O Christmas Tree
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Title: O Christmas Tree Follows Packages and Bows
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 530
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles No. 9 - Grand fir tree - molnou
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 9
♦ adventdrabbles No. 9 - Stuck in the airport over the Holidays
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2017 No. 9 - Advent calendar
♦ hd_ina_tree December prompt - Christmas tree
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird 9:
Summary: Harry's to-do list is getting longer.
Harry stared at the tree that Draco had placed in their front room. "Where did you get that massive thing?" he demanded.
"We have vaulted ceilings, Harry," said Draco. "We need an impressive tree. This is a Grand Fir. Isn't it gorgeous? Get down, Cassiopeia!"
Harry shook his head, not sure if he was more exasperated with Draco or his cat. "Okay, banish Cassi from the front room, and let's get this tree decorated. Then, we can set up the Pink Tree."
"Her name is...what did you say about that pink travesty?"
~*~
Harry stood back and admired the trimmed tree. "It's beautiful, Draco," he whispered. "We should throw a party and then get married, just to celebrate."
"Wanker," snorted Draco, tossing a bauble at Harry's head.
Harry caught it with his still-quick reflexes. "I have to go to my meeting soon. Wish me luck in my efforts to dodge the Widow Mauldeth."
"Just give in and let the old biddy have her way with you," said Draco. "It will make her Christmas."
"Ugh," Harry shuddered. "Besides, I'm your property, remember? It's not too late to change my pants. I'll wear the ones you gave me."
Draco's eyes brightened with interest. "Which ones are you wearing now?" he asked, sounding too casual.
"The ones that say Jingle Balls."
Draco prowled closer. "Let me see."
Harry back-pedaled. "No, you'll make me late, and if I'm not there to steer the fundraising committee in the proper direction, Mrs Mauldeth will get them to agree to a bachelor auction. If I go on the block, so do you, Draco!"
That gave Draco pause. "I suppose I should get to the shop today," he relented with a sigh. "But, I plan to undress you later to find out for sure which pants you're wearing."
"I like the way you treat my silly holiday pants like your own personal Advent calendar," Harry said with a grin. "Each day, you get a new surprise."
"Harry, if you keep talking like that, neither of us is getting out of here today."
~*~
Harry clenched his jaw to stifle a yawn. He served on the board of several charities, but sitting through meetings was sheer torture. Honestly, he'd rather be stuck in the airport over the holidays than be leered at by Mrs Mauldeth.
"Any suggestions?" asked Edwina Rawleigh-Douglas.
"A bachelor auction," said Mrs Mauldeth.
"Bake sale!" blurted Harry.
"We did a bake sale last year, dear," tutted Mrs Mauldeth.
"It was a tremendous success, too," mused Mrs Rawleigh-Douglas. "Mr Potter, do you suppose you could get Madam Puddifoot to donate to the cause again this year?"
"Absolutely," Harry replied, heaving an inward sigh of relief. Madam Puddifoot wanted a holiday inflatable of her own, and Harry wasn't above bribing her with one.
Mrs Rawleigh-Douglas rapped a gavel on the table. "All in favor of a bake sale?"
Harry raised his hand, grateful to see that the majority of the board members followed suit. Now all he had to do was bake dozens of cookies, buy some additional inflatable holiday decorations, finish shopping, attend several parties, plan his wedding, and set up the Pink Tree without Draco hexing him.
Piece of cake.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas