FIC: Lily's Letter [Harry/Draco - PG-13]
Title: Lily's Letter
Author dracogotgame
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: 0idontknow0's adorable prompt: Lily saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
Word Count/Art Medium: 940
Rating: (G to NC-17): PG-13
Contains (Highlight to view): *NIL*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I adored this prompt. So much fun!
Summary: Lily has a bone to pick with Santa.
Christmas had come and gone with all the customary chaos and excitement of the season. Between presents and carols, family and friends, eggnog and more eggnog it had been a wonderful time of year. Harry was rather sorry to see it end.
He walked into his study late at night, intending to start working on his newest case files when a glittery pink envelope caught his attention. Harry leaned over to take a look at the address.
Santa Claus
1, Reindeer Lane
The North Pole
That was odd. He was sure the kids had sent their letters to Santa well before Christmas. In fact, he had sent the owls out himself. Had he missed one somehow?
Feeling decidedly guilty, Harry decided to open it. There was a chance he could still run out and buy a present, maybe salvage the situation with an "Oh Santa gave this to me to give to you, but I completely forgot" or something...
He pried the letter open and recognized the loopy curvy penmanship of his youngest. This was from Lily.
But Lily had received all her presents...Harry frowned and scanned the letter, wondering what this was all about. The perplexed frown on his face gave way to an amused grin as he read further. By the time he was done, he had graduated to random chuckling fits. Of all the vastly amusing things Lily had done, this certainly made the top of the list.
Draco had to see this.
"Draco!" Harry called out to his husband. "Oi, Draco! Where are you?"
"What are you hollering about?" Draco demanded, frowning as he came up the stairs. "I just put the kids to bed and here you are making enough noise for…"
Harry grinned and handed him the letter. "You need to see this."
"What is it?"
"Lily wrote another letter to Santa."
"So why…"
Go on, read it," Harry insisted. "Trust me, it's worth it."
Draco still looked confused, but he took the letter and started reading it out aloud.
Dear Santa,
We need to talk.
Thank you getting me all the presents I asked for in my first letter. I love the Pygmy Puff best. His name is Bobby. I let him sleep in my bed 'cause he's afraid of the dark. Al's afraid of the dark too but he says it's because there's a troll living under his bed. I don't think there is. Daddy says it's his imagination (Aunt Mione spelled that out for me).
Al's a big baby.
Let's talk about my Daddy. My Daddy is very nice and tall and handsome. He has soft hair and nice eyes and the best smile. He's a Healer and makes people better when they're sick.
Papa loves him very much. He's always kissing and hugging Daddy when he thinks we're not looking. Me and Uncle Ron think its gross but I guess it's okay because they love each other. Aunt Mione says that Papa liked Daddy best in school. He followed him everywhere. Daddy likes that story. He laughs when she tells it. Papa just goes red and talks about Quidditch.
Papa will get really, really mad at you if he finds out you kissed Daddy. That wasn't nice, Santa. I left milk and cookies for you. Not Daddy. He's my Daddy and you can't have him. You can't hug him or kiss him.
I saw him first.
Please don't take Daddy to the North Pole. He reads me stories and takes me flying and tucks me in at night. If you take him away, he can't do any of that. And Papa will miss him and get sad.
So you can't have him. Ever.
Sorry, Santa.
You can have Jamie if you like.
Love
Lily.
PS: Bobby told me he needs a friend. Can you bring a girl puff next time? Say hi to the elves for me!
By the time Draco finished Lily's indignant missive, he was chuckling alongside Harry. "Well, it looks like we'll need to have a little talk with our daughter in the morning," he said with a smile.
Harry shook his head fondly and pulled Draco in for a kiss. "Just so you know," he murmured. "I'd be heartbroken if Santa took you away."
Draco rolled his eyes and brushed his lips against Harry's. "Maybe next time, 'Santa' could keep his hands to himself. Then we wouldn't have this situation on our hands, don't you think?"
"I thought you were my Christmas present," Harry protested. Draco laughed and kissed him again before pushing him off gently. "Go to bed," he ordered. "I'll be up in a minute."
He watched Harry take off before padding over to Lily's room. Lily was fast asleep. All Draco could see was a nest of auburn curls and a small hand wrapped around a slumbering Pygmy Puff. He smiled softly before folding up the letter and putting it safely in his pocket.
This one was a keeper.
Then he knelt down and stroked his little girl's hair back, pressing a soft kiss to her head. "Daddy loves you too, princess. He's not going anywhere."
Lily mumbled and curled into his arm, settling comfortably in the crook of his elbow. Draco kissed her cheek gently before disentangling himself and leaving quietly.
Merry Christmas, indeed. And to think, he had a lifetime of them to look forward to with his family. Draco hummed an old carol as he made his way back to his own room. Harry would probably be in bed waiting for him. Draco grinned at that happy thought and quickened his pace.
After all, 'Santa' owed him a Christmas present too.
Author dracogotgame
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: 0idontknow0's adorable prompt: Lily saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
Word Count/Art Medium: 940
Rating: (G to NC-17): PG-13
Contains (Highlight to view): *NIL*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I adored this prompt. So much fun!
Summary: Lily has a bone to pick with Santa.
Christmas had come and gone with all the customary chaos and excitement of the season. Between presents and carols, family and friends, eggnog and more eggnog it had been a wonderful time of year. Harry was rather sorry to see it end.
He walked into his study late at night, intending to start working on his newest case files when a glittery pink envelope caught his attention. Harry leaned over to take a look at the address.
Santa Claus
1, Reindeer Lane
The North Pole
That was odd. He was sure the kids had sent their letters to Santa well before Christmas. In fact, he had sent the owls out himself. Had he missed one somehow?
Feeling decidedly guilty, Harry decided to open it. There was a chance he could still run out and buy a present, maybe salvage the situation with an "Oh Santa gave this to me to give to you, but I completely forgot" or something...
He pried the letter open and recognized the loopy curvy penmanship of his youngest. This was from Lily.
But Lily had received all her presents...Harry frowned and scanned the letter, wondering what this was all about. The perplexed frown on his face gave way to an amused grin as he read further. By the time he was done, he had graduated to random chuckling fits. Of all the vastly amusing things Lily had done, this certainly made the top of the list.
Draco had to see this.
"Draco!" Harry called out to his husband. "Oi, Draco! Where are you?"
"What are you hollering about?" Draco demanded, frowning as he came up the stairs. "I just put the kids to bed and here you are making enough noise for…"
Harry grinned and handed him the letter. "You need to see this."
"What is it?"
"Lily wrote another letter to Santa."
"So why…"
Go on, read it," Harry insisted. "Trust me, it's worth it."
Draco still looked confused, but he took the letter and started reading it out aloud.
Dear Santa,
We need to talk.
Thank you getting me all the presents I asked for in my first letter. I love the Pygmy Puff best. His name is Bobby. I let him sleep in my bed 'cause he's afraid of the dark. Al's afraid of the dark too but he says it's because there's a troll living under his bed. I don't think there is. Daddy says it's his imagination (Aunt Mione spelled that out for me).
Al's a big baby.
Let's talk about my Daddy. My Daddy is very nice and tall and handsome. He has soft hair and nice eyes and the best smile. He's a Healer and makes people better when they're sick.
Papa loves him very much. He's always kissing and hugging Daddy when he thinks we're not looking. Me and Uncle Ron think its gross but I guess it's okay because they love each other. Aunt Mione says that Papa liked Daddy best in school. He followed him everywhere. Daddy likes that story. He laughs when she tells it. Papa just goes red and talks about Quidditch.
Papa will get really, really mad at you if he finds out you kissed Daddy. That wasn't nice, Santa. I left milk and cookies for you. Not Daddy. He's my Daddy and you can't have him. You can't hug him or kiss him.
I saw him first.
Please don't take Daddy to the North Pole. He reads me stories and takes me flying and tucks me in at night. If you take him away, he can't do any of that. And Papa will miss him and get sad.
So you can't have him. Ever.
Sorry, Santa.
You can have Jamie if you like.
Love
Lily.
PS: Bobby told me he needs a friend. Can you bring a girl puff next time? Say hi to the elves for me!
By the time Draco finished Lily's indignant missive, he was chuckling alongside Harry. "Well, it looks like we'll need to have a little talk with our daughter in the morning," he said with a smile.
Harry shook his head fondly and pulled Draco in for a kiss. "Just so you know," he murmured. "I'd be heartbroken if Santa took you away."
Draco rolled his eyes and brushed his lips against Harry's. "Maybe next time, 'Santa' could keep his hands to himself. Then we wouldn't have this situation on our hands, don't you think?"
"I thought you were my Christmas present," Harry protested. Draco laughed and kissed him again before pushing him off gently. "Go to bed," he ordered. "I'll be up in a minute."
He watched Harry take off before padding over to Lily's room. Lily was fast asleep. All Draco could see was a nest of auburn curls and a small hand wrapped around a slumbering Pygmy Puff. He smiled softly before folding up the letter and putting it safely in his pocket.
This one was a keeper.
Then he knelt down and stroked his little girl's hair back, pressing a soft kiss to her head. "Daddy loves you too, princess. He's not going anywhere."
Lily mumbled and curled into his arm, settling comfortably in the crook of his elbow. Draco kissed her cheek gently before disentangling himself and leaving quietly.
Merry Christmas, indeed. And to think, he had a lifetime of them to look forward to with his family. Draco hummed an old carol as he made his way back to his own room. Harry would probably be in bed waiting for him. Draco grinned at that happy thought and quickened his pace.
After all, 'Santa' owed him a Christmas present too.