For the very few of you who, like me, only want Pansy and Draco to live happily ever after together in the Harry Potter series. Never mind the horcruxes. Happy holidays.
"C'mon Draco…just put it on. Please… It's Christmas. They'll be here in an hour."
"I'm aware of that but over my dead body am I dressing up like Father Christmas for this party."
"Please Draco…for the children at least…"
"Children? As in plural?"
"Well…there are eighty or so people coming so yes…maybe twenty children give or take. Come on, love, put it on. I'll be your best friend."
"Pansy…that didn't work for the last piece of cake and that won't work now."
"I suppose it was worth a try."
"Enlighten me, please, out of the eighty or so people that are coming…why am I dressing up in the costume?"
"Ehmm…well…it's a sort of funny story. A few weeks ago we all got together, you must have been out of town, and we drew straws. And…well…I lost."
"Great to know. And why may I ask aren't you dressing up?"
"Simple, I'll be stopping the people who are trying to take pictures to blackmail us in the future…or sell to a magazine…"
"Very comforting."
"I wasn't finished…or I'll be out and about buying the photos from people who did managed to get a picture or two."
"How on earth do you always manage to win?"
"I believe it has something to do with the seven karat diamond and platinum engagement ring, love."
"It should be for what I paid for it."
"Draco…"
"What?"
"I love you."
"I'm still not putting it on."
"Damn."
"Never draw straws for me again."
"Alright. Draco…"
"Mhmmm?"
"Happy Christmas."