All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - The Holly and the Ivy
Title: The Holly and the Ivy
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 895
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Draco (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG
Warning: Warm & cozy Draco feels.
Summary: Harry pays Draco a visit.
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 9 - White rose wreath, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Christmas carols. Part nine 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
A flick of Harry’s wand instantly brought up flames crackling merrily in the fireplace, but he wasn’t looking for their warmth today. He took a deep breath before scooping up some Floo powder and throwing it in, watching the light change from warm yellow to bright green. I just need to ask him a few questions, there’s no reason to get all worked up about it. A few minutes and it’ll be over.
Repeating this to himself a few more times, he knelt on the soft rug in front of the hearth before sticking his head into the flames and calling out Draco’s address.
When the rushing stopped, Harry was looking out at a small drawing room. He could see a Christmas tree standing over to the left in front of a picture window, fairy lights twinkling and delicate-looking ornaments hung from its branches with obvious care. It was a stunning sight.
A sudden cough brought his attention to the man sitting in the wing-back chair just to the right of the hearth. Draco had clearly been reading, but he put his book aside and gave Harry a quizzical look.
"Harry, hello. I wasn’t expecting you today, was I?"
"Hi. Er, no you weren’t. Sorry to disturb you." Draco waved his concerns away.
"You’re not disturbing much. I was just doing some reading. It’s not like I can’t do that tonight in bed." A moment later, Draco seemed to realize what he’d just said. His cheeks went pink and he chuckled uncomfortably. "Right. Is there something you wanted to discuss, Harry?"
Harry, whose thoughts for some reason had strayed to an image of Draco lying in a large bed, cleared his throat. "Yes, there is actually. I wanted to ask you something."
"Then why don’t you come on through. I’ll make us some tea and you can give your knees a break."
By the time Harry had stepped out of the flames, wobbly-kneed and stumbling, Draco was nowhere to be seen. He walked out into the hall, figuring he’d find Draco in the kitchen. The space was narrow, but still somehow inviting, with boughs of holly adorning the banister leading to the second floor and a beautiful wreath of white roses hanging on the front door.
Following the soft sound of music flowing down the hall, Harry soon found the kitchen, and subsequently Draco. There was a jet of hot water streaming from the end of his wand into two mugs sat before him on the marble countertop. The kitchen wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t big either. There was a comfortable-looking breakfast nook in one corner by a window, but no formal dining area. All the appliances looked fairly new. Harry was surprised to see that Draco even had a microwave.
A small muggle radio sat next to the sink, and Harry recognized the first few notes of The Holly and the Ivy. It was Dromeda‘s favorite Christmas carol; she was always humming it to herself whenever Harry came to visit.
Draco turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. His shock at finding Draco’s house so homey must have shown on his face. "Let me guess, you were expecting me to live in Malfoy Manor two-point-o."
"How do you know that phrase?"
Draco huffed as he handed Harry a steaming mug. "I do read. And I’ll have you know that I’ve even watched some programs on that telly-whatsit Andromeda has. That Doctor Who bloke is quite entertaining."
Harry gaped at him. Something about seeing Draco Malfoy in his cozy kitchen, making Harry tea and talking about Doctor Who of all things, was making Harry feel all warm and confused inside.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me, Potter?" Harry winced.
"Oh! Er, yes of course. Molly wanted me to let you know Ginny’s putting together a Secret Santa this year. It sounds like we’re picking names this weekend at the Burrow, if you want to join us."
Draco looked surprised, but Harry noticed a small smile on his lips before he raised his tea to take a sip. Wait, why am I looking at his lips? Harry shook his head in bewilderment and tuned back into what Draco was saying.
"Who exactly will be there? Other than the ginger horde, I mean." There wasn’t a hint of derision or malice in Draco’s voice. He sounded rather anxious, truth be told.
"Er, definitely Hermione, Luna, and Neville. Sometimes Dean Thomas, but I think he and Ginny split again. Oh! And Parkinson will be there."
"Excuse me? Pansy’s going to be where?" Harry bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
"Has she not told you? She’s been seeing Neville going on two months now." Draco’s expression hardened, and Harry was glad the other man’s ire was not directed at him.
"She has, has she? No, she has not mentioned anything to me about seeing Longbottom. Or anyone at all, for that matter. Very well, Harry. I’ll be in your Secret Santa. Pansy thinks she can keep a secret from me, does she? We’ll just see about that."
Harry took a sip of his tea, listening to Draco mutter insults under his breath and thanking Merlin that he wasn’t Parkinson. He had a feeling it would be very interesting to see what happened when they were all at the Burrow come Saturday.
TBC...
Part Ten
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 895
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Draco (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG
Warning: Warm & cozy Draco feels.
Summary: Harry pays Draco a visit.
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 9 - White rose wreath, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Christmas carols. Part nine 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
A flick of Harry’s wand instantly brought up flames crackling merrily in the fireplace, but he wasn’t looking for their warmth today. He took a deep breath before scooping up some Floo powder and throwing it in, watching the light change from warm yellow to bright green. I just need to ask him a few questions, there’s no reason to get all worked up about it. A few minutes and it’ll be over.
Repeating this to himself a few more times, he knelt on the soft rug in front of the hearth before sticking his head into the flames and calling out Draco’s address.
When the rushing stopped, Harry was looking out at a small drawing room. He could see a Christmas tree standing over to the left in front of a picture window, fairy lights twinkling and delicate-looking ornaments hung from its branches with obvious care. It was a stunning sight.
A sudden cough brought his attention to the man sitting in the wing-back chair just to the right of the hearth. Draco had clearly been reading, but he put his book aside and gave Harry a quizzical look.
"Harry, hello. I wasn’t expecting you today, was I?"
"Hi. Er, no you weren’t. Sorry to disturb you." Draco waved his concerns away.
"You’re not disturbing much. I was just doing some reading. It’s not like I can’t do that tonight in bed." A moment later, Draco seemed to realize what he’d just said. His cheeks went pink and he chuckled uncomfortably. "Right. Is there something you wanted to discuss, Harry?"
Harry, whose thoughts for some reason had strayed to an image of Draco lying in a large bed, cleared his throat. "Yes, there is actually. I wanted to ask you something."
"Then why don’t you come on through. I’ll make us some tea and you can give your knees a break."
By the time Harry had stepped out of the flames, wobbly-kneed and stumbling, Draco was nowhere to be seen. He walked out into the hall, figuring he’d find Draco in the kitchen. The space was narrow, but still somehow inviting, with boughs of holly adorning the banister leading to the second floor and a beautiful wreath of white roses hanging on the front door.
Following the soft sound of music flowing down the hall, Harry soon found the kitchen, and subsequently Draco. There was a jet of hot water streaming from the end of his wand into two mugs sat before him on the marble countertop. The kitchen wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t big either. There was a comfortable-looking breakfast nook in one corner by a window, but no formal dining area. All the appliances looked fairly new. Harry was surprised to see that Draco even had a microwave.
A small muggle radio sat next to the sink, and Harry recognized the first few notes of The Holly and the Ivy. It was Dromeda‘s favorite Christmas carol; she was always humming it to herself whenever Harry came to visit.
Draco turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. His shock at finding Draco’s house so homey must have shown on his face. "Let me guess, you were expecting me to live in Malfoy Manor two-point-o."
"How do you know that phrase?"
Draco huffed as he handed Harry a steaming mug. "I do read. And I’ll have you know that I’ve even watched some programs on that telly-whatsit Andromeda has. That Doctor Who bloke is quite entertaining."
Harry gaped at him. Something about seeing Draco Malfoy in his cozy kitchen, making Harry tea and talking about Doctor Who of all things, was making Harry feel all warm and confused inside.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me, Potter?" Harry winced.
"Oh! Er, yes of course. Molly wanted me to let you know Ginny’s putting together a Secret Santa this year. It sounds like we’re picking names this weekend at the Burrow, if you want to join us."
Draco looked surprised, but Harry noticed a small smile on his lips before he raised his tea to take a sip. Wait, why am I looking at his lips? Harry shook his head in bewilderment and tuned back into what Draco was saying.
"Who exactly will be there? Other than the ginger horde, I mean." There wasn’t a hint of derision or malice in Draco’s voice. He sounded rather anxious, truth be told.
"Er, definitely Hermione, Luna, and Neville. Sometimes Dean Thomas, but I think he and Ginny split again. Oh! And Parkinson will be there."
"Excuse me? Pansy’s going to be where?" Harry bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
"Has she not told you? She’s been seeing Neville going on two months now." Draco’s expression hardened, and Harry was glad the other man’s ire was not directed at him.
"She has, has she? No, she has not mentioned anything to me about seeing Longbottom. Or anyone at all, for that matter. Very well, Harry. I’ll be in your Secret Santa. Pansy thinks she can keep a secret from me, does she? We’ll just see about that."
Harry took a sip of his tea, listening to Draco mutter insults under his breath and thanking Merlin that he wasn’t Parkinson. He had a feeling it would be very interesting to see what happened when they were all at the Burrow come Saturday.
TBC...
Part Ten