Title: Peace and Quiet
Author: Meridian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Author's Note: Okay so it isn't Jim/Blair, but my Christmas fic's were calling out for a third Harry/Draco to complete the Christmas experience! Merry Christmas Tesria have a great one!
Summary: The third of three Christmas present fics, each a snapshot into Harry and Draco's christmas
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Draco fell heavily onto the sofa, he was exhausted. Never before in his life had he realised that Christmas Day could be so stressful. Why they had to invite all the Weasleys, Draco would never know. What he did know was that feeding ten plus people was hard work. He could barely remember leaving the kitchen all day. He was grateful for the occasional break that Harry insisted he have, even if it had meant sitting in a room full of ghastly red hair and various Weasley kids running around. That was it, Draco decided, next year he wanted a house elf for Christmas.
Draco was contemplating the joys of being able to yell instructions at his very own little creature in rags when Harry entered the room.
"That's it, the last of them have gone" he collapsed next to his lover, looking tired.
"If you ever want kids, I'm leaving you" Draco said calmly, recalling an incident earlier in the day involving Ron's youngest and pink baubles.
Harry nodded in agreement, his mind paging through the same memory. He glanced at the tree, it just didn't look right with its lower braches snapped and dangling on the ground. Needless to say the house was now completely empty of pink baubles, Hermione didn't seem too impressed with the bag she had full of them.
"It could have been worse" Harry said thinking aloud.
"How?"
"She could have wanted the fairy from the top"
Draco visibly cringed at mental image of the little girl pulling down the tree trying to reach the top. "We are going to their place next year aren't we? I don't think I could handle doing it again so soon"
Harry stretched and put his arm around Draco "Maybe next year we will have Christmas to ourselves, no Weasleys, no kids, just us... "
The Slytherin leant into the embrace, resting his forehead on Harry's shoulder. They remained like this for awhile, both enjoying the peace and quiet. Harry moved first to look at his lover only to recognise the familiar rise and fall of his chest. Harry gently let him fall back against the sofa, covering his lithe form with a blanket. With a final kiss to the blonde hair, the Gryffindor left Draco to sleep while he started the great post-Christmas tidy-up.
Author: Meridian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Author's Note: Okay so it isn't Jim/Blair, but my Christmas fic's were calling out for a third Harry/Draco to complete the Christmas experience! Merry Christmas Tesria have a great one!
Summary: The third of three Christmas present fics, each a snapshot into Harry and Draco's christmas
~*~
Draco fell heavily onto the sofa, he was exhausted. Never before in his life had he realised that Christmas Day could be so stressful. Why they had to invite all the Weasleys, Draco would never know. What he did know was that feeding ten plus people was hard work. He could barely remember leaving the kitchen all day. He was grateful for the occasional break that Harry insisted he have, even if it had meant sitting in a room full of ghastly red hair and various Weasley kids running around. That was it, Draco decided, next year he wanted a house elf for Christmas.
Draco was contemplating the joys of being able to yell instructions at his very own little creature in rags when Harry entered the room.
"That's it, the last of them have gone" he collapsed next to his lover, looking tired.
"If you ever want kids, I'm leaving you" Draco said calmly, recalling an incident earlier in the day involving Ron's youngest and pink baubles.
Harry nodded in agreement, his mind paging through the same memory. He glanced at the tree, it just didn't look right with its lower braches snapped and dangling on the ground. Needless to say the house was now completely empty of pink baubles, Hermione didn't seem too impressed with the bag she had full of them.
"It could have been worse" Harry said thinking aloud.
"How?"
"She could have wanted the fairy from the top"
Draco visibly cringed at mental image of the little girl pulling down the tree trying to reach the top. "We are going to their place next year aren't we? I don't think I could handle doing it again so soon"
Harry stretched and put his arm around Draco "Maybe next year we will have Christmas to ourselves, no Weasleys, no kids, just us... "
The Slytherin leant into the embrace, resting his forehead on Harry's shoulder. They remained like this for awhile, both enjoying the peace and quiet. Harry moved first to look at his lover only to recognise the familiar rise and fall of his chest. Harry gently let him fall back against the sofa, covering his lithe form with a blanket. With a final kiss to the blonde hair, the Gryffindor left Draco to sleep while he started the great post-Christmas tidy-up.
