"Oh no, I have already instructed them to retire for the night. Please don't disturb them on my behalf. They all are really tired from all the work they have been doing for the past few days and still have lots to do tomorrow," Harriet said intently. "I don't mind taking these to the drawing room myself. Besides, I want to hang some of the smaller gifts on the tree." Seeing the exasperation on his face, "It won't take more than ten minutes though," she quickly added.
Bemused, Draco said he would accompany her and Harriet smiled. Gathering his own gifts, Draco followed her downstairs. Together they worked in hanging the smaller gifts on the branches and arranged the larger ones beneath the tree. There was none of the discomfort or uneaseness that Draco had anticipated would be between them from now on.
Harriet's decision to come down turned out to be infinitely fruitful as they got to watch the spectacle that was the actual Christmas star twinkling ethereally in the darkened sky through the glass walls of the drawing room.
While Harriet watched the star in awe and absolute delight, Draco's gaze was fixed on her glowing face. After watching the star for few more minutes, Harriet and Draco retired back to their room.
Changing into their nightclothes, they settled on the bed. Before falling into slumber, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Malfoy," Harriet softly whispered.
Once her breathing had evened out, Draco raised his upper half of the body and braced himself on his elbows. Gazing at her hopelessly for a moment, "Merry Christmas to you, too, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco finally whispered back, his lips curved up into a small smile.
On Christmas morning, the adults were relieved to find themselves awake before Keira, knowing that she would go through everyone else gifts too if she were left alone.
Charmingly dressed in warm new clothes, the adults brightly exchanged Christmas greetings and waited with a hot cup of tea for Keira to wake up. When she did, Keira ran straight off to the drawing room with the adults rushing after her.
Before Keira could reach for her first present, Harriet held her back from the tree.
Bringing Keira close to her bosom, Harriet asked in deep and mysterious voice in her ear, "Were you a good girl this past year?"
"Yej," Keira said immediately, nodding her head in emphasis.
"Are you sure you did not cause too much trouble for your parents?" Harriet asked persistently in the same tone.
Hesitating a little, "Yej" Keira answered uncertainly.
"You know, you will get no presents for Christmas if you lie," Harriet warned her when she heard Laura's loud snort.
Keira's eyes bugged at that. When she started to look teary-eyed, Harriet, pretending to look thoughtful, said, "Hmmm ... but if you promise to be a good girl to your mother and father from now on, then you can have the presents. So, will you promise?"
"I promije," Keira immediately said reverently.
"All right, then. I will hold you to it," saying that, Harriet released her and watched in amusement as Keira attacked all her presents at once as if afraid they would disappear. Harriet had to resort to this method after witnessing Keira's irrational behaviour and several tantrums since their arrival.
Making sure that Keira was completely occupied with her presents, "I hope your method works, Harriet," Laura sighed.
"It will," Harriet said confidently.
"How can you be so sure?" Malcolm asked with raised brows.
"Because all children are terrified of not receiving gifts on Christmas," Harriet simply told them.
"How do you know that?" Edgar asked curiously.
"Experience," Harriet said causally before suddenly exclaiming, "My turn with the presents, I should think."
Only Draco caught the sadness that briefly flashed in Harriet's eyes or that was what he thought as he eyed, with some relief, the smiles on the faces of his oblivious family as they watched Harriet open her presents.
Draco could hardly keep his gaze off Harriet as she gaily went through her presents. She earnestly thanked everyone for the gifts. He had given her gorgeous diamond earrings, which earned him fervent and yet shy acknowledgement and gratitude.
No one was surprised to see that Harriet did not receive any presents from Draco's parents. Harriet shrugged nonchalantly and smiled in reassurance when Alexandra looked at her with some shame.
After Edgar, Morgan and Laura, it was Draco's turn to open the presents. Draco opened Harriet's present last which was a big box wrapped in sparkling green paper. Removing the wrapping, Draco opened the top of the box to find it filled with a neatly folded sweater, gloves, scarf and a pair of socks in the colours of black and dark blue. Frowning, Draco opened the white card placed above the clothes.
Mr. Malfoy, You could have anything you ever want. So, I thought I could make you something you need. I hope they keep you warm this winter. Merry Christmas. Harriet P.S. I realised the reason of your choosing to sleep away from the window.
For a couple of minutes, Draco stared blankly at the gift. When he did look up, he found everyone watching him curiously while Harriet's gaze held an anxious and somewhat expectant look.
Expressionlessly, Draco gave her a curt nod to which Harriet looked vaguely satisfied.
"What did she give you?" Edgar demanded nosily when Draco immediately replaced the top.
"Edgar," Alexandra said warningly seeing the glare Draco was directing at him. So, Edgar reluctantly compiled.
When Malcolm had finished with his gifts, Alexandra opened hers. First she opened Draco's gift that was a beautifully embroidered brown coloured cashmere shawl.
"This is very lovely, darling," Alexandra said smiling warmly at him. In response, Draco gave her a small smile.
Harriet was so immersed in staring at the rare expression on Draco's face that she failed to notice Alexandra choosing her gift next.
Harriet's gift to Alexandra was again a box though smaller. Opening it, Alexandra found a wooden box in it. Wondering what that box might contain, Alexandra opened the box only to smell mild yet different scents coming from the many glass jars filled with rare herbs.
There was also a note in it, which Alexandra opened to read,
Dear Grandmother, I hope these herbs will help in relieving at least some of your body pains. I will tell you their usage when we are in private. Merry Christmas, Harriet
Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as Alexandra finished reading the note and glanced at Harriet. Quietly, Alexandra closed the box and bestowed a warm smile on Harriet, which she returned easily.
Watching the silent exchange in bemusement, Edgar asked the question that was lingering in everyone's mind, "What did you receive, Grandmother?"
"Now, now Edgar, that is a secret between Harriet and I," Alexandra remarked with a mysterious smile.
Suddenly the chiming of bells lowly resonated from the nearby Church, causing everyone to pause and listen.
"That's certainly the call for Mass. Let's hurry, dears," Alexandra declared, quickly going to the rest of her gifts.
After Alexandra was done, everyone pulled on warm coats and travelled to the Church in the carriages.
The small but fairly new Church building was already loud and crowded with lively neighbours when they arrived ten minutes later. Smiling, the Malfoy family mingled with them, exchanging Christmas greetings. Once the clergyman took his place, a hush fell over the hall like a warm blanket. He preached scriptural lessons interspersed with carols. The service ended with everyone enthusiastically singing 'Silent Night' and 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing'.
Before retiring to the Manor, Alexandra, as promised, invited all the neighbours to the Manor while gushing about the divinity of the Christmas tree. The rest of the family watched her in silent amusement.
Looking at the flushed appearance of Alexandra, Draco instructed the others to go home ahead of them. When they left, Draco helped Harriet distribute the food and blankets while quietly including money to the contribution to the poor at the parish. Harriet paused and glanced at him in surprise at first and then smiled warmly with secret admiration. In return, the poor blessed Draco and Harriet with wishes for a long and happy marriage for them much to their discomfort.
The rest of the day was spent with Alexandra sharing anecdotes of Draco's and his cousins' childhood, much to their embarrassment and Harriet and Malcolm's amusement.
Around six in the evening, dinner was announced. The table was sumptuously spread with Christmas dinner of large roasted goose in the centre, white sauce, special pudding, mince pies, and rolls with sweet cream butter, boiled potatoes, vegetables, dry fruits and wine, which the family enjoyed immensely.
After dinner, everyone walked out to the entrance hall and cheered as Edgar pulled the crackers. After the excitement had ended, they finally escaped to the warmth of the drawing room.
Once they were settled comfortably in their seats, Keira recited a poem, adorably stuttering and misspelling difficult words. She blushed prettily when the adults clapped and praised her.
Rising to her feet, "That, darling, deserves a reward," Harriet smiled, handing her a wrapped package
Keira's eyes grew wide in delight at receiving another present and she quickly tore off the cover to find tiny dresses in the colours of pink, blue and beige.
"Now you can play dress up with your dolls," Harriet explained jovially, which resulted in Keira's entire face lighting up.
"Thank you," Keira said reverently.
"You are welcome, sweetheart," Harriet replied. But before Harriet could reoccupy her seat, Alexandra loudly announced the newly married couple's performance. Without much ado, Draco rose from his seat; together, they gracefully occupied the seat by the pianoforte. Sharing one last glance, Harriet and Draco started playing in complete sync that they had achieved through a week's constant practice.
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," Alexandra delightfully cried, gazing fondly at them when the performance ended. The others loudly applauded the couple's performance in agreement of Alexandra's statement.
Upon the insistence of everyone, they played another song, which garnered similar reactions.
Next, Alexandra, Draco, Harriet and Edgar entertained the others by giving solo performances. When the performances ended, Edgar sat beside Harriet and flirtatiously requested her to play a duet with him, but Draco ended his insistent persuasion by sarcastically saying that two people cannot play duet without any prior practice while directing a fierce glare at him. Sullenly, Edgar slouched in his seat.
"Won't you play for us, Laura?" Harriet asked politely.
"Oh no, Laura's interests lies in painting," Alexandra informed her.
"Oh, you never said anything about it!" Harriet exclaimed and Laura smiled modestly.
"Will I get to see your art anytime soon?" Harriet inquired interestedly.
"Actually, dear, the only painting of a face on the first floor corridor is Laura's work," Alexandra told her.
Harriet looked surprised at that. "Oh yes, I know that painting very well. I dare say it is the most beautiful painting of all in that corridor," Harriet complimented earnestly.
"Though I don't have much knowledge of art, I feel like there is something about that painting and I can't seem to figure out what. I spend a few minutes every day watching that painting while trying to decipher its meaning," Harriet said musingly, oblivious to the stunned expressions on Laura and Alexandra's faces.
"Could you tell me what the painting means?" Harriet asked Laura intently.
Averting her eyes, "That is something one has to figure out by oneself," Laura said grimly much to Harriet's confusion.
The party ended the evening with parlour games and group carol singing.
The following eleven days passed away with frequent visits from people whether family, friends or neighbours to view the much talked about Christmas tree in the Malfoy Manor. Having spent the last two months since her wedding with only Alexandra and Draco for company, Harriet was grateful for the presence of the guests at the Manor. Harriet could now understand Alexandra's disappointment over the absence of her other children.
Since they were entertaining relatives at the Manor; Harriet could only spare to visit the Burrow, escorted by Draco himself, for a couple of hours in the morning of the seventh day. But Molly didn't let them go until they had lunch, which was, of course, a large meal.
They were all thrilled by Harriet and Draco's gifts. Hermione, who was visiting The Burrow upon Harriet's request, was in ruptures over the history book. Though Ginny was secretly ecstatic over her gift of stunning clothes, she didn't show much any appreciation. Harriet was just grateful that Ginny did not voice any of her grievances in front of Draco. As for Draco, he did not converse much, choosing to quietly watch the others' interactions. He answered politely, though, whenever someone enquired after his affairs.
During their visits, Harriet got the opportunity to know her husband's cousins closely. Watching Laura painting, Harriet observed that as active as Laura was in company, she was solemn during her work.
Harriet kept Keira occupied most of the time, playing or teaching her while allowing her parents some reprieve to spend some peaceful time together.
Malcolm, Harriet found out, was an ardent sportsman, but unfortunately for him, the frosty climate kept him inside the Manor, only allowing him to indulge in billiards or card games.
Harriet soon discovered that Edgar was a hopeless flirt though with a good-hearted disposition. She was reminded of Fred and George by his playful attitude. She often found herself laughing in his company much to Draco's incomprehensible irritation. Throughout his stay, Edgar kept following her around, seeking her company while ignoring Draco's death glares.
If Edgar was lively, Morgan was his complete opposite. Harriet thought of him as a brooding young man who rarely spoke to anyone. Morgan spent most of the stay locked up in the library or his rooms, only coming out during the meals.
On January tenth, all their guests departed to their respective houses with the promises to visit again in the summer, leaving the Manor quiet and dull again. Without the Christmas decorations, the Manor looked lifeless. When Draco returned to the family businesses, Alexandra and Harriet felt their relatives' absence the most.
Author's note: Firstly, what is the moral of this chapter?
Harriet has unexplainable fetish for Draco's hair since she can't seem to keep her hand off the white blond locks!!! And Draco cannot seem to keep his eyes off Harriet's face, especially her eyes and lips. * wink/ knowing smirk/whatever *
All right, I am all set with overly large, ugly glasses perched on my nose to move on to our history lesson. Read carefully if you want to understand the important parts of the story.
A Marriage Settlement was a legal document drawn up before the marriage took place guaranteeing that the bride would have a certain sum "settled" on her i.e. she was entitled to the interest from that money during her lifetime and that money could be willed to her children. A marriage settlement also clearly stated what she would be entitled to if she were widowed or what would happen to any money she brought into the marriage were she to predecease her husband. The amount of a girl's marriage settlement was usually determined by how much money she brought into the marriage, i.e. her dowry or jointure.
Harriet had no such settlement drawn because she didn't want others knowing of her inheritance, also prior to the arrangement Weasleys' had no money to pay for her dowry and she did not want to take away their new source of income. God forbid if Arthur passed away, Weasleys would all have become destitute without Harriet's inheritance.
Also, remember that the husband would become entitled to the any wealth of wife. If Harriet had kept the inheritance in her name, after marriage Draco would have the power to prevent her from financially helping Weasleys. And Harriet could hardly trust a stranger not to do so.
But doing what she did, Harriet now must depend on Draco for every penny that Draco pointed out, quite rudely if I say so, to her. Harriet did not think she needed the interest that she would have gotten from the marriage settlement because she is highly self-sufficient woman and Malfoys would be providing her food, clothes and shelter for next three years. Honestly, considering the way she lived all her life in poverty, we could hardly expect her to spend money on frivolities.
Fact about Christmas tree tradition is quiet true. In England, this tradition was brought by Prince Albert of Germany, husband of Queen Victoria, who ruled the country in the 19th century. Previously, people used to just exchange homemade gifts, attend Mass and indulged in feast during the Christmas.
Also, Harriet is not Mary-Sue. A young woman's education was solely focused on attracting an amiable man for marriage and then running a household and rearing children. More like Finishing school, if you will.
12 was the legal age for marriage for a girl, so every girl by the age of 14 or 15 was taught to run the house, instruct and manage the servants and raise, teach and discipline the children and sew and knit.
Unlike upper class women who had servants, a lower middle class girl was also taught to cook and wash. So, unlike Malfoy ladies, Harriet also knows cooking, having taught by Molly herself.
Basic Piano or harp playing and painting were taught to all ladies. Whether they continue practicing after marriage depended on their personal interest, facilities and time.
Wassailers are the poor people who go from door to door carolling in hopes of donation of food, drink or money as they invite others to drink from their wooden bowls.
That's about it, I think
Boost the life force of my muse through your REVIEWS, guys. Please tell me whether I have achieved at least a scratch in delivering romance. I am in big trouble if I failed. I can imagine the scene but I am not sure if I was able to put it in words. What can I say, I am very insecure person! *heavy sigh* Up next: I decided to oblige one of my readers, King of all Losers' desire that Harry and Draco should have a happy Christmas, which I totally agree, by delaying Harriet's confession to Draco about knowing his past. So, watch out for that in the next chapter. Also, Draco will learn more about Harriet's life before marriage. Don't expect this much fluff you just read in Christmas chapter any time soon!!!!