All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - We Wish You A Merry Christmas
Title: We Wish You A Merry Christmas
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 799
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Teddy, Molly (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Even more three-year-old speech patterns and cuteness.
Summary: Harry and Teddy spend some time with Gamma Molly.
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.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 7 - Plum pudding, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Mittens. Part seven of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
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Part One
"Wat’s dat, Gamma Molly?" Teddy said, pointing at a lump of cloth hanging from a hook in the Burrow’s kitchen.
"That’s our Christmas pudding, dear. It needs to dry some more before we can eat it with Christmas dinner. Remember a few weeks ago when you helped me stir it, and made a wish?"
Harry definitely remembered that day. Molly had made a treacle tart just for him with the leftover treacle she wasn’t using in the pudding. It amused him immensely to watch her smack Ron’s hands away every time he’d tried to sneak a piece for himself. Eventually she had banished him from the kitchen entirely.
"Oh yeah! I wis’d fo’ a puppy! Is Ho Ho gonna bwing me a puppy fo’ Cwismas?"
Molly glanced over at Harry before answering. "Well, Teddy, Father Christmas might have to ask your Grandma about that. Puppies are a big responsibility."
Teddy gave a great sigh, as if all the weight of the world was on his small shoulders. Harry chuckled and tousled the boy’s currently-shaggy hair, watching as it turned from brown to a familiar white blond.
"Oh that reminds me, Harry dear. The next time you see Draco, will you please ask him if he wants to do Ginny’s Secret Santa this year? She wants to pick names this weekend, so she needs to know who’ll be joining in."
When Harry looked at her, Molly was already turned around and fixing up Teddy’s snack on a little plate. She brought it over to the table where Teddy was sat coloring, leaning down to kiss his temple when he said, "Fank you, Gamma Molly," before munching into a carrot stick.
She straightened up and looked at Harry with her eyebrows raised. He flushed when he realized he hadn’t answered her question. "Er, yeah. Yes, I can ask Draco if he wants to do it. The Secret Santa, I mean."
Dear Merlin, what is wrong with me? Molly just rolled her eyes and went back to tending to whatever delicious-smelling thing she was cooking for dinner as Harry sat there and wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
He still didn’t really understand how he felt about Draco. He knew they had both changed a great deal since their time at Hogwarts. Even though he was still a haughty git sometimes, Harry found himself liking the new side of Draco he saw whenever they both spent time with Teddy. He was witty, and sweet with Teddy, and not afraid to get his hands (or his face) a little dirty to have some fun.
Then there was the way Hermione kept making comments about them lately. The three of you are very cute together. What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean? Not to mention the misunderstanding with that mistletoe card the other night. He thought his face was going to melt right off, he blushed so much. He hadn’t been able to look Draco in the eye for the rest of the night.
And yesterday, watching Draco cutting out snowmen cookies and laughing with Teddy when they came out a bit wonky, something warm had settled in Harry’s stomach, like a little ball of light. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just odd. He’d never felt quite like that before.
It was all terribly confusing.
Shaking his head to dispel his jumbled thoughts, Harry saw that Teddy had finished his snack and had started fidgeting in his seat. They could both do with a bit of fresh air, it seemed.
"Come on, Teddy. What do you say we go make some snow angels before Grandma picks you up, hmm?"
"Yay, snow!" Teddy said, grinning as he hopped down at once from his chair and ran over to get his shoes by the back door. Harry watched him push his feet inside and close the Velcro tabs before reaching for his puffy yellow coat hanging on the rack. He laid it in front of him and put his arms in the sleeves, flipping it over his head with a laugh.
Harry smiled as he walked over to help start the zipper. Merlin, Teddy was getting so big. Harry remembered having to do all those things for him so clearly, like it was just yesterday.
"You need yous coat too, Hawwy."
"You’re right, buddy, thanks. I do need my coat too." Harry pulled on his coat and then crouched down so Teddy could do up his zipper as well.
"And don’t forget your hats and mittens, both of you! It’s getting very cold out there!" Molly flicked her wand and sent a bundle of knitted items over to them, including Teddy’s favorite wolf-eared hat.
"Thanks, Molly! You’re the best!" Harry said, smiling as he raced Teddy out into the snowy yard.
TBC...
Part Eight
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 799
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Teddy, Molly (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Even more three-year-old speech patterns and cuteness.
Summary: Harry and Teddy spend some time with Gamma Molly.
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.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 7 - Plum pudding, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Mittens. Part seven of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
Read on AO3
Part One
"Wat’s dat, Gamma Molly?" Teddy said, pointing at a lump of cloth hanging from a hook in the Burrow’s kitchen.
"That’s our Christmas pudding, dear. It needs to dry some more before we can eat it with Christmas dinner. Remember a few weeks ago when you helped me stir it, and made a wish?"
Harry definitely remembered that day. Molly had made a treacle tart just for him with the leftover treacle she wasn’t using in the pudding. It amused him immensely to watch her smack Ron’s hands away every time he’d tried to sneak a piece for himself. Eventually she had banished him from the kitchen entirely.
"Oh yeah! I wis’d fo’ a puppy! Is Ho Ho gonna bwing me a puppy fo’ Cwismas?"
Molly glanced over at Harry before answering. "Well, Teddy, Father Christmas might have to ask your Grandma about that. Puppies are a big responsibility."
Teddy gave a great sigh, as if all the weight of the world was on his small shoulders. Harry chuckled and tousled the boy’s currently-shaggy hair, watching as it turned from brown to a familiar white blond.
"Oh that reminds me, Harry dear. The next time you see Draco, will you please ask him if he wants to do Ginny’s Secret Santa this year? She wants to pick names this weekend, so she needs to know who’ll be joining in."
When Harry looked at her, Molly was already turned around and fixing up Teddy’s snack on a little plate. She brought it over to the table where Teddy was sat coloring, leaning down to kiss his temple when he said, "Fank you, Gamma Molly," before munching into a carrot stick.
She straightened up and looked at Harry with her eyebrows raised. He flushed when he realized he hadn’t answered her question. "Er, yeah. Yes, I can ask Draco if he wants to do it. The Secret Santa, I mean."
Dear Merlin, what is wrong with me? Molly just rolled her eyes and went back to tending to whatever delicious-smelling thing she was cooking for dinner as Harry sat there and wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
He still didn’t really understand how he felt about Draco. He knew they had both changed a great deal since their time at Hogwarts. Even though he was still a haughty git sometimes, Harry found himself liking the new side of Draco he saw whenever they both spent time with Teddy. He was witty, and sweet with Teddy, and not afraid to get his hands (or his face) a little dirty to have some fun.
Then there was the way Hermione kept making comments about them lately. The three of you are very cute together. What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean? Not to mention the misunderstanding with that mistletoe card the other night. He thought his face was going to melt right off, he blushed so much. He hadn’t been able to look Draco in the eye for the rest of the night.
And yesterday, watching Draco cutting out snowmen cookies and laughing with Teddy when they came out a bit wonky, something warm had settled in Harry’s stomach, like a little ball of light. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just odd. He’d never felt quite like that before.
It was all terribly confusing.
Shaking his head to dispel his jumbled thoughts, Harry saw that Teddy had finished his snack and had started fidgeting in his seat. They could both do with a bit of fresh air, it seemed.
"Come on, Teddy. What do you say we go make some snow angels before Grandma picks you up, hmm?"
"Yay, snow!" Teddy said, grinning as he hopped down at once from his chair and ran over to get his shoes by the back door. Harry watched him push his feet inside and close the Velcro tabs before reaching for his puffy yellow coat hanging on the rack. He laid it in front of him and put his arms in the sleeves, flipping it over his head with a laugh.
Harry smiled as he walked over to help start the zipper. Merlin, Teddy was getting so big. Harry remembered having to do all those things for him so clearly, like it was just yesterday.
"You need yous coat too, Hawwy."
"You’re right, buddy, thanks. I do need my coat too." Harry pulled on his coat and then crouched down so Teddy could do up his zipper as well.
"And don’t forget your hats and mittens, both of you! It’s getting very cold out there!" Molly flicked her wand and sent a bundle of knitted items over to them, including Teddy’s favorite wolf-eared hat.
"Thanks, Molly! You’re the best!" Harry said, smiling as he raced Teddy out into the snowy yard.
TBC...
Part Eight