Single Father Meets Father Christmas
Title: Single Father Meets Father Christmas
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, Scorpius
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 1005
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for white_apple_ink, with the prompt of single father Draco
Summary: Draco takes his son to visit Father Christmas, but Santa seems quite familiar...
"Scorpius!" Draco called out sharply. His son had scampered too far ahead of him at the Christmas market for Draco's peace of mind.
"But, I want to see Father Christmas!" Scorpius protested, even as he obediently returned to Draco's side.
"If you don't behave and conduct yourself like a gentleman, we will be going home," Draco told him in a firm voice.
Scorpius' shoulders drooped. "Yes, sir," he mumbled.
"I know it's difficult to wait, but you mustn't run off," Draco said more gently. "I worry about you."
"I know, Dad," Scorpius said, taking Draco's hand in his own, mittened one. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Now, when we reach Santa's house, you'll have to wait your turn to speak to him, okay?" Draco reminded his son. "Other children will be there, too."
"Okay," Scorpius sighed.
Draco smiled at his son and tousled his blond hair, so like his own. Draco's life had been a series of misfortunes and tragedies, but Scorpius was the one thing that had gone right for him. He hadn't known it was possible to love another person as much as he loved Scorpius. Becoming a father had given Draco a new perspective on his own parents.
By the time they reached the festive little building that served as Santa's house, even Draco was getting excited. He loved to see his son's eyes shining with such innocent delight. He kept Scorpius entertained during the wait to visit Father Christmas by telling him stories of lavish holidays from his own childhood.
Finally, it was Scorpius' turn. He dashed forward, only to slow as he approached the large, bearded man on the chair.
"Come now, Scorpius," said Santa, patting his knee.
Scorpius approached and gingerly sat on Santa's lap. "How did you know my name?" he asked, obviously awed.
"Magic," said Santa, placing one finger alongside his nose. He raised his head and met Draco's gaze, green eyes twinkling with mirth.
Green eyes?!
Draco bit his lip to keep from blurting out the identity of the man in the red suit. He hadn't seen Potter in years, and his heart raced to be so close to him now, in spite of Potter's beard and rounded figure. Draco assumed that was part of the costume, but it amused him to think that Potter had really grown a white beard and put on excess weight.
"What would you like for Christmas, Scorpius?" asked Potter.
Scorpius launched into a recitation of his most coveted toys and games. Eventually, he paused for breath.
"Have you been a good boy this year?" Potter inquired.
"Yes, sir!" Scorpius chirped in reply.
"And, has your father behaved himself this year?" asked Potter, twinkling at Draco over Scorpius' head again.
Draco felt his face get warm.
"He's been very good," Scorpius claimed, his voice solemn.
"I'm happy to hear that," said Potter. "Now, what do you suppose he would like for Christmas this year?"
"Scorpius," called Draco. "You've monopolized enough of Po...uh, Papa Christmas' time."
"Daddy needs a boyfriend," said Scorpius, ignoring Draco's strangled sound of protest. "At least, that's what Aunt Pansy says. He also likes chocolate biscuits and books."
"That's nice," said Potter. "Well, since both of you have been good boys this year, I'll see what I can do, okay?"
"Okay, Santa!" said Scorpius, relinquishing his perch on Potter's knee. "Thank you, and happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas to you, as well," said Potter. He was looking at Draco when he said it.
~*~
Draco had been rousted at dawn on Christmas morning by his exuberant son. Unable to contain either Scorpius' excitement, nor his own, Draco relented and got out of bed, accompanying Scorpius downstairs. Draco's holiday was made when he beheld the wonder in his son's eyes as Scorpius got his first look at the gifts piled beneath the Christmas tree. Being a single parent was frustrating and terrifying, but moments like this made it all worthwhile.
Once the presents had been opened, Draco left Scorpius playing with his new toys as he went into the kitchen to fix himself a cuppa. A knock at the door gave him pause. Draco wasn't expecting his parents to drop by until after lunch. He returned to the front room in time to see Scorpius open the door to reveal their unexpected visitor.
Harry Potter stood there, holding two wrapped packages. "May I come in?" he asked. "Santa Claus himself asked me to deliver these special gifts."
"He did?!" squealed Scorpius, almost bouncing up and down in renewed excitement.
Draco refrained from bouncing, but his heart was dancing in his chest. He was glad to see that Potter was still slim, fit, and clean-shaven. Damn, but if he wasn't a bit of alright these days.
"Please come in," Draco invited graciously. "This is my son, Scorpius. Scorpius, this is Mr Potter."
"Harry Potter?!" Scorpius gasped.
Potter grinned and handed one of the gifts over. "This is for you, Scorpius. Santa said you asked for some."
Scorpius tore open the wrappings. "Chocolate frogs!" he cried. "Wicked!"
Potter chuckled and handed the other package to Draco. "And, Santa said you would like these," he said.
Draco opened his gift and smiled at the tin of chocolate biscuits. "Tell Santa thank you from me."
Potter lowered his voice and said, "You can thank him yourself."
Draco couldn't believe Potter was flirting with him. He cleared his throat. "How?"
"Have dinner with me some evening, once the hols are over."
Other parts of Draco's anatomy wanted to join his heart's dance. "I'll think-"
"Daddy!" Scorpius interjected. "Santa must have sent Mr Potter to be your boyfriend!"
Draco's face warmed again. "Scorpius, I am quite certain that Santa did not-"
"We mustn't disappoint Santa," Potter interrupted. "He did mention the fact that a good boy like you deserves a boyfriend for Christmas."
"What if I've actually been a bad boy?" Draco whispered. He was immediately mortified by his own bravado.
Potter, however, seemed thrilled. He grinned and replied, "Then I reckon you're just what I wanted for Christmas."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry, Scorpius
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 1005
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for white_apple_ink, with the prompt of single father Draco
Summary: Draco takes his son to visit Father Christmas, but Santa seems quite familiar...
"Scorpius!" Draco called out sharply. His son had scampered too far ahead of him at the Christmas market for Draco's peace of mind.
"But, I want to see Father Christmas!" Scorpius protested, even as he obediently returned to Draco's side.
"If you don't behave and conduct yourself like a gentleman, we will be going home," Draco told him in a firm voice.
Scorpius' shoulders drooped. "Yes, sir," he mumbled.
"I know it's difficult to wait, but you mustn't run off," Draco said more gently. "I worry about you."
"I know, Dad," Scorpius said, taking Draco's hand in his own, mittened one. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Now, when we reach Santa's house, you'll have to wait your turn to speak to him, okay?" Draco reminded his son. "Other children will be there, too."
"Okay," Scorpius sighed.
Draco smiled at his son and tousled his blond hair, so like his own. Draco's life had been a series of misfortunes and tragedies, but Scorpius was the one thing that had gone right for him. He hadn't known it was possible to love another person as much as he loved Scorpius. Becoming a father had given Draco a new perspective on his own parents.
By the time they reached the festive little building that served as Santa's house, even Draco was getting excited. He loved to see his son's eyes shining with such innocent delight. He kept Scorpius entertained during the wait to visit Father Christmas by telling him stories of lavish holidays from his own childhood.
Finally, it was Scorpius' turn. He dashed forward, only to slow as he approached the large, bearded man on the chair.
"Come now, Scorpius," said Santa, patting his knee.
Scorpius approached and gingerly sat on Santa's lap. "How did you know my name?" he asked, obviously awed.
"Magic," said Santa, placing one finger alongside his nose. He raised his head and met Draco's gaze, green eyes twinkling with mirth.
Green eyes?!
Draco bit his lip to keep from blurting out the identity of the man in the red suit. He hadn't seen Potter in years, and his heart raced to be so close to him now, in spite of Potter's beard and rounded figure. Draco assumed that was part of the costume, but it amused him to think that Potter had really grown a white beard and put on excess weight.
"What would you like for Christmas, Scorpius?" asked Potter.
Scorpius launched into a recitation of his most coveted toys and games. Eventually, he paused for breath.
"Have you been a good boy this year?" Potter inquired.
"Yes, sir!" Scorpius chirped in reply.
"And, has your father behaved himself this year?" asked Potter, twinkling at Draco over Scorpius' head again.
Draco felt his face get warm.
"He's been very good," Scorpius claimed, his voice solemn.
"I'm happy to hear that," said Potter. "Now, what do you suppose he would like for Christmas this year?"
"Scorpius," called Draco. "You've monopolized enough of Po...uh, Papa Christmas' time."
"Daddy needs a boyfriend," said Scorpius, ignoring Draco's strangled sound of protest. "At least, that's what Aunt Pansy says. He also likes chocolate biscuits and books."
"That's nice," said Potter. "Well, since both of you have been good boys this year, I'll see what I can do, okay?"
"Okay, Santa!" said Scorpius, relinquishing his perch on Potter's knee. "Thank you, and happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas to you, as well," said Potter. He was looking at Draco when he said it.
~*~
Draco had been rousted at dawn on Christmas morning by his exuberant son. Unable to contain either Scorpius' excitement, nor his own, Draco relented and got out of bed, accompanying Scorpius downstairs. Draco's holiday was made when he beheld the wonder in his son's eyes as Scorpius got his first look at the gifts piled beneath the Christmas tree. Being a single parent was frustrating and terrifying, but moments like this made it all worthwhile.
Once the presents had been opened, Draco left Scorpius playing with his new toys as he went into the kitchen to fix himself a cuppa. A knock at the door gave him pause. Draco wasn't expecting his parents to drop by until after lunch. He returned to the front room in time to see Scorpius open the door to reveal their unexpected visitor.
Harry Potter stood there, holding two wrapped packages. "May I come in?" he asked. "Santa Claus himself asked me to deliver these special gifts."
"He did?!" squealed Scorpius, almost bouncing up and down in renewed excitement.
Draco refrained from bouncing, but his heart was dancing in his chest. He was glad to see that Potter was still slim, fit, and clean-shaven. Damn, but if he wasn't a bit of alright these days.
"Please come in," Draco invited graciously. "This is my son, Scorpius. Scorpius, this is Mr Potter."
"Harry Potter?!" Scorpius gasped.
Potter grinned and handed one of the gifts over. "This is for you, Scorpius. Santa said you asked for some."
Scorpius tore open the wrappings. "Chocolate frogs!" he cried. "Wicked!"
Potter chuckled and handed the other package to Draco. "And, Santa said you would like these," he said.
Draco opened his gift and smiled at the tin of chocolate biscuits. "Tell Santa thank you from me."
Potter lowered his voice and said, "You can thank him yourself."
Draco couldn't believe Potter was flirting with him. He cleared his throat. "How?"
"Have dinner with me some evening, once the hols are over."
Other parts of Draco's anatomy wanted to join his heart's dance. "I'll think-"
"Daddy!" Scorpius interjected. "Santa must have sent Mr Potter to be your boyfriend!"
Draco's face warmed again. "Scorpius, I am quite certain that Santa did not-"
"We mustn't disappoint Santa," Potter interrupted. "He did mention the fact that a good boy like you deserves a boyfriend for Christmas."
"What if I've actually been a bad boy?" Draco whispered. He was immediately mortified by his own bravado.
Potter, however, seemed thrilled. He grinned and replied, "Then I reckon you're just what I wanted for Christmas."