Mince pies, Dragons and the Wedding Bells
“I hate Christmas” Muttered a very bitter Draco Malfoy. He sat, arms folded, sunk into a large red and gold armchair. The fireplace in front of him was burning away merrily and the scent of mulled wine and mince pies was floating towards him from the kitchen.
“Well you shouldn’t be so negative” Replied Harry as he came bustling into the room, a baking tray hovering in front of him, on which several large home made mince pies were sat.
“What the hell are they?” Draco asked, looking up as the smell grew stronger. He peeked his head from around the chair, glancing at his boyfriend, partner, fiancé and husband to be.
“Mince pies” The brunette replied, setting them down on the table and quickly transferring them onto a plate, after which he clicked his fingers and sent the baking tray back into the kitchen.
“You made them?”
“Yeah…”
“…Do they taste okay?”
“Try one and find out”
“I don’t trust your cooking”
“Why the hell not?” Harry seemed offended, but Draco had right to be testy of his cooking abilities.
“Don’t you remember the last time you cooked without magic? You ended up burning the duck, turning the orange into charcoal and somehow set alight to the salad.” Malfoy informed his boyfriend, rolling his eyes.
“You didn’t need to tell me again. And besides, I didn’t use the oven this time. Just my wand… So don’t fret Mr. Potter-To-Be” Harry said lovingly, a slight smile creeping up on his lips as he named his boyfriend, partner, fiancé and lover to be.
Malfoy rolled his large silver eyes and returned to gazing into the flames as they licked the logs of wood.
Potter pulled up a chair beside Draco and clicked his fingers, summoning two glasses of mulled wine to them.
“Why don’t you like Christmas, Draco?” Harry finally asked, taking a sip of the warm drink and allowing it to run down this throat and cheer every part of him.
“Just don’t. It’s tedious. Annoying. Childish. Why do you like it so?”
“Because it’s tedious, annoying and childish” Harry sarcastically replied, but then gave a real answer.
“Because it was always a time when people relaxed. Even when I was at the Dursley’s for Christmas, I got a little slack. They didn’t beast me so much in the festive holiday. And besides, Christmas is a time you share with the people you love”
“I should never have been at home then” Draco mumbled.
“And I should always have been with you” His love whispered softly, kissing his cheek.
“What do you mean; you want to have a Christmas party?”
“What I say, Mr. Malfoy. I want us to have a Christmas Party. After all, this is our first Christmas together, officially. Why not make something of it? Hermione and Ron did, Tonks and Remus did, Fred and Angela did and George and Alicia did… So did Pansy and Blaise. Why can’t we?”
It was a good point, admittedly, but Draco still disliked Christmas and wasn’t so keen. It would take a lot of persuasion from Harry…
And eventually, they had agreed that Christmas Eve, they’d have a party.
And so, the days leading up to the party were all packed full of plans and shopping sprees and ideas turning into something much bigger and wilder. In the end, Harry and Draco decided it was best if they got caterers in. Which they did. The finest spread of food you ever did set eyes upon. Better than any of the Hogwarts feasts, and admittedly, even Draco thought that was impossible. But no, these caterers did wonders.
Guests arrived at eight. Most planned on staying until late. Ron and Hermione, as well as little Ryan and Hannah, the newest additions to the Weasley family. Fred, George, Angela and Alicia. Tonks and Remus had given their apologies, however, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Pansy were there, milling around with the other guests, with included most of the Order of the Phoenix, many of their old Hogwarts friends and the children… Yes, the masses of children. There were Angela and Fred’s three, Louis, Liam and Lucy. Alicia and George’s little girl, Calli… And of course, there was the recent Zabini baby, fast asleep in her mother’s arms, but stirring slightly as she got passed around.
The first hour or so was mainly all about the meeting and greeting of people, smiling and waving and dancing and exchanging presents and the like.
Eventually, it got into the real party. Children were running around or skidding on the floor or sitting behind chairs plotting how to get to the firewhiskey…
The adults were drinking and dancing and the older Weasley twins and several other guys were on the games consol, racing and fighting and being like the big kids they were.
Draco and Harry were mingling, showing off the matching necklaces and the coloured rings they’d bought each other. Draco’s was bright red, set in gold. Harry’s, emerald, set in silver.
They split, to talk to different people, and soon enough, Harry found himself talking to Ron about presents.
“I’ve gotten Hermione a few odd things, you know… And I bought her that diamond necklace I was telling you about. Yeah, the one that cost an absolute bomb” Ron added, seeing the puzzled expression on Harry’s face.
“Well…” The brunette lowered his voice to a whisper and giggled. Ron, however, had his eyes wide open, pretending to be surprised.
“Really?”
“Yeah… But you can’t tell him. It’s a surprise” Harry said, winking. Ron already knew something… Something big.
However, a slightly drunk Weasley is never to be trusted with a secret, and soon enough, the red headed Ronald had found his way to Draco.
“Alright Malfoy?” He asked in a civil, but no doubt, slightly slurred voice.
“Aye. I see you take great delight in the free alcohol Ronald” Draco replied with the slightest of smirks.
“Well, it’s a party and a very good one Mr. Malfoy… And so is your Christmas present from Harry too” Ron reported, giggling.
“Why, what did he get me?”
The Weasley lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper.
Draco’s eyes widened. From that point onwards, Draco could not wait until the party was over, so he could have a word with his dearly beloved Harry.
“You got me what?”
“Pardon?” Inquired Mr. Potter, slightly confused by Malfoy’s question.
“I said: You got me what?” Malfoy said again, clearly and crisply, his sharp tone of voice seemingly dangerous
“Have you been talking to Ronald?”
“Aye, talking to that friend of yours, who told me something very disturbing earlier this evening?”
Harry said nothing, but smirked and rolled his eyes.
“Well?” The blonde asked impatiently
“Well what?”
“What is it, as you seem so calm about the whole situation…?”
“Of course I’m calm…”
“Calm? How can you be calm? I’m going to explode. How the hell do you expect me to look after a dragon?” Draco asked, totally overwhelmed that Harry was so relaxed about having a dragon in the house.
“A dragon?”
“Aye, a dragon.”
Suddenly, Harry burst into laughter. It was so classic. A dragon?
“What’s so funny?”
“You, darling. You are”
“Don’t laugh at me… Why are you laughing? Harry!”
“That was the best one I’ve heard in a long time.”
“What are you talking about Harry?” This seemed insane to Draco. He’d thought that he was getting a real live dragon. Now it seemed he was not. But… What had Harry gotten him for Christmas?
“Is your nice suit and new shirt pressed?” Harry asked finally, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.
“Yes, but what has that got to do with anything?”
“I asked Ron to make you think you were getting something daft for Christmas… Just to stop you asking me all the time.”
“I have not been asking you all the time…” Draco snapped, before adding, “So what is it?”
Harry chuckled.
“You know we’ve not set a date for the wedding?”
“Aye…”
“Well make sure tomorrow you are wearing your best suit and new shirt... Because tomorrow, I shall meet you at the alter and tomorrow we shall be wed”
The blonde was gob smacked, unable to say a word, speechless to Harry’s words. They were going to get married on Christmas day, and better still, it was starting to snow outside.
“Merry Christmas Draco” Harry whispered, holding up a piece of mistletoe and kissing his fiancé.
“Well you shouldn’t be so negative” Replied Harry as he came bustling into the room, a baking tray hovering in front of him, on which several large home made mince pies were sat.
“What the hell are they?” Draco asked, looking up as the smell grew stronger. He peeked his head from around the chair, glancing at his boyfriend, partner, fiancé and husband to be.
“Mince pies” The brunette replied, setting them down on the table and quickly transferring them onto a plate, after which he clicked his fingers and sent the baking tray back into the kitchen.
“You made them?”
“Yeah…”
“…Do they taste okay?”
“Try one and find out”
“I don’t trust your cooking”
“Why the hell not?” Harry seemed offended, but Draco had right to be testy of his cooking abilities.
“Don’t you remember the last time you cooked without magic? You ended up burning the duck, turning the orange into charcoal and somehow set alight to the salad.” Malfoy informed his boyfriend, rolling his eyes.
“You didn’t need to tell me again. And besides, I didn’t use the oven this time. Just my wand… So don’t fret Mr. Potter-To-Be” Harry said lovingly, a slight smile creeping up on his lips as he named his boyfriend, partner, fiancé and lover to be.
Malfoy rolled his large silver eyes and returned to gazing into the flames as they licked the logs of wood.
Potter pulled up a chair beside Draco and clicked his fingers, summoning two glasses of mulled wine to them.
“Why don’t you like Christmas, Draco?” Harry finally asked, taking a sip of the warm drink and allowing it to run down this throat and cheer every part of him.
“Just don’t. It’s tedious. Annoying. Childish. Why do you like it so?”
“Because it’s tedious, annoying and childish” Harry sarcastically replied, but then gave a real answer.
“Because it was always a time when people relaxed. Even when I was at the Dursley’s for Christmas, I got a little slack. They didn’t beast me so much in the festive holiday. And besides, Christmas is a time you share with the people you love”
“I should never have been at home then” Draco mumbled.
“And I should always have been with you” His love whispered softly, kissing his cheek.
“What do you mean; you want to have a Christmas party?”
“What I say, Mr. Malfoy. I want us to have a Christmas Party. After all, this is our first Christmas together, officially. Why not make something of it? Hermione and Ron did, Tonks and Remus did, Fred and Angela did and George and Alicia did… So did Pansy and Blaise. Why can’t we?”
It was a good point, admittedly, but Draco still disliked Christmas and wasn’t so keen. It would take a lot of persuasion from Harry…
And eventually, they had agreed that Christmas Eve, they’d have a party.
And so, the days leading up to the party were all packed full of plans and shopping sprees and ideas turning into something much bigger and wilder. In the end, Harry and Draco decided it was best if they got caterers in. Which they did. The finest spread of food you ever did set eyes upon. Better than any of the Hogwarts feasts, and admittedly, even Draco thought that was impossible. But no, these caterers did wonders.
Guests arrived at eight. Most planned on staying until late. Ron and Hermione, as well as little Ryan and Hannah, the newest additions to the Weasley family. Fred, George, Angela and Alicia. Tonks and Remus had given their apologies, however, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Pansy were there, milling around with the other guests, with included most of the Order of the Phoenix, many of their old Hogwarts friends and the children… Yes, the masses of children. There were Angela and Fred’s three, Louis, Liam and Lucy. Alicia and George’s little girl, Calli… And of course, there was the recent Zabini baby, fast asleep in her mother’s arms, but stirring slightly as she got passed around.
The first hour or so was mainly all about the meeting and greeting of people, smiling and waving and dancing and exchanging presents and the like.
Eventually, it got into the real party. Children were running around or skidding on the floor or sitting behind chairs plotting how to get to the firewhiskey…
The adults were drinking and dancing and the older Weasley twins and several other guys were on the games consol, racing and fighting and being like the big kids they were.
Draco and Harry were mingling, showing off the matching necklaces and the coloured rings they’d bought each other. Draco’s was bright red, set in gold. Harry’s, emerald, set in silver.
They split, to talk to different people, and soon enough, Harry found himself talking to Ron about presents.
“I’ve gotten Hermione a few odd things, you know… And I bought her that diamond necklace I was telling you about. Yeah, the one that cost an absolute bomb” Ron added, seeing the puzzled expression on Harry’s face.
“Well…” The brunette lowered his voice to a whisper and giggled. Ron, however, had his eyes wide open, pretending to be surprised.
“Really?”
“Yeah… But you can’t tell him. It’s a surprise” Harry said, winking. Ron already knew something… Something big.
However, a slightly drunk Weasley is never to be trusted with a secret, and soon enough, the red headed Ronald had found his way to Draco.
“Alright Malfoy?” He asked in a civil, but no doubt, slightly slurred voice.
“Aye. I see you take great delight in the free alcohol Ronald” Draco replied with the slightest of smirks.
“Well, it’s a party and a very good one Mr. Malfoy… And so is your Christmas present from Harry too” Ron reported, giggling.
“Why, what did he get me?”
The Weasley lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper.
Draco’s eyes widened. From that point onwards, Draco could not wait until the party was over, so he could have a word with his dearly beloved Harry.
“You got me what?”
“Pardon?” Inquired Mr. Potter, slightly confused by Malfoy’s question.
“I said: You got me what?” Malfoy said again, clearly and crisply, his sharp tone of voice seemingly dangerous
“Have you been talking to Ronald?”
“Aye, talking to that friend of yours, who told me something very disturbing earlier this evening?”
Harry said nothing, but smirked and rolled his eyes.
“Well?” The blonde asked impatiently
“Well what?”
“What is it, as you seem so calm about the whole situation…?”
“Of course I’m calm…”
“Calm? How can you be calm? I’m going to explode. How the hell do you expect me to look after a dragon?” Draco asked, totally overwhelmed that Harry was so relaxed about having a dragon in the house.
“A dragon?”
“Aye, a dragon.”
Suddenly, Harry burst into laughter. It was so classic. A dragon?
“What’s so funny?”
“You, darling. You are”
“Don’t laugh at me… Why are you laughing? Harry!”
“That was the best one I’ve heard in a long time.”
“What are you talking about Harry?” This seemed insane to Draco. He’d thought that he was getting a real live dragon. Now it seemed he was not. But… What had Harry gotten him for Christmas?
“Is your nice suit and new shirt pressed?” Harry asked finally, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.
“Yes, but what has that got to do with anything?”
“I asked Ron to make you think you were getting something daft for Christmas… Just to stop you asking me all the time.”
“I have not been asking you all the time…” Draco snapped, before adding, “So what is it?”
Harry chuckled.
“You know we’ve not set a date for the wedding?”
“Aye…”
“Well make sure tomorrow you are wearing your best suit and new shirt... Because tomorrow, I shall meet you at the alter and tomorrow we shall be wed”
The blonde was gob smacked, unable to say a word, speechless to Harry’s words. They were going to get married on Christmas day, and better still, it was starting to snow outside.
“Merry Christmas Draco” Harry whispered, holding up a piece of mistletoe and kissing his fiancé.