Coconuts for Christmas
Title: Coconuts for Christmas
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mild suggestion from a toddler
Summary: Draco is a stickler for tradition and Teddy is obsessed with coconuts.
Author's notes: Written for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge. Prompt #25: Family Traditions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Draco adjusted his shades and settled back on his deck chair, watching the waves sweep the sandy ocean shores. He curled his toes in the sand and tried to relax. Lolling about on a beach was usually right on the top of his vacation list. However, this time he was on a beach smack bang in the middle of December and Draco couldn’t help feeling a bit odd about it.
Now mind you, Draco wasn’t the fussy sort. But the season was supposed to be all about roaring fires and snowmen and snogging under the mistletoe. So excuse him for feeling a bit out of sorts.
‘Christmas on the Beach’ indeed.
Draco rolled his eyes and settled back again. This was the last time Potter got to pick where they went for the holidays, that was for sure.
“Coconut!”
The sudden declaration startled Draco out of his thoughts. Teddy scampered up to him and Harry, grinning excitedly as he showed Draco the latest addition to his collection of ‘coconuts’.
“No, Teddy,” Draco sighed. “That’s a stick.”
His toddler cousin appeared somewhat perplexed. He frowned and turned the piece of driftwood in his chubby hands before huffing and chucking it away. Then he spotted something else and pounced on it with an excited squeal. Draco groaned as yet another random item was shoved in his face.
“Coconut?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “No. Seashell.”
Teddy wasn’t having any of this nonsense. “Coconut,” he argued stubbornly, cradling the shell to his chest. Draco sighed and beckoned him over. This obsession couldn’t go on. Teddy toddled over readily enough and Draco pulled him up on his lap.
“Okay Teddy Bear, time for another life lesson,” he drawled, summoning an actual coconut from somewhere on the beach. “This is a coconut,” he explained, holding it out to a delighted Teddy. “And this,” he elaborated further, sweeping his arm across the ocean shore, “is literally everything else in the world.”
A gaggle of bikini clad women passed by, laughing and chattering among themselves. Teddy watched them pass with apparent interest. Draco was half considering covering his impressionable little cousin’s eyes but then Teddy chirped up again.
“Coconuts!” he announced happily.
Draco gave up and went back to his sun-bathing, scowling as he noticed the unmistakable sound of stifled laughter. “Keep laughing, Potter,” he informed his boyfriend. “When he goes home and calls Andromeda a coconut, you can deal with the aftermath.”
Harry stretched next to him and grinned, apparently enjoying himself a little too much. “He’s just excited,” he offered. “At least someone is enjoying Christmas on the beach.”
Draco smirked. “It’s not all bad,” he conceded. “I just think that there’s something to be said for tradition, that’s all.”
“Tradition?”
Draco hummed and stretched, making sure that Potter got an eyeful of his lean, toned frame. “Oh, you know,” he purred. “Snogging under the mistletoe, shagging on our bearskin rug by the fireplace… normal Christmas stuff.”
He suppressed a smirk as Harry swallowed audibly. Green eyes darkened as they roved Draco’s body with new found urgency. “Let’s cut the beach trip short and go shag by the fireplace,” Harry blurted.
“I don’t think so,” Draco drawled, settling back on his chair with his arms behind his head. “You’ll simply have to wait for your fireplace shag.”
“For how long?” Harry whined, shifting restlessly in his own chair.
“Until our next out of season vacation,” Draco replied smugly. “How does Easter in The Himalayas sound to you?”
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mild suggestion from a toddler
Summary: Draco is a stickler for tradition and Teddy is obsessed with coconuts.
Author's notes: Written for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge. Prompt #25: Family Traditions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Draco adjusted his shades and settled back on his deck chair, watching the waves sweep the sandy ocean shores. He curled his toes in the sand and tried to relax. Lolling about on a beach was usually right on the top of his vacation list. However, this time he was on a beach smack bang in the middle of December and Draco couldn’t help feeling a bit odd about it.
Now mind you, Draco wasn’t the fussy sort. But the season was supposed to be all about roaring fires and snowmen and snogging under the mistletoe. So excuse him for feeling a bit out of sorts.
‘Christmas on the Beach’ indeed.
Draco rolled his eyes and settled back again. This was the last time Potter got to pick where they went for the holidays, that was for sure.
“Coconut!”
The sudden declaration startled Draco out of his thoughts. Teddy scampered up to him and Harry, grinning excitedly as he showed Draco the latest addition to his collection of ‘coconuts’.
“No, Teddy,” Draco sighed. “That’s a stick.”
His toddler cousin appeared somewhat perplexed. He frowned and turned the piece of driftwood in his chubby hands before huffing and chucking it away. Then he spotted something else and pounced on it with an excited squeal. Draco groaned as yet another random item was shoved in his face.
“Coconut?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “No. Seashell.”
Teddy wasn’t having any of this nonsense. “Coconut,” he argued stubbornly, cradling the shell to his chest. Draco sighed and beckoned him over. This obsession couldn’t go on. Teddy toddled over readily enough and Draco pulled him up on his lap.
“Okay Teddy Bear, time for another life lesson,” he drawled, summoning an actual coconut from somewhere on the beach. “This is a coconut,” he explained, holding it out to a delighted Teddy. “And this,” he elaborated further, sweeping his arm across the ocean shore, “is literally everything else in the world.”
A gaggle of bikini clad women passed by, laughing and chattering among themselves. Teddy watched them pass with apparent interest. Draco was half considering covering his impressionable little cousin’s eyes but then Teddy chirped up again.
“Coconuts!” he announced happily.
Draco gave up and went back to his sun-bathing, scowling as he noticed the unmistakable sound of stifled laughter. “Keep laughing, Potter,” he informed his boyfriend. “When he goes home and calls Andromeda a coconut, you can deal with the aftermath.”
Harry stretched next to him and grinned, apparently enjoying himself a little too much. “He’s just excited,” he offered. “At least someone is enjoying Christmas on the beach.”
Draco smirked. “It’s not all bad,” he conceded. “I just think that there’s something to be said for tradition, that’s all.”
“Tradition?”
Draco hummed and stretched, making sure that Potter got an eyeful of his lean, toned frame. “Oh, you know,” he purred. “Snogging under the mistletoe, shagging on our bearskin rug by the fireplace… normal Christmas stuff.”
He suppressed a smirk as Harry swallowed audibly. Green eyes darkened as they roved Draco’s body with new found urgency. “Let’s cut the beach trip short and go shag by the fireplace,” Harry blurted.
“I don’t think so,” Draco drawled, settling back on his chair with his arms behind his head. “You’ll simply have to wait for your fireplace shag.”
“For how long?” Harry whined, shifting restlessly in his own chair.
“Until our next out of season vacation,” Draco replied smugly. “How does Easter in The Himalayas sound to you?”