Merry (belated) Christmas to xphoenixrising
For:
xphoenixrising
Title: Holiday Banter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ginny/Draco, Harry/Luna
Warnings: None
Request: Ginny/Draco & Harry/Luna happy Christmas fic. Harry/Draco bickering while Luna & Ginny watch amused.
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa la la la la, la la la la,” Luna hummed under her breathe as she and Ginny finished the final touches of decorations in the den of the Malfoy Manor.
“Tis the season to be jolly. Fa la la la la, la la la la,” Ginny continued boisterously next to her friend, causing giggles to erupt from Luna as she sipped her wizarding eggnog, from which small Christmas coloured bubbles regularly popped and burst from.
The door leading in from the main foyer flung open with an exaggerated flair, and Draco and Harry stumbled in, hands laden with packages for the Weasleys and Hermione, whom they’d be spending Boxing Day with.
“For the last time Malfoy, I did not tell Ron that you ‘prance about the manor like a Hippogriff who’s drunk several too many pints of Firewhiskey’. I don’t know where he got that from, but it wasn’t bloody me,” Harry groused grumpily as he deposited his packages under the Christmas tree that Luna had just finished de-Nargling.
Draco humphed childishly after pecking Ginny shortly on the cheek, who seemed torn between exasperation and amusement.
“Well Weasel isn’t the brightest Niffler in the pack, if you get my drift. He must’ve gotten the bloody idea from somewhere,” Draco retaliated snappishly, slapping his hands on his hips, Molly Weasley style.
“At it again then?” Luna interrupted, a false cheer in her tone. Ginny rolled her eyes at the boys and placed the box of fairy lights beside the table. Both Harry and Draco seemed to ignore their presence and continued with their argument.
“Who knows where he got it from? You know, that Nigel bloke in Ron’s department doesn’t particularly fancy you, perhaps he told Ron that,” Harry retorted, and Draco snorted at him.
“What, that prat Delucy? He’s even dafter then Weasel, there’s no way he told him that. It was you, I know it. Luna, tell your boyfriend that he’s a bloody bastard, and a coward to boot,” Draco snapped, turning to face the two girls who were now laughing at their boyfriends.
“No thanks, I have a roast to put on. If you don’t mind,” Luna excused herself, chuckling as she wandered into the adjoining kitchen. Draco wheeled around to Ginny, waiting for the redhead to defend his manly pride.
“What?” she asked faux-cluelessly. Draco growled in frustration.
“Bleeding, bloody, hell! Gin, would you tell-”
“No,” she interrupted abruptly, a smirk forming on her lips. Draco glowered at her meanly as Harry snickered to himself.
“You got told ferret,” Harry taunted, narrowly ducking Draco’s quick moving fist.
“Actually, you should know Draco, that it was me, not Harry, who told Ron that you ‘prance about the manor like a Hippogriff who’s drunk several too many pints of Firewhiskey’,” Ginny admitted, her smirk widened. “See, Ron was feeling rather down after Hermione let slip that she finds you quite attractive, so I said it to bolster his confidence. I take it it worked?”
And with a final laugh, the redhaired pixie nimbly raced out of the room, leaving her rather stunned boyfriend and the boy who lived behind.