It Was Worth It
Title: It Was Worth It
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1,736
Summary: you just gotta love christmas.
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: none. just loads of silliness.
A/N: this is for the AWDT prompt “Oh my God! The tree is on fire!” for nocturnali and jamie2109. cheers!
*edit* sue's gift is here yahhh. word up.
After hours of labor, they stood back to examine their handiwork.
“Perfect,” drawled Draco, hands on his hips. “That wasn’t so bad.”
“Shut up. I was the one doing the work,” replied Harry grumpily.
“Actually, I think I made the effort to coordinate all the decorations.”
“Yeah, but who made the effort to hang them up?”
“You could have used your wand, y’know.”
“And how could I have done that if you snatched it away from me? D’you seriously think I like doing things the Muggle way?”
“The way you go about things, I wouldn’t be able to tell. I’m surprised you listened to my orders, Potter.”
“Yes,” said Harry, gritting his teeth. “I could have used a simple Mobiliarbus and a few conjuring charms. And maybe I could have added those fairy lights that you so graciously conjured yourself just to rub it in my face!”
“But I love to see you working so hard! And to know that you’re doing it all for me…”
“I did it because it’s almost Christmas! There’s no celebration without a decorated tree.”
“Well, it looks spectacular,” answered Draco smugly. “Mind fetching us some hot chocolate then?”
“Fine,” muttered Harry, making his way to the kitchen.
Draco remained in the living room, still staring at the tree. It had taken three hours before Draco complied to buy it with Harry. It had been long time since he had celebrated Christmas, after hiding for some time. But with Harry by his side, there was no point of hiding anymore. Yes, he was still threatened and even spat on by a majority of people, but he tolerated it. Yet Harry was always the one to defend Draco. He was the one who revealed the truth to the Order about Draco’s and Snape’s loyalties. He made it possible for the future to exist.
Draco noticed the gleaming star was missing from the top of the tree. Taking out his wand, he was about to cast a spell when Harry poked his head into the room.
“Wand, Draco?”
“What?” asked Draco, flustered.
“Can I have my wand? It’ll be easier to heat up the water.”
“Mmhmm.”
Draco slowly revealed Harry’s wand from the back pocket of his trousers. Harry could only stare at Draco’s perfect arse. He looked up when he heard a cough.
“Here you go. I do fancy having some hot chocolate right now.”
Harry was still staring at Draco quizzically.
“Well, Potter? Hop to it!”
Harry ran a hand through dark locks, grabbing his wand from Draco’s hand. He abruptly turned to go back into the kitchen.
“Right,” Draco whispered to himself.
Aiming his wand toward the top of the tree, Draco tried to concentrate on the incantation. He had done this many times when he used to help with decorations back at Malfoy Manor. He wasn’t sure if it would work this time after being away from his home, which now ceased to exist.
Harry was stirring two mugs of hot chocolate when he heard a girlish shriek. Spilling some of the burning liquid on his hand, he bit his lip before rushing into the living room. He froze.
“Oh my God! The tree is on fire!” Draco kept screaming.
He was attempting to put the fire out with small spurts of water. Harry could see tell Draco was panicking.
“Aguamenti!” yelled Harry loudly.
Immediately, a huge jet of water shot out of his wand. It soaked the tree until only a burnt stature of branches remained standing. The ornaments, now burnt to ash, resembled small slumps of coal due to the moisture.
“What the hell were you thinking, Malfoy?”
“I tried to put a star on top of the tree!"
“Why didn’t you ask me to help? You could have burned down the house!”
“I didn’t though, did I?”
“That’s not the point!” snarled Harry, ignoring his swelling hand. “I spent the whole day trying to make the tree look nice for us. And you couldn’t help but destroy it!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Draco rounded on Harry. “It’s ancient magic. A complicated spell. It’s been a while since I’ve used it and I might have lost my touch-”
“If you don’t know how to do something, then don’t do it!”
“I thought it would work-”
“It didn’t!” interrupted Harry angrily. “Try using ‘Incendio’ if you really want to kill the tree!”
Harry stood in front of Draco, his face crimson. Wincing as he clutched his swollen hand, he shoved past Draco to make his way upstairs.
“Hot chocolate’s on the table.”
Draco heard the door slam before sighing grimly. Why did he have to ruin the holidays now?
~~~~
“Would you just open the goddamn door?”
Draco refused to answer as he pulled the covers over his head.
“C’mon! I can’t take this anymore! It’s been a week, Draco!”
Draco threw his pillow over his head to block out Harry’s voice. He had managed to avoid Harry ever since their row. He was sure not going to stop now. Not until Harry apologized first.
“Can you please come out? If you even have the decency to acknowledge me with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I’ll be fine with that.”
Draco snickered as he wrapped the blankets tighter around his body. He had to admit that it was rather amusing to have Harry locked out of their room. This forced him to sleep in the guest room on the flimsy twin bed almost every night. Draco knew Harry’s back was probably aching, but he deserved it. Harry was being the prick, not him.
“Alright, fine. I guess you don’t want your present then...”
Draco immediately jumped out of bed to open the door. When he did, he just stared. Harry had his fist in midair, as if he were about to pound on the door. Harry glanced at Draco before averting his eyes to the floor. He could feel the heat rising to his face as he lowered his arm.
“Er, hi.”
Draco checked Harry out from head to toe before smirking. He definitely liked what he was seeing. A dark green blouse hugged Harry’s physique, neatly tucked into a pair of trendy black trousers. His feet fit snugly into black, leather shoes. A dark brown, leather belt wrapped around Harry’s hips. So formal, so handsome, so hot. Draco couldn’t remember the last time Harry dressed up. Perhaps it helped that he burnt Harry’s hideous wardrobe a few years back. At least Harry now had a sense of style, thanks to Draco.
“I chose those for you,” said Draco in a low voice. “The blouse, trousers and shoes.”
“I know. That’s why I’m wearing them tonight.”
“What?”
“Well,” explained Harry, shrugging, “I went over to Ron and Hermione’s for their Christmas party-don’t look at me like that! I asked you if you wanted to come!”
Draco felt hurt, realizing that Harry had left him alone all evening. He could feel his intestines tying into knots. He glared at Harry.
“So did you simply tell me you had a present only to give me a guilt trip instead?” asked Draco accusingly.
Harry didn’t answer. He was too preoccupied with the butterflies in his stomach. What if he wasn’t doing the right thing? What if this turned out to be a disaster? He swallowed the lump forming in his throat before exhaling deeply. He grabbed the edge of the doorway to steady himself. When he looked up, Draco was still glaring at him. But those gray eyes weren’t so hard anymore. They softened as Harry felt himself shaking.
“Look, I don’t expect you forgive me right away after what happened. It was stupid to fight over a tree. But I don’t want that to ruin anything. It doesn’t matter. We don’t-well, I just-”
“Spit it out,” growled Draco.
Harry slid a hand in his pocket, revealing a small green box, tied with maroon ribbon. Resting it on his palm, he held it out to Draco. Draco widened his eyes with surprise, glancing from the box to Harry. He seriously thought Harry had forgotten about Christmas Eve.
“I actually went to Ron and Hermione’s to see what they thought about this,” explained Harry sheepishly. “But I’m not sure. They don’t actually know your taste and- but -well-I wanted to give this to you.”
Draco slowly took the box, examining it carefully.
“Go on, open it.”
Draco’s heart was racing. What did this mean? Why was Harry stuttering? Draco knew Harry only stuttered when he was nervous. What was there to be nervous about? He looked at Harry, whose face was now red with embarrassment. Secretly, Draco thought he looked adorable. It reminded him of the days at Hogwarts. He used to be naïve and careless, insulting Harry whenever he got the chance. But that was the past.
Untying the ribbon and lifting the lid, Draco’s mouth dropped. Inside the box was a ring. An ancient, silver ring with an emerald gem. He could tell the silver was pure, as it felt similar to the silver he inherited. Draco smoothed a thumb over the gem. He noticed how well it matched Harry’s pretty eyes.
“Harry, what-”
“Draco,” said Harry, taking the ring out of the box and kneeling down,” will you accept this? Will you accept this token of love?”
Draco was speechless. Harry was-he had been planning to-he should have known. Harry would do this. He knew Harry loved him, despite his aristocratic personality. Some of his arrogance had rubbed off, but he was still a git. Harry loved Draco for that even more. Before he knew it, Draco was throwing himself onto Harry. They hit the floor with a thud as Draco squeezed him.
“Yes!” he laughed, showering Harry’s face with kisses.
Harry couldn’t stop grinning. He cupped Draco’s face with his hands, looking directly into his eyes before kissing him.
“Happy Christmas, Draco.”
Harry kissed him again. He rolled on top of Draco, letting his hands roam his body. He slid a hand into Draco’s silk pajamas pants, his fingers brushing Draco’s erection. Draco groaned with need. Harry continued to pet Draco’s member as he planted a giant hickey on milky skin.
“Mine,” he murmured seductively before claiming Draco’s lips again.
“I’m yours,” panted Draco, clinging onto Harry. “Strip. Bed. Now.”
Harry broke away, eyeing Draco wearily.
“Please, Harry?”
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1,736
Summary: you just gotta love christmas.
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: none. just loads of silliness.
A/N: this is for the AWDT prompt “Oh my God! The tree is on fire!” for nocturnali and jamie2109. cheers!
*edit* sue's gift is here yahhh. word up.
After hours of labor, they stood back to examine their handiwork.
“Perfect,” drawled Draco, hands on his hips. “That wasn’t so bad.”
“Shut up. I was the one doing the work,” replied Harry grumpily.
“Actually, I think I made the effort to coordinate all the decorations.”
“Yeah, but who made the effort to hang them up?”
“You could have used your wand, y’know.”
“And how could I have done that if you snatched it away from me? D’you seriously think I like doing things the Muggle way?”
“The way you go about things, I wouldn’t be able to tell. I’m surprised you listened to my orders, Potter.”
“Yes,” said Harry, gritting his teeth. “I could have used a simple Mobiliarbus and a few conjuring charms. And maybe I could have added those fairy lights that you so graciously conjured yourself just to rub it in my face!”
“But I love to see you working so hard! And to know that you’re doing it all for me…”
“I did it because it’s almost Christmas! There’s no celebration without a decorated tree.”
“Well, it looks spectacular,” answered Draco smugly. “Mind fetching us some hot chocolate then?”
“Fine,” muttered Harry, making his way to the kitchen.
Draco remained in the living room, still staring at the tree. It had taken three hours before Draco complied to buy it with Harry. It had been long time since he had celebrated Christmas, after hiding for some time. But with Harry by his side, there was no point of hiding anymore. Yes, he was still threatened and even spat on by a majority of people, but he tolerated it. Yet Harry was always the one to defend Draco. He was the one who revealed the truth to the Order about Draco’s and Snape’s loyalties. He made it possible for the future to exist.
Draco noticed the gleaming star was missing from the top of the tree. Taking out his wand, he was about to cast a spell when Harry poked his head into the room.
“Wand, Draco?”
“What?” asked Draco, flustered.
“Can I have my wand? It’ll be easier to heat up the water.”
“Mmhmm.”
Draco slowly revealed Harry’s wand from the back pocket of his trousers. Harry could only stare at Draco’s perfect arse. He looked up when he heard a cough.
“Here you go. I do fancy having some hot chocolate right now.”
Harry was still staring at Draco quizzically.
“Well, Potter? Hop to it!”
Harry ran a hand through dark locks, grabbing his wand from Draco’s hand. He abruptly turned to go back into the kitchen.
“Right,” Draco whispered to himself.
Aiming his wand toward the top of the tree, Draco tried to concentrate on the incantation. He had done this many times when he used to help with decorations back at Malfoy Manor. He wasn’t sure if it would work this time after being away from his home, which now ceased to exist.
Harry was stirring two mugs of hot chocolate when he heard a girlish shriek. Spilling some of the burning liquid on his hand, he bit his lip before rushing into the living room. He froze.
“Oh my God! The tree is on fire!” Draco kept screaming.
He was attempting to put the fire out with small spurts of water. Harry could see tell Draco was panicking.
“Aguamenti!” yelled Harry loudly.
Immediately, a huge jet of water shot out of his wand. It soaked the tree until only a burnt stature of branches remained standing. The ornaments, now burnt to ash, resembled small slumps of coal due to the moisture.
“What the hell were you thinking, Malfoy?”
“I tried to put a star on top of the tree!"
“Why didn’t you ask me to help? You could have burned down the house!”
“I didn’t though, did I?”
“That’s not the point!” snarled Harry, ignoring his swelling hand. “I spent the whole day trying to make the tree look nice for us. And you couldn’t help but destroy it!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Draco rounded on Harry. “It’s ancient magic. A complicated spell. It’s been a while since I’ve used it and I might have lost my touch-”
“If you don’t know how to do something, then don’t do it!”
“I thought it would work-”
“It didn’t!” interrupted Harry angrily. “Try using ‘Incendio’ if you really want to kill the tree!”
Harry stood in front of Draco, his face crimson. Wincing as he clutched his swollen hand, he shoved past Draco to make his way upstairs.
“Hot chocolate’s on the table.”
Draco heard the door slam before sighing grimly. Why did he have to ruin the holidays now?
~~~~
“Would you just open the goddamn door?”
Draco refused to answer as he pulled the covers over his head.
“C’mon! I can’t take this anymore! It’s been a week, Draco!”
Draco threw his pillow over his head to block out Harry’s voice. He had managed to avoid Harry ever since their row. He was sure not going to stop now. Not until Harry apologized first.
“Can you please come out? If you even have the decency to acknowledge me with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I’ll be fine with that.”
Draco snickered as he wrapped the blankets tighter around his body. He had to admit that it was rather amusing to have Harry locked out of their room. This forced him to sleep in the guest room on the flimsy twin bed almost every night. Draco knew Harry’s back was probably aching, but he deserved it. Harry was being the prick, not him.
“Alright, fine. I guess you don’t want your present then...”
Draco immediately jumped out of bed to open the door. When he did, he just stared. Harry had his fist in midair, as if he were about to pound on the door. Harry glanced at Draco before averting his eyes to the floor. He could feel the heat rising to his face as he lowered his arm.
“Er, hi.”
Draco checked Harry out from head to toe before smirking. He definitely liked what he was seeing. A dark green blouse hugged Harry’s physique, neatly tucked into a pair of trendy black trousers. His feet fit snugly into black, leather shoes. A dark brown, leather belt wrapped around Harry’s hips. So formal, so handsome, so hot. Draco couldn’t remember the last time Harry dressed up. Perhaps it helped that he burnt Harry’s hideous wardrobe a few years back. At least Harry now had a sense of style, thanks to Draco.
“I chose those for you,” said Draco in a low voice. “The blouse, trousers and shoes.”
“I know. That’s why I’m wearing them tonight.”
“What?”
“Well,” explained Harry, shrugging, “I went over to Ron and Hermione’s for their Christmas party-don’t look at me like that! I asked you if you wanted to come!”
Draco felt hurt, realizing that Harry had left him alone all evening. He could feel his intestines tying into knots. He glared at Harry.
“So did you simply tell me you had a present only to give me a guilt trip instead?” asked Draco accusingly.
Harry didn’t answer. He was too preoccupied with the butterflies in his stomach. What if he wasn’t doing the right thing? What if this turned out to be a disaster? He swallowed the lump forming in his throat before exhaling deeply. He grabbed the edge of the doorway to steady himself. When he looked up, Draco was still glaring at him. But those gray eyes weren’t so hard anymore. They softened as Harry felt himself shaking.
“Look, I don’t expect you forgive me right away after what happened. It was stupid to fight over a tree. But I don’t want that to ruin anything. It doesn’t matter. We don’t-well, I just-”
“Spit it out,” growled Draco.
Harry slid a hand in his pocket, revealing a small green box, tied with maroon ribbon. Resting it on his palm, he held it out to Draco. Draco widened his eyes with surprise, glancing from the box to Harry. He seriously thought Harry had forgotten about Christmas Eve.
“I actually went to Ron and Hermione’s to see what they thought about this,” explained Harry sheepishly. “But I’m not sure. They don’t actually know your taste and- but -well-I wanted to give this to you.”
Draco slowly took the box, examining it carefully.
“Go on, open it.”
Draco’s heart was racing. What did this mean? Why was Harry stuttering? Draco knew Harry only stuttered when he was nervous. What was there to be nervous about? He looked at Harry, whose face was now red with embarrassment. Secretly, Draco thought he looked adorable. It reminded him of the days at Hogwarts. He used to be naïve and careless, insulting Harry whenever he got the chance. But that was the past.
Untying the ribbon and lifting the lid, Draco’s mouth dropped. Inside the box was a ring. An ancient, silver ring with an emerald gem. He could tell the silver was pure, as it felt similar to the silver he inherited. Draco smoothed a thumb over the gem. He noticed how well it matched Harry’s pretty eyes.
“Harry, what-”
“Draco,” said Harry, taking the ring out of the box and kneeling down,” will you accept this? Will you accept this token of love?”
Draco was speechless. Harry was-he had been planning to-he should have known. Harry would do this. He knew Harry loved him, despite his aristocratic personality. Some of his arrogance had rubbed off, but he was still a git. Harry loved Draco for that even more. Before he knew it, Draco was throwing himself onto Harry. They hit the floor with a thud as Draco squeezed him.
“Yes!” he laughed, showering Harry’s face with kisses.
Harry couldn’t stop grinning. He cupped Draco’s face with his hands, looking directly into his eyes before kissing him.
“Happy Christmas, Draco.”
Harry kissed him again. He rolled on top of Draco, letting his hands roam his body. He slid a hand into Draco’s silk pajamas pants, his fingers brushing Draco’s erection. Draco groaned with need. Harry continued to pet Draco’s member as he planted a giant hickey on milky skin.
“Mine,” he murmured seductively before claiming Draco’s lips again.
“I’m yours,” panted Draco, clinging onto Harry. “Strip. Bed. Now.”
Harry broke away, eyeing Draco wearily.
“Please, Harry?”