Walk in the Park - Chapter 2 (Day 20 of 25 days of Draco and Harry)
Chapter 2 - Operation Sorry
For this prompt here
Harry was sulking.
Harry was sulking in the garden of all things, in a t-shirt and jeans, and no shoes.
Draco was covertly watching him from the window of his flat. He was getting worried but he had already been outside once and that was how Harry had ended up without a coat.
He ran a hand through his hair, a habit he most definitely picked up from Harry and puffed out a lungful of air. The floo chimed behind him and Ron stepped out. Draco had found out the hard way that Ron and Hermione were able to come into the flat whenever they wanted to.
Draco had been naked at the time. He had not been pleased.
“Hey Draco, where’s….is he still outside? He’s gonna catch something.”
Draco shook his head. “I went out there, I made it worse.”
Ron came to the window as Harry moved over to a tree in the shared garden, it was bare of its leaves and berries and Harry seemed saddened by this. “I’ll go talk to him for you. And if that doesn’t work, then Hermione will drag him in by his ear.”
“Ron, when did you get here?” Harry asked as Ron came up next to him, hands in pockets as it was freezing.
Ron smiled at Harry then as he took in his best friend. He didn’t look to be sulking anymore.
“You’re worrying Draco mate,” he said and within a second knew it was the wrong thing as Harry’s face darkened.
“Well he can worry himself at home for all I care. And if you think that you can get me to come inside to him then you are-”
Ron held up his hands in surrender. “Mate, I am not acting for anyone. I was wondering why you were out in the snow without a coat….and shoes? Seriously Harry?”
“Someone needed them more than I did,” he shrugged as he looked back up at the tree. “This would look so pretty covered in lights, give some life to the dull winter in this garden.”
Ron nodded as he followed Harry’s gaze. The tree was the main focus of the garden, but there was nothing else here, and it didn’t look like many people came out here from the flats.
“Does anyone even come out here?”
Harry nodded “Sometimes, but this time of year is too cold. They are mostly older, or young with babies and toddlers. It’s too cold for all of them. I wonder if the Ministry would mind if I put up a weather-“
“Stop, Stop! Hermione would have your head and you know it. Come on, I want some of your famous hot chocolate.”
Harry glanced up at the window where Draco was watching, chewing on a piece of his immaculate hair and decided that they could fight later. “Alright,” he agreed and slung his arm around Ron.
Draco ran forward when they got back to the flat, before he noticed Harry didn’t have shoes on and he got angry. However, Harry beat him to it.
“I am still upset with you. But I am making hot chocolates, so if you want one get your mug.”
Draco was left sharing a look with Ron as Harry went into the kitchen and started to warm milk in a pan on the stove top.
“Don’t worry, I know how we can fix everything, I just have to do a few things first.”
Draco nodded. “It’s not even an important fight, it was only a stupid tree.”
Ron raised an eyebrow in a fairly good imitation of Draco in answer. “He wanted this forlorn looking stupid tree, I said no, and meant it. So he’s sulking.”
Ron sighed and sat on the sofa as Draco picked up a mug from the side table near the window. “You know what he’s like Draco. He saves things, you are just going to have to learn how to distract him properly, or live with it.”
Draco turned then to give Ron a look. “Distract him?”
Ron smiled sheepishly as Ruff climbed onto his legs. “DO you know how many times me and Hermione had to stop him picking up kittens or crups or little birds that were where they were supposed to be? He likes cute things and he likes to save people. That’s his thing.”
Ruff barked and Draco quickly dropped his mug off in the kitchen, Harry wasn’t looking at him but he took the mug anyway and the smell of hot chocolate wafted back into the room when he came back to sit down.
“Ok, so tell me this plan.”
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After the hot chocolate had been had, Ron told him that Hermione needed his help. It wasn’t a lie, as they did need something in the new nursery that Hermione had been adamant she would only tell Harry.
So that was Harry out of the way, and they could commence operation sorry.
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“Hermione it’s going to be amazing.”
She laughed as they came through the door and flicked on the lamp. Harry moved to close the curtains and stopped, one hand on each one.
“What is it?” Hermione asked, waddling her 8-month pregnant belly over to him by the window.
The garden below was almost filled with people, there were heat lamps set up with chairs that had blankets. There was a steaming vat of mulled wine, another of apple cider and some hot sandwiches on a table. And the trees.
Harry gaped at it all, the trees were heavy with snow but lights had been entwined on the bare branches. They twinkled and shone and Harry wanted to be down there. He turned but Hermione was already wrapping a scarf around her neck and holding the other out for him to take.
He threw it on and they were out in the garden in a few minutes. They made their way over to Draco and Ron and Hermione went straight to her husband to give him a kiss.
“This was for me?” Harry asked quietly and Draco nodded.
“I’m sorry about the tree, and being a git.”
Harry laughed and launched himself at Draco then. “This is beautiful, and you even let all the other residents out here too. Thank you Dray.”
Draco huffed as Harry gave him a heated kiss before dropping back to his feet and staring up at the branches from Draco’s embrace.
Draco smiled, he liked to make Harry happy, it was infectious and Ron and Hermione were smiling, as were the others in the garden who were watching them.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said and then with a ruffle to the birds nest of hair on his boyfriend’s head “Merry Christmas Harry.”
For this prompt here
Harry was sulking.
Harry was sulking in the garden of all things, in a t-shirt and jeans, and no shoes.
Draco was covertly watching him from the window of his flat. He was getting worried but he had already been outside once and that was how Harry had ended up without a coat.
He ran a hand through his hair, a habit he most definitely picked up from Harry and puffed out a lungful of air. The floo chimed behind him and Ron stepped out. Draco had found out the hard way that Ron and Hermione were able to come into the flat whenever they wanted to.
Draco had been naked at the time. He had not been pleased.
“Hey Draco, where’s….is he still outside? He’s gonna catch something.”
Draco shook his head. “I went out there, I made it worse.”
Ron came to the window as Harry moved over to a tree in the shared garden, it was bare of its leaves and berries and Harry seemed saddened by this. “I’ll go talk to him for you. And if that doesn’t work, then Hermione will drag him in by his ear.”
“Ron, when did you get here?” Harry asked as Ron came up next to him, hands in pockets as it was freezing.
Ron smiled at Harry then as he took in his best friend. He didn’t look to be sulking anymore.
“You’re worrying Draco mate,” he said and within a second knew it was the wrong thing as Harry’s face darkened.
“Well he can worry himself at home for all I care. And if you think that you can get me to come inside to him then you are-”
Ron held up his hands in surrender. “Mate, I am not acting for anyone. I was wondering why you were out in the snow without a coat….and shoes? Seriously Harry?”
“Someone needed them more than I did,” he shrugged as he looked back up at the tree. “This would look so pretty covered in lights, give some life to the dull winter in this garden.”
Ron nodded as he followed Harry’s gaze. The tree was the main focus of the garden, but there was nothing else here, and it didn’t look like many people came out here from the flats.
“Does anyone even come out here?”
Harry nodded “Sometimes, but this time of year is too cold. They are mostly older, or young with babies and toddlers. It’s too cold for all of them. I wonder if the Ministry would mind if I put up a weather-“
“Stop, Stop! Hermione would have your head and you know it. Come on, I want some of your famous hot chocolate.”
Harry glanced up at the window where Draco was watching, chewing on a piece of his immaculate hair and decided that they could fight later. “Alright,” he agreed and slung his arm around Ron.
Draco ran forward when they got back to the flat, before he noticed Harry didn’t have shoes on and he got angry. However, Harry beat him to it.
“I am still upset with you. But I am making hot chocolates, so if you want one get your mug.”
Draco was left sharing a look with Ron as Harry went into the kitchen and started to warm milk in a pan on the stove top.
“Don’t worry, I know how we can fix everything, I just have to do a few things first.”
Draco nodded. “It’s not even an important fight, it was only a stupid tree.”
Ron raised an eyebrow in a fairly good imitation of Draco in answer. “He wanted this forlorn looking stupid tree, I said no, and meant it. So he’s sulking.”
Ron sighed and sat on the sofa as Draco picked up a mug from the side table near the window. “You know what he’s like Draco. He saves things, you are just going to have to learn how to distract him properly, or live with it.”
Draco turned then to give Ron a look. “Distract him?”
Ron smiled sheepishly as Ruff climbed onto his legs. “DO you know how many times me and Hermione had to stop him picking up kittens or crups or little birds that were where they were supposed to be? He likes cute things and he likes to save people. That’s his thing.”
Ruff barked and Draco quickly dropped his mug off in the kitchen, Harry wasn’t looking at him but he took the mug anyway and the smell of hot chocolate wafted back into the room when he came back to sit down.
“Ok, so tell me this plan.”
--
After the hot chocolate had been had, Ron told him that Hermione needed his help. It wasn’t a lie, as they did need something in the new nursery that Hermione had been adamant she would only tell Harry.
So that was Harry out of the way, and they could commence operation sorry.
--
“Hermione it’s going to be amazing.”
She laughed as they came through the door and flicked on the lamp. Harry moved to close the curtains and stopped, one hand on each one.
“What is it?” Hermione asked, waddling her 8-month pregnant belly over to him by the window.
The garden below was almost filled with people, there were heat lamps set up with chairs that had blankets. There was a steaming vat of mulled wine, another of apple cider and some hot sandwiches on a table. And the trees.
Harry gaped at it all, the trees were heavy with snow but lights had been entwined on the bare branches. They twinkled and shone and Harry wanted to be down there. He turned but Hermione was already wrapping a scarf around her neck and holding the other out for him to take.
He threw it on and they were out in the garden in a few minutes. They made their way over to Draco and Ron and Hermione went straight to her husband to give him a kiss.
“This was for me?” Harry asked quietly and Draco nodded.
“I’m sorry about the tree, and being a git.”
Harry laughed and launched himself at Draco then. “This is beautiful, and you even let all the other residents out here too. Thank you Dray.”
Draco huffed as Harry gave him a heated kiss before dropping back to his feet and staring up at the branches from Draco’s embrace.
Draco smiled, he liked to make Harry happy, it was infectious and Ron and Hermione were smiling, as were the others in the garden who were watching them.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said and then with a ruffle to the birds nest of hair on his boyfriend’s head “Merry Christmas Harry.”