Day 8 of my 25 Days of Draco and Harry. This takes place about a few months after You are Cordially Invited and American Honeymoon. So, if you haven't guessed it, they got married in the year since last chapter/yesterday's entry. You can find a link to those stories in my Author profile.

December 2009

Image Inspiration: A Man Wearing an Ugly Christmas Sweater/Jumper

"Is that like the jumper you get from the Weasleys every year?"

Harry rolls his eyes, unable to resist taking the bait. "No. That's a Weasley jumper, not an Ugly Christmas jumper. For fuck's sake, Draco. You have three of Weasley jumpers."

Draco snickers. He does have three of them, and he'd have more if he hadn't worn some of them out. They're ridiculously warm and comfortable, but that doesn't mean he has to admit to it, even if he knows Harry knows he likes them. "So, I'm supposed to go out and buy some ridiculously ugly Christmas jumper and wear it to Neville's party because…"

"Because it's fun."

"And we can't see each other's choices before the party."

"Right."

"And this is fun."

"Right."

"Remind me why I married you again?"

Harry raises an eyebrow. "Because I'm fun."

"Right," Draco mocks. Merlin, he loves irritating his husband.

Draco pulls the jumper over his head, looks into the mirror, and allows himself a smirk at the knitted scene on his chest. He's picked out a regular Muggle jumper, but he's added an extra charm to animate the design. Because he can and therefore he should, and because it's so much better this way.

So much better.

And then there's the noise effect. He's customised it to only go off on his command. Anything more would be overkill.

"Are you ready?" Harry calls from downstairs. "We're already late."

"Potter, you don't honestly expect me to get to a party at the time specified on the invitation, do you? How gauche." Draco throws his cloak over his jumper and walks down the steps of Grimmauld Place where Harry is waiting, his own bright green jumper decked out in a tinsel Christmas tree with twinkling lights.

"Like it?" Harry asks. He hits a button and tinny music begins to play.

"Lovely," Draco says, suppressing a laugh. "Come on, then. Let us get this over with."

"Don't I get to see your jumper?" Harry asks from behind him. "I showed you mine."

Draco turns and gives Harry his most innocent look, the one he knows makes his husband wild. "Why, Harry, what makes you think you can see mine without at least buying me a drink first?"

Draco throws the powder into the Floo and steps through, hearing Harry laugh behind him.

"Malfoy!" Neville cheerfully greets him, taking his cloak with a laugh and handing him a drink. "Nice jumper."

Draco takes the drink with a grin and shakes his eyebrows. "Harry hasn't seen it yet."

Neville cackles, and Draco escapes before Harry can follow him through the Floo. He greets various friends and acquaintances, marvelling at the mixed cast of characters that he and Harry have amassed as friends over the last almost-decade. It's only been a few months since they were all together celebrating Harry and Draco's wedding, and it makes him nostalgic to see everyone in one place again.

Ginevra approaches, and Draco has to work to keep his jaw from dropping open; it'd give her the reaction she was looking for, and it would be uncouth. He is better than that. Instead, he makes an obvious perusal of her jumper and manages not to scowl at the reindeer face with a large red nose covering what appears to be her exposed...nipple...on a very exposed...bosom.

"Weaslette. Advertising now, are we?"

"If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em. And I could ask you the same," she says, staring pointedly at his own jumper. "Did Harry let you out in that?"

Draco raises an eyebrow. "My husband doesn't need to 'let' me do anything."

She laughs, throwing her head back, making her reindeer bounce. "He hasn't seen it yet, has he?"

Draco takes a drink of wine and gives a little shrug. If Harry doesn't like the top, it's his own fault for forcing Draco to wear the blasted thing.

"Seen what?" a voice comes from behind Draco, followed by a set of familiar arms wrapping around his waist. "Seen his jumper? No, he's been hiding it from me."

"Hermione, Ron, Harry's about to see Malfoy's jumper!" Ginny's voice rings over the crowd and people gather around.

"Draco?" Harry's voice sounds amused but also wary in his ear. "What did you do?"

Draco readies the audio charm he'd applied to the jumper and turns so Harry can see it.

It's a delightful jumper, really. It's a simple red, very tasteful for the holidays, and has a design knitted into it in a Fair Isle pattern. Given some of the other jumpers around them, it's relatively benign.

Well, except for the reindeer, or possibly stags, in the centre. Two stags. One mounting the other and, well, shagging. Back and forth across the jumper. Mounting, falling off, then remounting. Every few moments, a tongue lolls out of one of the stags' mouths.

Harry's eyes take it in and his face turns red, which was exactly the reaction Draco was waiting for. Then Draco triggers the charm.

Mating noises emerge from the jumper in time with the knitted stags and the room is silent, listening, obviously in awe of Draco's creativity.

Or they're simply in shock. Either way, Draco wins.

Harry's eyes are wide, something sparkling in them that Draco knows is going to get him in trouble later and also has the rest of the crowd dispersing, leaving them alone.

"You are incorrigible," Harry mutters, stepping forward. "I can't fucking believe you."

Draco shrugs. "Do you like it?"

Harry pulls Draco to him and looks up into Draco's face. "You are in so much trouble later."

"Thank Merlin," Draco mutters and captures his husband's mouth in a kiss.

A/N: Ok, so, the sweater image I was given to use as inspiration for this chapter actually has the mounting reindeer. And if you google "ugly Christmas sweater boob reindeer", you'll find Ginny's selection. *sigh* 8 Down, 17 to go. See you tomorrow!