A Kiss for Christmas
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Title: A Kiss for Christmas
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Narcissa, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language
Word count: 665
Summary: Mr and Mr Potter-Malfoy attend the annual Malfoy Manor Soirée.
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. 16
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2023 No. 16 - Plum Pudding
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 16 - made-for-TV special
♦ slythindor100 Traditional Prompt No. 16 - Flaming Pudding
♦ adventdrabbles Prompt No. 16 - Holiday Kiss beneath fairy lights
Harry paused at the bottom of the lane leading up to Malfoy Manor, the Greater. The stately old edifice was beautiful, with candles in every window, wreaths and swags of greenery festooning the façade, and fat snowflakes drifting gently down. It was a scene right out of a made-for-TV special.
Then Draco ruined it.
"Why do you insist we Apparate so far from the Manor each year and walk?"
Harry leaned in and jostled Draco with his shoulder. "Because I'm Harry fucking Potter-Malfoy."
"Oh, for...what does that have to do with anything?" scoffed Draco as he trudged toward his ancestral home.
"It doesn't," Harry replied. "I simply like saying it."
Draco sighed, his breath visible in the cold air. "Madness."
~*~
Harry had barely warmed up before the first guests began arriving. He joined his husband and mother-in-law in welcoming everyone. As soon as he could make a graceful escape, Harry wandered into the ballroom. It was also decorated for the occasion, courtesy of Neville and Luna's shop. There were wreaths at either end, poinsettias in abundance, and an enormous, trimmed Scotch pine in one corner. Fairy lights were strung above, looking like stars overhead.
Harry left off admiring the decor to peruse the banquet table. It reminded him of the tables at Hogwarts during the hols, holding everything from roasted meats to fairycakes. There was even a fabulous flaming plum pudding.
Harry fixed himself a small plate of appetizers and waded into the crowd to mingle. Everyone was in a jovial mood. Guests were dressed in their holiday best, although Harry doubted anyone else was wearing silk pants with naughty script on them. He saw Chesney and Ashton enter the ballroom and amended that thought. If anyone else might wear naughty pants to the party, it was Chesney.
Harry handed off his plate and made his way over to them. "You two are looking especially handsome tonight," he said. "It seems engaged life agrees with you. Have you set a date yet?"
"We eloped last night," replied Chesney.
Harry's mouth fell open; he had no words.
"Ignore him, Harry," said Ash. "My fiancé thinks he is being funny."
Draco chose that moment to join them. "Chesney, what have you done to make my husband appear constipated?"
"Why do you assume it is I who has caused Cousin Harry such consternation?"
"You've had that effect on him since the two of you met."
Harry looked from the bickering cousins to Ashton. "Would you care to dance, M'sieur le Carriere?"
That got Draco's and Chesney's attention as each of them protested. Harry winked at Ash as Draco led him onto the floor while Chesney guided Ashton among the other dancing couples.
"Jealous, love?" teased Harry, looping an arm around Draco's neck and settling the other hand at his husband's waist.
"I get the first dance with you," Draco insisted, voice low and growly.
Harry quivered in reaction. "You should have said so; I've already danced a tango with Muffy Mauldeth."
"I know you are taking the piss, because Mother would never allow a tango at this party."
Harry grinned. "Are you visualizing it, though?"
Draco chuckled as he turned Harry expertly across the floor. "I am imagining Mrs Mauldeth with a rose in her teeth."
"It's the hols, Draco; it would be a poinsettia."
Draco stumbled to a halt and laughed out loud. Everyone nearby glanced their way and smiled.
"You're causing a scene," Harry murmured. "Would you like your mum to evict us for such an unseemly display?"
"She wouldn't," said Draco. "I'm her favorite son, and I think, although I'm not completely certain, that you are her favorite son-in-law."
Harry beamed at him. "And you're my favorite husband," he said, angling his head to capture Draco's lips with his own. As the other couples swirled around them, they kissed on the dance floor beneath the fairy lights. It was magical.
And then Draco ruined it.
He raised his head and glared. "How many husbands do you have?"
How Sweet They Are