Title: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Sixth holiday: Easter!
A/N: Anyone else love those Easter egg hunts? I don't care if I'm almost 21. I still like to hunt for Easter eggs with my little brother. That was kind of an inspiration of sorts for this chapter...
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Holiday 6: Easter
Rated: PG
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Sitting in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy only half listened to his friends' conversation as he mechanically brought food to his mouth. He didn't have anything against his friends; that certainly wasn't it. No, he was just a bit... preoccupied with his thoughts as he anxiously awaited the morning post.
After what seemed like forever but was only mere minutes, the steady hum and even louder flapping of wings could be heard as the air was filled with owls of all colors and sizes, each clutching envelopes and packages containing Easter goodies.
Draco barely noticed when his own eagle owl landed on the table in front of him, a large package in its talons. Noticing he was being ignored, the owl nipped at Draco's finger--hard. Giving a startled yelp, he took the package, offering his feathery friend a piece of toast, then turned his eyes back to the table across the Hall, where a certain snowy owl was delivering a package to her owner.
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"So what's on the agenda today?" Ron Weasley asked through a mouthful of food. He took a swig of pumpkin juice and continued, "How about a Quidditch match? Or wizard's chess? Exploding Snap?"
Exchanging amused glances, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger knew why their redheaded friend was so enthusiastic. Ron was always ecstatic around holidays, especially ones that involved chocolate.
His face lit up even more at the owls that began flooding in. He ducked as Pig came flying at his head. Groaning, Ron managed to catch the tiny owl and take the rather large package tied to his spindly leg. In return, Pig landed on the table and started eating from Ron's plate.
Tearing into the wrapping, Ron pulled out four packages from his mum. He handed Harry and Hermione their respective packages, sent Ginny's down the table to her, then proceeded to tear into his own.
Harry was about to do the same when Hedwig came flying over, dropping a package in his lap. She then landed on his shoulder, nipping at his ear affectionately.
Reaching up to absently stroke Hedwig's feathers, Harry stared curiously at the nondescript package. Who could it possibly be from?
"Who's that from, mate?" Ron halted in his unwrapping to stare at the package in Harry's hands.
"I don't know..." Tearing open a corner of the wrapping, Harry ripped off the brown paper to reveal a black box. He slowly opened it up, revealing--"An Easter egg?"
But this was not just an Easter egg. This egg was porcelain, painted in a mosaic of reds and yellows and oranges, catching the light and glittering brilliantly.
"Look, Harry, it's got a hinge," Hermione pointed out.
Sure enough, Harry spotted the golden hinge. He slowly opened the egg, blinking at its contents. There was no candy or even any little trinkets, only a note. Plucking the paper up, Harry read aloud, "No surprise just yet. Follow your heart, or any other limb, for your next clue."
"What does that mean?" Ron wrinkled his nose in confusion.
"It's obviously a riddle of some sort," Hermione answered snobbishly, taking the note from Harry and reading it over again. "Follow your heart, or any other limb..."
"I've got it!" Harry snapped his fingers, startling Hedwig so that she flew off her perch on his shoulder and landed beside Pig, who immediately began twittering around her. Staring at the tiny owl reproachfully, Hedwig hooted loudly once and then flew off.
Turning away from Hedwig, Harry continued, "It's the infirmary! The next clue is in the infirmary!" He wondered what he would find, what these clues would lead up to. More importantly, who sent him the Easter egg in the first place?
"Great, let's go!" Ron was about to jump up from his seat, but Hermione tugged him back down.
As he glared at her, she said pointedly, "Maybe he doesn't want us tagging along."
After a moment's hesitation, Harry confessed, "I really would rather do this on my own. No offense." As much as Harry loved his two best friends, he just got this feeling that he'd want to be alone when he found what the clues were leading him to.
Neither took it offensively; they understood. From the sound of the situation, not to mention the beautifully expensive quality to the egg, they both guessed it could be from a secret admirer. And what would be more embarrassing than for a secret admirer to have to admit his feelings to said object of affection while an audience looked on?
"We get it, Harry. Now go find that next clue," Ron instructed, lightly punching Harry on the shoulder.
With an excited smile, Harry rose from his seat and turned to leave when he felt a tug on his hand. He turned questioningly to Hermione, who said, "Be sure to tell us what you find at the end."
"Of course." And then Harry left the Great Hall.
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Across the room, two silvery steel eyes watched as a certain Gryffindor made his departure. Draco clutched his napkin nervously. There was no going back now.
The game was on.
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Forcing himself to walk at a normal pace, Harry's mind wondered at all of the possible things he would find at the end of this little hunt. For some reason, the thought that this might be some kind of trick never crossed his mind. Maybe it was the ornamental extravagance of the egg. Maybe it was just this feeling he had...
As he made it to the infirmary, Harry cautiously pushed the doors open and peeked inside. Good, no one was there. Stepping into the room, his eyes scanned everything for any sign of a clue.
There, against the stark white linens of one of the beds, was another Easter egg. This one was a swirl of blues and violets, also porcelain and also hinged. Delicately picking up the egg, Harry opened it and pulled out the next clue. "Where feathers float and sometimes burn, there you'll find the next clue." Where feathers fly...
Oh! The Owlery! Harry took a few steps, then stopped. Wait; why would feathers burn at the Owlery? Why would feathers burn in the first place?
He immediately thought of Fawkes, Dumbledore's loyal phoenix, but there would be no way a clue could be hidden in the headmaster's office. So what else could it possibly be?
Contemplating this, he felt a memory tugging at his brain from first year. He remembered sitting next to Seamus Finnigan as the Irish teen, then only a boy, accidentally blew up the feather he had been trying to levitate. It was quite funny at the time. Still was, actually. Smiling to himself, Harry took off towards the Charms classroom.
He made it there in no time at all, passing no one because they were all probably still at breakfast. Slipping into the classroom, he quietly closed the door behind him.
Floating in the middle of the room, slowly rotating, was an egg of violet, yellow, and white stripes. Harry reached up and gingerly plucked the egg from the air, opening it and taking out the next clue.
"Up, down, like the wind, this next clue will take some skill to get to." Ah, Harry knew what this clue was. After all, he knew those sensations like he knew his own name. With a new skip in his step, he began his leisurely stroll outside.
By this time, other students were milling about. Not wanting to explain himself, Harry stopped to wrap each egg in individual handkerchiefs and place them in his robe pocket, but not before casting an unbreakable charm on them.
Pausing only briefly to exchange greetings with two Ravenclaws, Harry politely excused himself as he went outside and rounded the school, heading toward the broom shed. He picked up his Firebolt, walking over to the Quidditch pitch to search for the next clue.
Whoever was sending these clues knew him very well, Harry thought as he kicked off from the ground and soared into the air. First there was a clue in the infirmary, where he frequently inhabited, much to his chagrin. Then the next clue was in the Charms classroom. Charms had become one of Harry's favorite subjects in these past couple of years as he became exceptionally well at them. He guessed the War motivated him to work that much harder to learn whatever he could.
And now, the previous clue brought him outside to his second home, the air. Harry had always loved flying, ever since the first time he had mounted a broom. There was just something both exhilarating and calming about being in the air, the wind rushing around him, soothing his every nerve as he searched for the golden snitch.
Speaking of searches, Harry focused on the task at hand and narrowed his seeker's eyes to look for the next clue. He wondered if it would be hovering in the air like the last one, but he doubted it. So where could it be?
He was almost at the middle of the pitch and still no sign of anything. He scanned the stands and the ground and saw nothing.
Heaving a sigh, he turned his eyes forward to speed off to the other end of the pitch. When he did, though, he almost smashed into one of the large golden scoring hoops. Crying out, he quickly dodged the metal ring and flew through it, ducking at his head almost smashed into--an egg?
Sharply turning around, Harry saw that it was indeed another egg, tied from the top of the hoop. Hovering in the air, he untied the pale blue and pink spotted egg and took out the paper. "Last clue. You'll find it where even the largest man can feel insignificant."
Floating slowly to the ground, Harry mulled over the words of the clue. It mentioned large men. As in giants? Maybe it was referring to Hagrid! But what would make even Hagrid feel insignificant? Well, not finishing school, but that wouldn't exactly have a concrete location for a clue. No, it had to be something else.
Depositing his beloved Firebolt back in the broom shed, Harry began his trek back to the school. But he still didn't know where he was going. He paused, determined to decipher this clue. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way and needed to approach it from a different angle.
What made someone feel insignificant? It Harry were talking about himself, that would be the Dursleys. But that couldn't very well be it, as it wasn't practical in any sense of the word. So what else could make a person feel insignificant?
Class, war, family, friends, arguments... Hell, just about anything in the galaxy could make someone feel that way!
And then he got it. The galaxy could make anyone feel insignificant. Or, more specifically, the inhabitants of the galaxy. Turning his head upward to stare into the large expanse of sky, Harry mentally smacked himself for not figuring it out sooner.
Breaking into a sprint, Harry made a beeline for the main doors of the school. He dashed inside and down the hall, ignoring the curious glances being thrown in his direction. He wasn't about to stop and explain, not when he was so close to his destination!
Flying up the stairs at a breakneck speed, Harry thanked Merlin that none of the staircases decided to move while he was on them. Now on the top floor of the school, he seemed to be the only one up there. Well, he supposed there really was no reason for anyone, save him, to be up there on a holiday.
Slowing to a walk, breath puffing out jaggedly, Harry cautiously stood at the door leading to the Astronomy tower. With a burst of determination, he opened the door and began ascending the spiraling stairs until he finally reached the top.
And there it was, the last clue. Sitting on a stone bench was another Easter egg. This one was a deep iridescent maroon. As Harry approached, it changed to a deep forest green. He tilted his head to the side, watching as the prismatic egg flashed maroon once again. It was by far the most beautiful of the four. He picked it up, admiring it from every angle.
A part of him didn't want to open it. What if he was disappointed with its contents? What it if *were* a joke?
No, he had already decided that it wasn't. Beside, a larger, more curious part of him wanted to see exactly what was in the egg. Slowly opening it up, he pulled out a tiny piece of paper and set the egg back down. Taking a deep breath, he read the two words written on it. "Turn around." His eyebrows knitted together. "Like, in a circle?"
"Turn around, you git."
Harry froze, the paper fluttering to the floor, forgotten. He recognized that voice... Spinning slowly on his heel, Harry now faced his pale-haired Slytherin rival, the same rival he had, somewhere in the back of his mind, hoped all this would lead him to.
Draco was nervous. Very nervous, actually. This was something he had never done before. How did he explain to his longtime enemy that he had a thing--a crush--aimed in his direction? But what he saw made his heart skip a beat.
Harry was smiling. Smiling! No disappointment no anger or disgust, just a smile that made his beautiful face even more so. And that was all the encouragement Draco needed.
"Potter," he started, wringing his hands. "No, Harry," he corrected himself, almost wincing as he said the name that had since before been foreign to his lips. He had never spoken the name without malice, and he was almost afraid that he might have overstepped his boundaries.
But Harry only tilted his head, smile still gracing his lips, and answered, "Yes, Draco?"
Hearing his name from Harry gave Draco a boost of confidence. Unfortunately, he was still having trouble forming a coherent sentence. "I, uhh... I just wanted to... I mean..." he fumbled with the words.
But Harry, thank Merlin, took pity on him and didn't make him finish his sentence. Instead the ravenhead pulled the front of an unsuspecting Draco's robes and softly brushed his lips across the blonde's, efficiently cutting off any coherent thought Draco might have had left.
Giving Harry one last lingering kiss, Draco asked breathlessly, "So you're not disappointed by my Easter gift?"
Shrugging, Harry said, "Well, I mean, it's not chocolate..."
"Chocolate? Is that what you wanted?" Draco leaned in and ever so gently swept his lips over Harry's, smiling as Harry let out a tiny sigh.
As Draco pulled away, Harry rested his hands on the blonde's waist. "Mmm, some things are better than chocolate."
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Thank you guys so much for your suggestions for other holidays! I really would love to do Thanksgiving and Independence Day, but there really is no way to do that unless they take a fun little trip to America. Sure, there may be some plausible way to work it out... I'll consider it, I suppose. Anyway, please review! I love my reviews as much as I love my cotton candy fluff. And if you want more fluff, drop me a line and encourage me a little! Thanks for reading!
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Sixth holiday: Easter!
A/N: Anyone else love those Easter egg hunts? I don't care if I'm almost 21. I still like to hunt for Easter eggs with my little brother. That was kind of an inspiration of sorts for this chapter...
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Holiday 6: Easter
Rated: PG
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Sitting in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy only half listened to his friends' conversation as he mechanically brought food to his mouth. He didn't have anything against his friends; that certainly wasn't it. No, he was just a bit... preoccupied with his thoughts as he anxiously awaited the morning post.
After what seemed like forever but was only mere minutes, the steady hum and even louder flapping of wings could be heard as the air was filled with owls of all colors and sizes, each clutching envelopes and packages containing Easter goodies.
Draco barely noticed when his own eagle owl landed on the table in front of him, a large package in its talons. Noticing he was being ignored, the owl nipped at Draco's finger--hard. Giving a startled yelp, he took the package, offering his feathery friend a piece of toast, then turned his eyes back to the table across the Hall, where a certain snowy owl was delivering a package to her owner.
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"So what's on the agenda today?" Ron Weasley asked through a mouthful of food. He took a swig of pumpkin juice and continued, "How about a Quidditch match? Or wizard's chess? Exploding Snap?"
Exchanging amused glances, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger knew why their redheaded friend was so enthusiastic. Ron was always ecstatic around holidays, especially ones that involved chocolate.
His face lit up even more at the owls that began flooding in. He ducked as Pig came flying at his head. Groaning, Ron managed to catch the tiny owl and take the rather large package tied to his spindly leg. In return, Pig landed on the table and started eating from Ron's plate.
Tearing into the wrapping, Ron pulled out four packages from his mum. He handed Harry and Hermione their respective packages, sent Ginny's down the table to her, then proceeded to tear into his own.
Harry was about to do the same when Hedwig came flying over, dropping a package in his lap. She then landed on his shoulder, nipping at his ear affectionately.
Reaching up to absently stroke Hedwig's feathers, Harry stared curiously at the nondescript package. Who could it possibly be from?
"Who's that from, mate?" Ron halted in his unwrapping to stare at the package in Harry's hands.
"I don't know..." Tearing open a corner of the wrapping, Harry ripped off the brown paper to reveal a black box. He slowly opened it up, revealing--"An Easter egg?"
But this was not just an Easter egg. This egg was porcelain, painted in a mosaic of reds and yellows and oranges, catching the light and glittering brilliantly.
"Look, Harry, it's got a hinge," Hermione pointed out.
Sure enough, Harry spotted the golden hinge. He slowly opened the egg, blinking at its contents. There was no candy or even any little trinkets, only a note. Plucking the paper up, Harry read aloud, "No surprise just yet. Follow your heart, or any other limb, for your next clue."
"What does that mean?" Ron wrinkled his nose in confusion.
"It's obviously a riddle of some sort," Hermione answered snobbishly, taking the note from Harry and reading it over again. "Follow your heart, or any other limb..."
"I've got it!" Harry snapped his fingers, startling Hedwig so that she flew off her perch on his shoulder and landed beside Pig, who immediately began twittering around her. Staring at the tiny owl reproachfully, Hedwig hooted loudly once and then flew off.
Turning away from Hedwig, Harry continued, "It's the infirmary! The next clue is in the infirmary!" He wondered what he would find, what these clues would lead up to. More importantly, who sent him the Easter egg in the first place?
"Great, let's go!" Ron was about to jump up from his seat, but Hermione tugged him back down.
As he glared at her, she said pointedly, "Maybe he doesn't want us tagging along."
After a moment's hesitation, Harry confessed, "I really would rather do this on my own. No offense." As much as Harry loved his two best friends, he just got this feeling that he'd want to be alone when he found what the clues were leading him to.
Neither took it offensively; they understood. From the sound of the situation, not to mention the beautifully expensive quality to the egg, they both guessed it could be from a secret admirer. And what would be more embarrassing than for a secret admirer to have to admit his feelings to said object of affection while an audience looked on?
"We get it, Harry. Now go find that next clue," Ron instructed, lightly punching Harry on the shoulder.
With an excited smile, Harry rose from his seat and turned to leave when he felt a tug on his hand. He turned questioningly to Hermione, who said, "Be sure to tell us what you find at the end."
"Of course." And then Harry left the Great Hall.
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Across the room, two silvery steel eyes watched as a certain Gryffindor made his departure. Draco clutched his napkin nervously. There was no going back now.
The game was on.
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.
Forcing himself to walk at a normal pace, Harry's mind wondered at all of the possible things he would find at the end of this little hunt. For some reason, the thought that this might be some kind of trick never crossed his mind. Maybe it was the ornamental extravagance of the egg. Maybe it was just this feeling he had...
As he made it to the infirmary, Harry cautiously pushed the doors open and peeked inside. Good, no one was there. Stepping into the room, his eyes scanned everything for any sign of a clue.
There, against the stark white linens of one of the beds, was another Easter egg. This one was a swirl of blues and violets, also porcelain and also hinged. Delicately picking up the egg, Harry opened it and pulled out the next clue. "Where feathers float and sometimes burn, there you'll find the next clue." Where feathers fly...
Oh! The Owlery! Harry took a few steps, then stopped. Wait; why would feathers burn at the Owlery? Why would feathers burn in the first place?
He immediately thought of Fawkes, Dumbledore's loyal phoenix, but there would be no way a clue could be hidden in the headmaster's office. So what else could it possibly be?
Contemplating this, he felt a memory tugging at his brain from first year. He remembered sitting next to Seamus Finnigan as the Irish teen, then only a boy, accidentally blew up the feather he had been trying to levitate. It was quite funny at the time. Still was, actually. Smiling to himself, Harry took off towards the Charms classroom.
He made it there in no time at all, passing no one because they were all probably still at breakfast. Slipping into the classroom, he quietly closed the door behind him.
Floating in the middle of the room, slowly rotating, was an egg of violet, yellow, and white stripes. Harry reached up and gingerly plucked the egg from the air, opening it and taking out the next clue.
"Up, down, like the wind, this next clue will take some skill to get to." Ah, Harry knew what this clue was. After all, he knew those sensations like he knew his own name. With a new skip in his step, he began his leisurely stroll outside.
By this time, other students were milling about. Not wanting to explain himself, Harry stopped to wrap each egg in individual handkerchiefs and place them in his robe pocket, but not before casting an unbreakable charm on them.
Pausing only briefly to exchange greetings with two Ravenclaws, Harry politely excused himself as he went outside and rounded the school, heading toward the broom shed. He picked up his Firebolt, walking over to the Quidditch pitch to search for the next clue.
Whoever was sending these clues knew him very well, Harry thought as he kicked off from the ground and soared into the air. First there was a clue in the infirmary, where he frequently inhabited, much to his chagrin. Then the next clue was in the Charms classroom. Charms had become one of Harry's favorite subjects in these past couple of years as he became exceptionally well at them. He guessed the War motivated him to work that much harder to learn whatever he could.
And now, the previous clue brought him outside to his second home, the air. Harry had always loved flying, ever since the first time he had mounted a broom. There was just something both exhilarating and calming about being in the air, the wind rushing around him, soothing his every nerve as he searched for the golden snitch.
Speaking of searches, Harry focused on the task at hand and narrowed his seeker's eyes to look for the next clue. He wondered if it would be hovering in the air like the last one, but he doubted it. So where could it be?
He was almost at the middle of the pitch and still no sign of anything. He scanned the stands and the ground and saw nothing.
Heaving a sigh, he turned his eyes forward to speed off to the other end of the pitch. When he did, though, he almost smashed into one of the large golden scoring hoops. Crying out, he quickly dodged the metal ring and flew through it, ducking at his head almost smashed into--an egg?
Sharply turning around, Harry saw that it was indeed another egg, tied from the top of the hoop. Hovering in the air, he untied the pale blue and pink spotted egg and took out the paper. "Last clue. You'll find it where even the largest man can feel insignificant."
Floating slowly to the ground, Harry mulled over the words of the clue. It mentioned large men. As in giants? Maybe it was referring to Hagrid! But what would make even Hagrid feel insignificant? Well, not finishing school, but that wouldn't exactly have a concrete location for a clue. No, it had to be something else.
Depositing his beloved Firebolt back in the broom shed, Harry began his trek back to the school. But he still didn't know where he was going. He paused, determined to decipher this clue. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way and needed to approach it from a different angle.
What made someone feel insignificant? It Harry were talking about himself, that would be the Dursleys. But that couldn't very well be it, as it wasn't practical in any sense of the word. So what else could make a person feel insignificant?
Class, war, family, friends, arguments... Hell, just about anything in the galaxy could make someone feel that way!
And then he got it. The galaxy could make anyone feel insignificant. Or, more specifically, the inhabitants of the galaxy. Turning his head upward to stare into the large expanse of sky, Harry mentally smacked himself for not figuring it out sooner.
Breaking into a sprint, Harry made a beeline for the main doors of the school. He dashed inside and down the hall, ignoring the curious glances being thrown in his direction. He wasn't about to stop and explain, not when he was so close to his destination!
Flying up the stairs at a breakneck speed, Harry thanked Merlin that none of the staircases decided to move while he was on them. Now on the top floor of the school, he seemed to be the only one up there. Well, he supposed there really was no reason for anyone, save him, to be up there on a holiday.
Slowing to a walk, breath puffing out jaggedly, Harry cautiously stood at the door leading to the Astronomy tower. With a burst of determination, he opened the door and began ascending the spiraling stairs until he finally reached the top.
And there it was, the last clue. Sitting on a stone bench was another Easter egg. This one was a deep iridescent maroon. As Harry approached, it changed to a deep forest green. He tilted his head to the side, watching as the prismatic egg flashed maroon once again. It was by far the most beautiful of the four. He picked it up, admiring it from every angle.
A part of him didn't want to open it. What if he was disappointed with its contents? What it if *were* a joke?
No, he had already decided that it wasn't. Beside, a larger, more curious part of him wanted to see exactly what was in the egg. Slowly opening it up, he pulled out a tiny piece of paper and set the egg back down. Taking a deep breath, he read the two words written on it. "Turn around." His eyebrows knitted together. "Like, in a circle?"
"Turn around, you git."
Harry froze, the paper fluttering to the floor, forgotten. He recognized that voice... Spinning slowly on his heel, Harry now faced his pale-haired Slytherin rival, the same rival he had, somewhere in the back of his mind, hoped all this would lead him to.
Draco was nervous. Very nervous, actually. This was something he had never done before. How did he explain to his longtime enemy that he had a thing--a crush--aimed in his direction? But what he saw made his heart skip a beat.
Harry was smiling. Smiling! No disappointment no anger or disgust, just a smile that made his beautiful face even more so. And that was all the encouragement Draco needed.
"Potter," he started, wringing his hands. "No, Harry," he corrected himself, almost wincing as he said the name that had since before been foreign to his lips. He had never spoken the name without malice, and he was almost afraid that he might have overstepped his boundaries.
But Harry only tilted his head, smile still gracing his lips, and answered, "Yes, Draco?"
Hearing his name from Harry gave Draco a boost of confidence. Unfortunately, he was still having trouble forming a coherent sentence. "I, uhh... I just wanted to... I mean..." he fumbled with the words.
But Harry, thank Merlin, took pity on him and didn't make him finish his sentence. Instead the ravenhead pulled the front of an unsuspecting Draco's robes and softly brushed his lips across the blonde's, efficiently cutting off any coherent thought Draco might have had left.
Giving Harry one last lingering kiss, Draco asked breathlessly, "So you're not disappointed by my Easter gift?"
Shrugging, Harry said, "Well, I mean, it's not chocolate..."
"Chocolate? Is that what you wanted?" Draco leaned in and ever so gently swept his lips over Harry's, smiling as Harry let out a tiny sigh.
As Draco pulled away, Harry rested his hands on the blonde's waist. "Mmm, some things are better than chocolate."
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Thank you guys so much for your suggestions for other holidays! I really would love to do Thanksgiving and Independence Day, but there really is no way to do that unless they take a fun little trip to America. Sure, there may be some plausible way to work it out... I'll consider it, I suppose. Anyway, please review! I love my reviews as much as I love my cotton candy fluff. And if you want more fluff, drop me a line and encourage me a little! Thanks for reading!
