Title: Santa Claus
Author: Meridian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: One swear word that's all!
Author's Note: This piece of pure fluff is for Autumn Chestnut, Merry Christmas gurk!
Summary: Two of three Christmas present fics, each a snapshot into Harry and Draco's christmas
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'Crunch!' Harry stirred at the unusual noise that was closely followed by an 'Ouch!' Harry froze, someone was in his room. The familiar weight of a second body in his bed was missing. 'Bastard must be at work alread'y, he thought to himself. He could just about make out odd rustling sounds coming from the foot end of his bed and Harry made his decision.
He quickly slid a hand under his pillow feeling for the familiar weight of his wand. A sigh of relief quickly swept through him as his gripped it tightly. He glanced down at his hand checking that the wand was pointing in the right direction before abruptly sitting up to face the intruder.
"Stupif-" the word died on his lips. His hand fell down and his jaw went slack with shock.
Draco was at the end of his bed holding a red stocking which had the words 'Merry Christmas' embroidered across it in bright, flashing letters. He was also, with his other hand, trying to fit a rather large present into it. What gave Harry the greatest surprise was his boyfriend's outfit. Draco was wearing the full Santa Claus costume including a beard which looked suspiciously like it had been made from cotton wool.
Of course, Harry finally remembered, it's Christmas! A childish grin had spread across the Gryffindor's face, but still, that didn't explain the costume. Eventually Harry had recovered sufficiently to close his gaping mouth and to giggle manically.
Draco fixed him with a glare, "What's so funny Potter?"
Harry threw his wand aside and lent back on his pillows, his giggles still going strong "Draco, what on earth are you doing?"
An odd colour was spreading across the Slytherin's cheeks. He pulled off the cotton wool beard, "I thought... well-you'd never...um" Draco mumbled and pointed vaguely at the stocking.
Harry beamed at his lover, who seemed to be trying to rid himself of the outfit as quickly as possible.
Finally rid of the fluffy red material, Draco slid into bed, pausing only to shove the red floppy hat on Harry's head. The blonde couldn't believe the size of the grin that currently occupied his boyfriend's face, it was evident that the boy absolutely loved Christmas. Just as this thought was ending Harry pressed his lips to Draco's in a short but passionate kiss.
"Draco?"
"Yes Harry?"
"...can I open my presents now?"
The Slytherin laughed, "Sure"
The bedroom soon looked like it had rained multi-coloured snow. In the aftermath of Harry assault on the brightly wrapped presents, the Gryffindor looked at Draco and decided the day could only get better.
Author: Meridian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: One swear word that's all!
Author's Note: This piece of pure fluff is for Autumn Chestnut, Merry Christmas gurk!
Summary: Two of three Christmas present fics, each a snapshot into Harry and Draco's christmas
~*~
'Crunch!' Harry stirred at the unusual noise that was closely followed by an 'Ouch!' Harry froze, someone was in his room. The familiar weight of a second body in his bed was missing. 'Bastard must be at work alread'y, he thought to himself. He could just about make out odd rustling sounds coming from the foot end of his bed and Harry made his decision.
He quickly slid a hand under his pillow feeling for the familiar weight of his wand. A sigh of relief quickly swept through him as his gripped it tightly. He glanced down at his hand checking that the wand was pointing in the right direction before abruptly sitting up to face the intruder.
"Stupif-" the word died on his lips. His hand fell down and his jaw went slack with shock.
Draco was at the end of his bed holding a red stocking which had the words 'Merry Christmas' embroidered across it in bright, flashing letters. He was also, with his other hand, trying to fit a rather large present into it. What gave Harry the greatest surprise was his boyfriend's outfit. Draco was wearing the full Santa Claus costume including a beard which looked suspiciously like it had been made from cotton wool.
Of course, Harry finally remembered, it's Christmas! A childish grin had spread across the Gryffindor's face, but still, that didn't explain the costume. Eventually Harry had recovered sufficiently to close his gaping mouth and to giggle manically.
Draco fixed him with a glare, "What's so funny Potter?"
Harry threw his wand aside and lent back on his pillows, his giggles still going strong "Draco, what on earth are you doing?"
An odd colour was spreading across the Slytherin's cheeks. He pulled off the cotton wool beard, "I thought... well-you'd never...um" Draco mumbled and pointed vaguely at the stocking.
Harry beamed at his lover, who seemed to be trying to rid himself of the outfit as quickly as possible.
Finally rid of the fluffy red material, Draco slid into bed, pausing only to shove the red floppy hat on Harry's head. The blonde couldn't believe the size of the grin that currently occupied his boyfriend's face, it was evident that the boy absolutely loved Christmas. Just as this thought was ending Harry pressed his lips to Draco's in a short but passionate kiss.
"Draco?"
"Yes Harry?"
"...can I open my presents now?"
The Slytherin laughed, "Sure"
The bedroom soon looked like it had rained multi-coloured snow. In the aftermath of Harry assault on the brightly wrapped presents, the Gryffindor looked at Draco and decided the day could only get better.
