If there was a competition for the perfect Christmas proposal for someone who hated Christmas, then Harry was pretty sure he would win it.
He had removed all traces of the mulled wine that he and Hermione had been drinking that afternoon when she came round to wish him good luck, and had instead invested in champagne that came with a price that made his eyes water. He had borrowed an old movie player from Arthur and had 'Notting Hill' ready to go.
And most importantly, the ring was sat on the kitchen counter in a simple black box.
Deep down Harry would have loved a Christmassy proposal but his issue was that Draco Malfoy, was quite frankly, a Grinch.
Not that a pureblood wizard would know what that was but Muggle references aside, it was clear Draco hated Christmas. As far as Harry could tell it wasn't for any sentimental reason, not similar to the reason why he hated Halloween, for example. No, Draco disliked Christmas because he didn't know how to act, didn't know how to let loose and get in the festive spirit.
Didn't know how to have fun.
So Harry contented himself with a small Christmas tree with a colour code that matched their living room and had removed all traces of the festive season from the evening.
He didn't trust Draco not to start on a rant that would blow his proposal off course if he smelt even a whiff of Christmas in the air.
What he had not accounted for was Draco barreling into the flat mid-monologue.
"Can you believe the nerve of Finch-Fletchley? The pompous arsehole, what does he know about my opinion on Christmas anyway?"
Draco stalked into the room, his normally perfect hair ruffled, his normally immaculate robes wrinkled.
Harry took a sip of his champagne, "I take it you had a bad day at work?"
"I mean….to insult me is one thing, Death Eater lover I can deal with," Draco gave a rude snort, carrying on as if Harry wasn't even in the room, "but to use a Muggle word, a word I don't even understand."
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "Do you know I had to look up what a Grinch was? It's a hideous green creature!"
He huffed then looked round when Harry didn't respond.
"Don't just stand there sipping your stupid champagne." Draco snapped and marched over to the bottle. A quick spell and the champagne and glasses had been replaced by two steaming mugs of mulled wine.
"Don't you know champagne isn't festive?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes when Harry gaped at him in shock, "I know you've been hiding mulled wine in the cupboard for when Ron and Hermione are over."
"Now what else can I do to prove that I'm not a Grinch?" Draco had now taken to prowling about the room. He came across the movie player and Harry cringed from the kitchen counter.
"I thought you might like to watch a Muggle rom-com."
Draco smirked in triumph, "Well you thought wrong." A quick spell and the movie Elf started blasting from their TV.
"How do you even know the movie Elf?" Harry asked, almost amused by the sight of his boyfriend trying so hard to be Christmassy.
"Never mind that." Draco appeared to be swallowing his disgust as the bright colour and noise of the film overwhelmed the room.
He walked back to the kitchen counter and took a long swig of the mulled wine. It was then he eyed the black box.
He tutted, "Seriously Harry, black at Christmas?" He went to open it but Harry lunged for it and snatched it away.
"It's not for you." Harry said hastily, putting it in his jacket pocket. He could feel himself beginning to go red as Draco raised an eyebrow. This was not how the evening was supposed to go.
"I thought we said no presents."
"Well you know me, can't resist a bit of Christmas cheer." Harry laughed too loudly and almost gulped when Draco set down his wine and began to move towards him.
He had a whole speech planned about the love and trust they shared, such a speech would simply not work if Draco grabbed the ring in a moment of anger at Finch-Fletchley of all people.
Harry moved back and hit the kitchen counter, "Draco, please."
He felt Draco grab his waist and he tried to move his jacket out of the way or to at least make Draco slow down so he had chance to explain but then he felt the belt of his jeans loosening and Draco smirked at him.
"I suppose, in the name of Christmas cheer, I better give you a present."
Harry was speechless as Draco undid the top of his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down. When Draco knelt down, Harry's hands automatically went to grip his pale blond hair.
"Draco, this is lovely and everything but I really wanted to-"
Harry let out a strangled moan as he felt Draco's mouth around him.
"No, now's not the time,-" he tried again but Draco's movements were almost aggressive, forcing Harry into the back of his throat.
Harry's hands scrabbled into Draco's hair trying to make him see sense but he then he felt Draco's tongue flick against the head of his cock and he surrendered to the feeling.
Harry had been in a state of nervous excitement all day and it didn't take long to channel that adrenaline to the feeling of Draco's tongue running up and down his length, he could feel himself beginning to pulse against the heat of Draco's mouth and as Draco reached up to run a nail along his hip bone, Harry felt himself come with a shudder.
Perhaps Christmas Day would be a better to propose to his now festive boyfriend, Harry thought to himself with a smile as he leant against the kitchen counter for support, who knows what the current Christmas mood would invoke between now and then?