Christmas Drabbles
Posted at Dramione Drabbles.
Waiting Up For Santa
Hermione cannot recall how long she has been waiting for Santa when she hears it, softly, from afar; "Ho ho ho!"
Again, closer; "Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!"
It's Draco's voice. She could recognize it anywhere.
The fire jumps to life and Hermione jumps to her feet. Out comes Draco, a fake white beard covering the grin on his face.
Merry Christmas, little girl,” he says. “What can I get for you? New ice skates perhaps?”
Hermione laughs, an immense pleasure filling her chest, making the interminable wait completely worth it.
You,” she says, “just you.”
Tacky Holiday Sweaters
"What in hell are you wearing?!"
Hermione turns toward Draco.
"It's a Christmas sweater," Hermione replies, hands on her hips.
"I've never seen a more garish piece of clothing in my life," Draco announces.
"I happen to love it."
"Well I happen to hate it. You aren't wearing that to the Weasley Christmas party."
"Ignoring the fact that you cannot tell me what to do, Draco Malfoy, Molly knit me this sweater; I can't not wear it!"
Draco huffs in exaggerated annoyance. "Malfoys don't wear reindeer sweaters."
Hermione laughs, placing a soft kiss on her husband's lips. "This Malfoy does."
Waiting Up For Santa
Hermione cannot recall how long she has been waiting for Santa when she hears it, softly, from afar; "Ho ho ho!"
Again, closer; "Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!"
It's Draco's voice. She could recognize it anywhere.
The fire jumps to life and Hermione jumps to her feet. Out comes Draco, a fake white beard covering the grin on his face.
Merry Christmas, little girl,” he says. “What can I get for you? New ice skates perhaps?”
Hermione laughs, an immense pleasure filling her chest, making the interminable wait completely worth it.
You,” she says, “just you.”
Tacky Holiday Sweaters
"What in hell are you wearing?!"
Hermione turns toward Draco.
"It's a Christmas sweater," Hermione replies, hands on her hips.
"I've never seen a more garish piece of clothing in my life," Draco announces.
"I happen to love it."
"Well I happen to hate it. You aren't wearing that to the Weasley Christmas party."
"Ignoring the fact that you cannot tell me what to do, Draco Malfoy, Molly knit me this sweater; I can't not wear it!"
Draco huffs in exaggerated annoyance. "Malfoys don't wear reindeer sweaters."
Hermione laughs, placing a soft kiss on her husband's lips. "This Malfoy does."