What's Really Going on Below
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Title: What's Really Going on Below
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 740
Summary: Harry instigates a snowball fight and pays the price.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles No. 19 - Naughty holiday pants for piratesmile331
♦ adventdrabbles Prompt No. 19 - snow bunnies
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2021 No. 19 - Tinsel
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 19 - Snowball fight
♦ slythindor100 Traditional Prompt No. 19 - window surrounded by snow
"Come see the snowman that the kids made," Harry invited with what he hoped was an innocent expression. He turned away before Draco could become suspicious and called for Chewy. The dog pranced up, eager for a romp in the garden at any hour.
Harry stepped outside, laughing as Chewy began running laps. Snow churned in the wake of his paws, and his tongue lolled out in glee. Harry turned to look back at the house. More snow had fallen, and through the snow-encrusted window, he could see Draco pulling his gloves on again.
Perfect
Draco stepped out, his breath frosting in the cold air. He approached the snowman, his expression softening into a smile. He drew his wand and flicked it around, creating several snow creatures to surround the children's creation. There was a deer, a few squirrels, a bird to perch on the snowman's shoulder, and even some snow bunnies.
"Impressive," said Harry, and he meant it. Draco had always been good at crafting figurines from snow. He was also brilliant at crafting snowballs, and Harry was counting on that. In fact, he was half-hard, just thinking about it.
Harry waited until Draco was sufficiently distracted by Chewy before he bent and scooped up some snow, working it into a ball. Harry cocked his arm back and threw.
Splat!
Harry whooped with laughter when his missile knocked Draco's hat askew. His husband whirled around to glare.
"Harry James Potter-Malfoy."
Draco's wand began to twirl, picking up snow and forming it into balls. Many, many snow balls.
"Oh shit." Harry dove for cover behind a bush. It was no use. The magically guided barrage found him, pelting him where he cowered on the ground. Chewy, the traitor, joined in the attack, tugging at one of Harry's boots until he wrested it free. He then trotted off with his prize, leaving Harry with one socked foot.
"I surrender!" he cried. When nothing further happened, Harry peeked above the top of the bush. He got smacked in the forehead with a snow ball. "Ouch! Bloody hell, you wanker! I said I surrendered."
"I'm going to take a hot shower," Draco said with haughty disdain.
"Wait! Get my boot from Chewy!"
~*~
Harry hobbled into the house, cursing each time his socked foot made contact with the snow, all while carrying the remains of the boot Chewy had snatched off his foot. "Man's best friend, my arse," he grumbled, scowling at his unrepentant dog.
Once he'd stripped off his outer-wear, Harry trudged up the stairs to the master bedroom. He crossed to the en suite and rapped on the door. "Wear some of your naughty holiday pants and meet me by the tree."
"Hah!"
Harry grinned, and riffled through his dresser drawer, coming up with his red boxers with a bit of tinsel at the front. He laid out Draco's elf G-string, although he doubted his husband would wear it. Harry went down the hall and used one of the guest rooms to shower in. He dried off, donned his tinsel pants and a thick, warm robe and headed back downstairs.
Draco wasn't waiting by the tree. Harry squelched his disappointment and went to the family room, where he dismantled what was left of Ginny's blanket fort and hauled the blankets and pillows back to the tree.
"You're serious about this."
Harry looked up at Draco and grinned. "When the kids are away, daddies should play."
Draco shook his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up. He helped Harry arrange the blankets and pillows and sank down in their "nest".
"Which pants are you wearing?" asked Harry, leaning close and fingering the edge of Draco's robe.
"Plain blue briefs."
Harry reared back, mouth open in dismay. "Wanker," he growled. "You were supposed to wear some naughty pants. Let me see." He bore Draco to the floor and tugged at his robe. Draco chortled and tried to fend him off, to no avail.
"Aha!" cried Harry when he revealed the goods. Draco was wearing a pair of red pants with candy cane hearts all over them. "Oy, those are my pants!"
"How naughty of me," drawled Draco. He yelped in surprise when Harry began to tickle him.
They rolled around on the blankets, tussling and tickling, until Harry finally pinned Draco beneath him. "Naughty boys get shagged, you know."
Draco's eyes sparkled with delight. "Let's get it over with then."
"Wanker."
Laughing All the Way