Mistletoe Predicament
Title: Mistletoe Predicament
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, OFC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Surprise snog
Word count: 460
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Holiday Dove drabbles #114 for hogwartsvixxxen - Bring in the holiday together
★ AdventDrabbles #22 - kissing under the mistletoe
★ dove_drabbles Prompt #15 - holiday cheer begins here
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #22 - Knight Bus
Summary: Draco is the victim of enchanted mistletoe.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand as they lurched off of the Knight Bus. The strange purple conveyance was gone in a flash, even before Harry had a chance to turn around and wave.
"Potter, I cannot believe you made me travel on that deplorable contraption," sniffed Draco, brushing at his trousers.
"Stop complaining," chided Harry. "It was fun!"
Draco allowed himself to be dragged through the Leaky Cauldron and out the back. "You didn't tell me we were making a trip to Diagon Alley," he said.
"Holiday cheer begins here," said Harry, opening the passage and gesturing for Draco to precede him.
"How do you reckon?" asked Draco, nimbly dodging a gaggle of galloping children.
"We can shop for gifts," replied Harry. "Then, I thought we could get something to eat and enjoy the holiday decorations."
Draco nodded his acceptance. This would be their first Christmas together, and he knew how important it was for Harry that they bring in the holiday together. He allowed Harry to lead him through the crowds of shoppers, and they strolled along the pavement, enjoying the displays in the windows.
"Let's go into Neville's shop," said Harry. Bells on the door jingled merrily as they opened the door to the floral shop. Harry and Draco got no farther than the doorway, however.
Neville laughed and pointed above their heads. "Mistletoe!" he cried.
Harry thought any excuse to kiss his boyfriend was a brilliant excuse. He turned Draco in his arms and pressed their lips together. An irritated harrumph from outside caused them to reluctantly part.
Harry stepped aside to allow the matronly witch to enter the shop. She halted abruptly when caught in the mistletoe's enchantment. Harry stifled a snort of amusement when he realized that Draco was stuck in the door frame with the woman.
"Well, don't just stand there gawking at me, you young reprobate," the woman scolded Draco. "Get me out of this predicament!"
"Madam?" Draco gulped.
"Kiss me, you fool!" snapped the woman. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
Draco visibly cringed, but he obediently bent his head, intending to kiss her quickly and be done with it. As soon as their lips touched, the old witch threw her arms around Draco and clung to him, snogging Draco for all she was worth.
Harry gaped at them, torn between horror and amusement as Draco flapped and flailed and tried to escape. When he finally managed to extricate himself, he fled to Harry's side. The woman hurried him along with a naughty pinch to his bottom.
"Thanks, ducky," she chortled. "Happy Christmas to me!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, OFC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Surprise snog
Word count: 460
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Holiday Dove drabbles #114 for hogwartsvixxxen - Bring in the holiday together
★ AdventDrabbles #22 - kissing under the mistletoe
★ dove_drabbles Prompt #15 - holiday cheer begins here
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #22 - Knight Bus
Summary: Draco is the victim of enchanted mistletoe.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand as they lurched off of the Knight Bus. The strange purple conveyance was gone in a flash, even before Harry had a chance to turn around and wave.
"Potter, I cannot believe you made me travel on that deplorable contraption," sniffed Draco, brushing at his trousers.
"Stop complaining," chided Harry. "It was fun!"
Draco allowed himself to be dragged through the Leaky Cauldron and out the back. "You didn't tell me we were making a trip to Diagon Alley," he said.
"Holiday cheer begins here," said Harry, opening the passage and gesturing for Draco to precede him.
"How do you reckon?" asked Draco, nimbly dodging a gaggle of galloping children.
"We can shop for gifts," replied Harry. "Then, I thought we could get something to eat and enjoy the holiday decorations."
Draco nodded his acceptance. This would be their first Christmas together, and he knew how important it was for Harry that they bring in the holiday together. He allowed Harry to lead him through the crowds of shoppers, and they strolled along the pavement, enjoying the displays in the windows.
"Let's go into Neville's shop," said Harry. Bells on the door jingled merrily as they opened the door to the floral shop. Harry and Draco got no farther than the doorway, however.
Neville laughed and pointed above their heads. "Mistletoe!" he cried.
Harry thought any excuse to kiss his boyfriend was a brilliant excuse. He turned Draco in his arms and pressed their lips together. An irritated harrumph from outside caused them to reluctantly part.
Harry stepped aside to allow the matronly witch to enter the shop. She halted abruptly when caught in the mistletoe's enchantment. Harry stifled a snort of amusement when he realized that Draco was stuck in the door frame with the woman.
"Well, don't just stand there gawking at me, you young reprobate," the woman scolded Draco. "Get me out of this predicament!"
"Madam?" Draco gulped.
"Kiss me, you fool!" snapped the woman. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
Draco visibly cringed, but he obediently bent his head, intending to kiss her quickly and be done with it. As soon as their lips touched, the old witch threw her arms around Draco and clung to him, snogging Draco for all she was worth.
Harry gaped at them, torn between horror and amusement as Draco flapped and flailed and tried to escape. When he finally managed to extricate himself, he fled to Harry's side. The woman hurried him along with a naughty pinch to his bottom.
"Thanks, ducky," she chortled. "Happy Christmas to me!"