Go To It While You're Young
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Title: Go To It While You're Young Follows Toys and Goodies
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Rosmerta, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 690
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 141 - snow words
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles No. 16 - Snowball fight - person958
♦ newyearcntdown New Year's Countdown Challenge, Day 16
♦ adventdrabbles No. 16 - Snowball fight
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2017 No. 16 - Snowstorm
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird 16:
Summary: Harry embraces his inner child.
When it was time for Harry to return home, Draco followed him out of the shop. They shared a lazy, cider-flavored kiss on the front stoop.
It had begun to snow while they'd been inside, eating fairy cakes and drinking their cider.
Harry raised his head and tipped it back. "It's a snowstorm!" he cried in delight.
Draco cocked a brow. "It's flurries, Harry."
"At least the snow is sticking this time," said Harry. "If it stays cold enough, there'll be a white Christmas in Hogsmeade, at least."
Draco was approached by a villager, asking about a particular potion. Harry took the opportunity to leave, but he didn't get far before he was distracted by the snow. He began trying to catch flakes on his tongue. Harry was soon joined by a few delighted children. The snow piled up rapidly, and the kids began forming it into the base of a snowman.
Harry watched them for a moment, and then his more diabolical nature took over. How long had it been since he'd lovingly pelted Draco with a snowball? Harry scooped up some cold snow and furtively packed it into a ball. He waited until Draco's customer left, then Harry lobbed the missile at his fiance. It caught Draco in the center of the chest.
"Hah!" crowed Harry. "Kill shot! Uh-oh..."
Draco had drawn his wand and was swirling it around, gathering up an armament of snowballs.
Harry panicked and threw the children under the bus. "They did it!" he exclaimed, pointing at the innocent kids. They shrieked and ducked behind a tree when Draco let his volly fly. Harry got pummeled before he dove for cover. The snowballs found him, however, raining down on him from above.
"Snowball fight!" yelled one of the boys, scooping up some snow.
Harry was grateful for the help, until the little bugger hit him in the head with a snowball. "I surrender!" he yelped, covering his face in hopes of saving his specs.
The kids started throwing snowballs at one another, only pelting Harry occasionally, where he lay on the ground, hoping for a quick death. Eventually, the snowball fight was over. Harry remained where he was, moaning and chuckling at the same time.
A face peered down at him.
"Are you okay, Harry?" asked Rosmerta, where she had ventured out of the Three Broomsticks.
"I'll live," Harry muttered. "I forgot how vicious Draco can be when it comes to snowball fights."
"I can't believe the two of you are getting married."
"What?!" cried Harry. "When?! We're not!"
Rosmerta's eyes widened. "You are engaged, are you not?"
"Oh, ha ha, yes," Harry stammered as he sat up straight. "We just haven't announced a date or anything yet. Well, this has been fun, but I think a hot bath is in order." He clambered to his feet and tried to brush away the snow.
"Why not use your wand, Harry?"
"Right, my wand," said Harry. He was babbling and he knew it. "I'll just Apparate on home then, shall I?"
~*~
Once home, Harry straightened the Christmas tree again, then trudged upstairs. He turned on the taps in the large bathtub in the master suite, then returned to the bedroom to get out of his cold, wet clothes. Harry checked the time. Draco would be getting home soon, too. He called for Kreacher and asked the old elf to bring a bottle of champagne on ice.
Harry settled into his tub full of bubbles with a sigh, and his eyes drifted closed.
"Harry?"
Harry started awake. The water was still warm, so he hadn't dozed off for long. "In here," he called.
Draco peeked into the bathroom, grinning in delight at the sight of Harry in a bubble bath, with champagne on ice. "A romantic bath, Harry? How soppy of you."
"This is my bath and champagne," drawled Harry. "Bugger off."
"Are you still pouting because I trounced you in snow wars again?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "I love it when you trounce me in a snowball fight," he said. "It's like foreplay. Now get naked, and get in here with me."
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