Content Warning: Drinking and recreational marijuana use in this chapter. If this is a trigger for you for whatever reason, you may want to skip this one.
Chapter 16
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
At the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Every couple tries to stop
Song - Rockin Around the Christmas Tree, by Adam Christopher
16 December 2005
Draco
"It's your night off. You have other people monitoring your case, so sit down, shut up, and have fun!" Draco narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, handed him his favourite beer, then turned to greet the first of their guests as they poured into the room from the Floo.
Harry and his old friends used to meet up at a pub once a month, but they were getting older now and the pub didn't hold the same draw it once did, especially in the larger group that had since formed. Once they began holding it at each others' houses, romantic partners started to join occasionally, and even Draco could enjoy an evening amongst Gryffindors. He only needed to find a quiet corner with Hermione so they could share a glass of wine and talk politics, finance, work, and other things that neither of their partners could stomach.
But that wouldn't happen tonight. When they gathered at Harry's, it was inevitably movie night, as none of the others had a television. So Draco set out bowls of crisps and pretzels, had lots of drinks nearby, and was mentally prepared for the evening. If it could get Harry to relax, forget his case, and enjoy himself, it'd be worth it.
"We're here!" Finnegan yelled, as though anyone could have mistaken his presence.
"Brought the pizza." Thomas set several boxes down onto Harry's coffee table, then held up a hand to push his own boyfriend away. "Back, Seamus. Wait until everyone's here."
Weaslette brushed into the room with her current boyfriend — Calvin? Callum? Clark? Something with a C and L — trailing behind her like an eager puppy. She grabbed a bowl of crisps and fell onto the couch. "I'm starving. Who are we missing?"
"Ron, Hermione, and Neville," Dean said. "Luna's still out of the country."
"George and Angelina?"
"Not this time. Angelina's not feeling well," Hermione answered as she stepped into the room, Ron brushing past her and heading straight for the food. "Ron, get out of the pizza box. No one else is eating yet."
Ron scowled but dropped the lid, and Draco did his best not to gloat. He loved it when Hermione put her husband in his place. Ron and Draco might not be adversaries anymore, but that didn't mean he couldn't rejoice in the man's occasional discomfort.
"Neville said to start without him," Harry said, getting everyone's attention. "So go ahead and get the pizza."
"See, Hermione? Harry said it's fine." He grabbed three pieces and pulled them onto his plate like a glutton.
Draco tried not to watch, though to be fair, he and Harry usually grabbed three pieces as well. He just didn't feel like being fair.
"So, Dean, what are we watching?" Ron asked after he'd finished his first bite. "You said you were bringing something."
"It's a holiday classic!"
Hermione took the disc from Dean and grinned. "Seriously? Home Alone? What, are you eight?"
"It's a good movie! And this lot hasn't seen it."
"This lot hasn't seen anything. You literally could have chosen any Christmas movie out there and they wouldn't have seen it, and you chose this."
"Yup." Dean grinned around a bite of pizza. "But, I thought we might make it a little more interesting."
Concern for the state of their home flooded Draco. The last time Seamus and Dean thought to make something interesting, Draco had found frogs swarming the kitchen and the Gryffindor couple fucking under the dining room table. Clearly, their definition of interesting wasn't something Draco could get behind. "Can you please explain, Thomas? I will remind you that we have Thalia now, and she will eat any frogs or other small creatures you infest this house with."
Finnegan guffawed. "No frogs. We're turning movie time into a drinking game. Dean, hand out the lists."
Thomas pulled several slips of paper from his pocket and passed them around. Draco sat down next to Harry and read over his shoulder.
Take a drink when:
Anyone yells, "Kevin!"
Anyone says, "Paris"
Kevin screams
Marv and/or Harry get hurt
Kevin talks to himself
Anyone says, "Wet Bandits"
"What the hell is a 'wet bandit'?" Draco asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's the name of the bad guys. It's a ridiculous movie, but I suppose it's a better option than its contender."
"What was the contender?"
"Die Hard," Harry said, grinning.
Draco groaned. "No, thank you! And that's not a Christmas movie!"
"Yes, it is!" Harry and Dean said in unison.
Harry tossed his plate of pizza onto the coffee table and pulled Draco onto his lap as Dean made his case.
"It's set at Christmas, during a Christmas party. There's Christmas music, snow, and presents. It's a Christmas movie, no question."
Harry nuzzled into Draco's neck, shooting goose pimples down his spine. "There's even a Santa hat."
Draco rolled his eyes, but he shifted on Harry's lap and grinned as his boyfriend let out a little groan.
"Well, we've all seen that several times, so thank Merlin for a new option."
Hermione slipped the disc into the player and dimmed the lights, then everyone settled in to watch.
An hour later, Draco realised what a bad idea it was to drink to this movie. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, only that the bratty kid seemed to have driven away his parents and taken over the house, and that the idiot bad guys were making nefarious plans. All Draco knew was that he had to keep drinking. They all did.
But Harry still seemed to be on edge, his shoulders stiff, his mind clearly not on the movie or the group around him. Draco peaked at his drink to find he'd only been taking little sips.
"Harry," Draco admonished, but he must not have been as quiet as he'd assumed because everyone shushed him. "Harry," he tried again, "you're not drinking much. You need to let go." And if he slid his finger slowly down Harry's chest as he drew out the word, it was his right. This was their house, after all.
"Don't want to be hungover. We're meeting with Dudley tomorrow, and I really don't want to feel like shit."
"But you need to relax. It's been a busy month, and the case is getting bigger than you'd anticipated. You need to be able to let it go for just a night."
Neville, who'd finally arrived about the time Kevin was discovering his empty house, overheard them from the next chair and leaned closer in. "I brought brownies in honour of our case. My special ones." He grinned. "No hangover, Harry."
Draco wanted to groan at that. Harry got really…friendly…when he'd had marijuana. It wasn't something he'd had often, just a few times when Neville brought something over, but Draco was generally well satisfied after and Harry was utterly relaxed.
"That's perfect," Draco whispered into Harry's ear. We'll kick everyone out after the movie and then I'll let you take advantage of me."
Harry chuckled, looking tempted. "What if I'm too tired to do much?"
"Then I'll have to get on top and ride you."
If the look in Harry's eyes was anything to go on, he was definitely interested. Harry, proving Draco right, turned to Neville. "Thanks, Nev. I think I'd like that."
"Come on," Neville said, standing up. "I didn't bring enough for everyone; I didn't want to deal with a high Seamus again."
Draco moved so Harry could follow Neville into the kitchen and went back to the movie. The kid in the movie was deep into arranging his plan of revenge on the bandits, so the group was drinking regularly and cheering the boy on.
When Harry came back, he settled on the floor in front of Draco, leaning his head back. Draco's hands found their way into Harry's hair, and he slowly played with the messy locks.
By the time the little boy had finished enacting his plans and the bandits were caught, their friends were in various states of inebriation and hardly anyone was actually watching the movie. Everyone was talking, laughing, and in Ron and Hermione's case, snogging.
Harry looked up at Draco, a goofy smile on his face. "This is nice."
Draco laughed. He'd barely been sipping his drink since Harry ate his brownie, so could be more lucid for this. It was wonderful to see Harry so utterly off his guard and mellow. Draco generally only saw Harry like this after a long bout of sex. "It is. But I'm ready for everyone to leave so we can be alone. What do you think?"
Harry's smile only grew, making Draco's heart beat faster. He kept his eyes on Draco's, but yelled, "Oi. Everyone. Time to leave so I can shag my boyfriend. I'm giving you three minutes."
Shouts rose around them, Ron's voice the loudest, as everyone quickly gathered their things and yelled their goodbyes, laughing and moving to the Floo. When the last one was gone, Draco got up and locked it to visitors, then turned back to Harry.
"So you wanted me to ride you, huh?"
Harry nodded eagerly and stood, dropping his trousers right where he stood. Draco let his eyes fall, taking in Harry's strong body, until—
"What are you wearing?" he asked with a burst of laughter.
Harry looked down as though he were confused, then saw what Draco was referring to and grinned mischievously. "Do you like them? I found them in the back of my drawer. Seamus got us all a pair a couple of years ago as a joke."
Draco stepped forwards, running his fingers along the band of Harry's Santa hat boxer shorts, the tip of the hat right at the tip of where Harry's cock should be. Well, where Harry's erection was, as it was bulging prominently into Santa's hat. "I love them. Why don't you go upstairs and I'll show you how much?"
Harry pulled Draco to the stairs, and Draco went willingly. They could clean up later. There were more important things to do now.
A/N: Die Hard or Home Alone? Which gets your vote?
We are now officially down to the last 10 days until Christmas. Let's start the countdown! 9 more days! Have you finished your shopping? I have not, though I'm mostly there. Just a few gift cards to send, mostly.
