New Xmas Series: Christmas At War Part 4: Christmas Traditions
Title: Christmas Traditions
Author:
hpfangirl71
Word Count: 903
Rating: PG for this part but will probably get higher
Prompt: Picture Prompt 4 at
slythindor100 NUTCRACKER BALLET and also for THIS PROMPT TABLE
hd_seasons prompt: Traditions
Warning: Angst and UST plus slight Fluffiness Also story will be very AU as well
Disclaimer: JK owns the pretty boys, I just get to play rough with them as long as I put them safely back and make no money off the telling of their exploits.
Author's Notes: This will be a 25 part series written for both groups. I was going to write a sequel to one of my other stories but then I saw the first prompt and this bunny appeared and so far it seems to be getting fed well... This story has totally ignored the events of the 7th bk and changes major events of the 6th book as well. Its not meant for canon accuracy but as a fun, entertaining means of getting the boys together for xmas. Enjoy!! :D
Christmas At War by HPFangirl71
Part 4: Christmas Traditions
It was only a week or so that passed before Malfoy had regained most of his strength. Harry blamed it on Mrs. Weasley stuffing the boy full of everything good to eat within the vicinity and doting on the boy like only a mother could. Surprisingly, Malfoy seemed to be flourishing under her ministrations instead of shying away as Harry would’ve suspected of him. It was Malfoy’s taking to Mrs. Weasley, which had Harry spending copious amounts of his own time in the blonde’s presence.
These hours spent with Malfoy were rather pleasant if Harry had to be completely honest. It seemed the months of war had them both less inclined toward the biting sarcasm of their school days. Instead, they actually found common ground to talk and get to know one another. Sure, he was still a bit obnoxious and spoiled but in recent months, the man had had to face the reality of his situation and reassess his position in life. This realization had Malfoy actually opening up to Harry…
“Father was always the one so hell bent on our purity of blood and he would’ve been shocked if he’d known of some of the Christmas traditions that mother and I had.” Malfoy once confided.
Harry leant forward near the bed, listening to the small childish confession.
“Every year she and I would bundle ourselves up in our finest and go to the muggle ballet, she’d take me to see the London performance of the Nutcracker.”
Harry saw the fond smile that crossed Malfoy’s lips and it made him again take notice of the man’s incredible beauty.
“You Malfoy went to a muggle ballet?” Harry said in a slightly incredulous tone. He was trying hard to imagine the stuck up prat rubbing elbows with the commoners so to speak. It had him smiling to himself as Malfoy continued with his story.
“Yeah but don’t you dare tell Weasley or Granger. They’d never let me live it down.” he said with a smirk. “Mother was just amazed at how beautiful the muggles could make it without a single touch of magic. I never really knew the difference, I was just glad to have mother all to myself for once. I’ll miss it this year…”
Harry saw the glow of happiness disappear from the man’s grey eyes and it pained him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. His growing physical attraction to the man made Harry uncomfortable but he still found it hard to ignore his company. The rest of the order accepted Malfoy but you could sense their wariness when he was in the room.
It was only a night or two after Malfoy’s confession to Harry that he found himself entering the man’s room late at night. The near darkness made Harry rethink this hair-brained scheme. He could just barely make out Malfoy’s form as he quietly approached the bed.
“Your attempts at stealth suck Potter”
The sudden noise had Harry jumping slightly in surprise but as Malfoy turned to face him, Harry had to gulp back the sudden wave of uneasiness that overcame him. Malfoy was naked from the waist up and the glow of his pale skin in the moonlight had Harry rethinking his actions.
“Sorry about that…” Harry said as he swallowed around his sudden nervousness.
“So just what are you skulking into my room in the middle of the night?” Malfoy asked in an amused tone.
“I wanted to wait until the others were asleep” he began uncertainly “See, I got a hold of this muggle DVD and I thought you might want to watch it on the television”
Draco looked at him curiously, as he again approached nearer.
“This tolla-vision… isn’t that the big box in the living room that Granger and the girl Weasley watch those people kiss and cry on?”
Harry replied in the affirmative and watched Draco grimace slightly.
“But it doesn’t always have to show those kinds of things! Those are soap operas; it’s a girl thing I guess… I had something different in mind for us.”
He watched as Malfoy got begrudgingly out of the bed and followed him to the living room. Harry popped the tape in and turned the television on.
“Trust me Malfoy, you’ll like this.”
Harry watched as the tape began airing the New York taping of the Nutcracker ballet. His eyes weren’t exactly on the screen, instead preferring to watch Malfoy’s reaction. The other man seemed surprised at first but then he sank down into the sofa, inching just a slight bit closer to Harry. Their fingers were almost touching and Harry had the urge to grasp the blonde’s hand but he ignored the feeling. Instead, he watched the blonde tentatively, hoping he’d react positively to Harry’s surprise.
“I thought maybe you shouldn’t miss out on all your Christmas traditions just because you’re stuck here with us”
He saw the glow within the man’s eyes as he watched the video and Harry knew he’d done something right.
“I’m not stuck here Potter. I chose to come here and I choose to stay. Thank you…”
The last two words were garbled within the emotions welling up in the man’s voice but they still made Harry warm inside. He was warmer still when Malfoy sat closer. Without a word, they let their fingers intertwine as they sat in the dark side by side watching the magical ballet…
Author:
hpfangirl71
Word Count: 903
Rating: PG for this part but will probably get higher
Prompt: Picture Prompt 4 at
slythindor100 NUTCRACKER BALLET and also for THIS PROMPT TABLE
hd_seasons prompt: Traditions
Warning: Angst and UST plus slight Fluffiness Also story will be very AU as well
Disclaimer: JK owns the pretty boys, I just get to play rough with them as long as I put them safely back and make no money off the telling of their exploits.
Author's Notes: This will be a 25 part series written for both groups. I was going to write a sequel to one of my other stories but then I saw the first prompt and this bunny appeared and so far it seems to be getting fed well... This story has totally ignored the events of the 7th bk and changes major events of the 6th book as well. Its not meant for canon accuracy but as a fun, entertaining means of getting the boys together for xmas. Enjoy!! :D
Christmas At War by HPFangirl71
Part 4: Christmas Traditions
It was only a week or so that passed before Malfoy had regained most of his strength. Harry blamed it on Mrs. Weasley stuffing the boy full of everything good to eat within the vicinity and doting on the boy like only a mother could. Surprisingly, Malfoy seemed to be flourishing under her ministrations instead of shying away as Harry would’ve suspected of him. It was Malfoy’s taking to Mrs. Weasley, which had Harry spending copious amounts of his own time in the blonde’s presence.
These hours spent with Malfoy were rather pleasant if Harry had to be completely honest. It seemed the months of war had them both less inclined toward the biting sarcasm of their school days. Instead, they actually found common ground to talk and get to know one another. Sure, he was still a bit obnoxious and spoiled but in recent months, the man had had to face the reality of his situation and reassess his position in life. This realization had Malfoy actually opening up to Harry…
“Father was always the one so hell bent on our purity of blood and he would’ve been shocked if he’d known of some of the Christmas traditions that mother and I had.” Malfoy once confided.
Harry leant forward near the bed, listening to the small childish confession.
“Every year she and I would bundle ourselves up in our finest and go to the muggle ballet, she’d take me to see the London performance of the Nutcracker.”
Harry saw the fond smile that crossed Malfoy’s lips and it made him again take notice of the man’s incredible beauty.
“You Malfoy went to a muggle ballet?” Harry said in a slightly incredulous tone. He was trying hard to imagine the stuck up prat rubbing elbows with the commoners so to speak. It had him smiling to himself as Malfoy continued with his story.
“Yeah but don’t you dare tell Weasley or Granger. They’d never let me live it down.” he said with a smirk. “Mother was just amazed at how beautiful the muggles could make it without a single touch of magic. I never really knew the difference, I was just glad to have mother all to myself for once. I’ll miss it this year…”
Harry saw the glow of happiness disappear from the man’s grey eyes and it pained him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. His growing physical attraction to the man made Harry uncomfortable but he still found it hard to ignore his company. The rest of the order accepted Malfoy but you could sense their wariness when he was in the room.
It was only a night or two after Malfoy’s confession to Harry that he found himself entering the man’s room late at night. The near darkness made Harry rethink this hair-brained scheme. He could just barely make out Malfoy’s form as he quietly approached the bed.
“Your attempts at stealth suck Potter”
The sudden noise had Harry jumping slightly in surprise but as Malfoy turned to face him, Harry had to gulp back the sudden wave of uneasiness that overcame him. Malfoy was naked from the waist up and the glow of his pale skin in the moonlight had Harry rethinking his actions.
“Sorry about that…” Harry said as he swallowed around his sudden nervousness.
“So just what are you skulking into my room in the middle of the night?” Malfoy asked in an amused tone.
“I wanted to wait until the others were asleep” he began uncertainly “See, I got a hold of this muggle DVD and I thought you might want to watch it on the television”
Draco looked at him curiously, as he again approached nearer.
“This tolla-vision… isn’t that the big box in the living room that Granger and the girl Weasley watch those people kiss and cry on?”
Harry replied in the affirmative and watched Draco grimace slightly.
“But it doesn’t always have to show those kinds of things! Those are soap operas; it’s a girl thing I guess… I had something different in mind for us.”
He watched as Malfoy got begrudgingly out of the bed and followed him to the living room. Harry popped the tape in and turned the television on.
“Trust me Malfoy, you’ll like this.”
Harry watched as the tape began airing the New York taping of the Nutcracker ballet. His eyes weren’t exactly on the screen, instead preferring to watch Malfoy’s reaction. The other man seemed surprised at first but then he sank down into the sofa, inching just a slight bit closer to Harry. Their fingers were almost touching and Harry had the urge to grasp the blonde’s hand but he ignored the feeling. Instead, he watched the blonde tentatively, hoping he’d react positively to Harry’s surprise.
“I thought maybe you shouldn’t miss out on all your Christmas traditions just because you’re stuck here with us”
He saw the glow within the man’s eyes as he watched the video and Harry knew he’d done something right.
“I’m not stuck here Potter. I chose to come here and I choose to stay. Thank you…”
The last two words were garbled within the emotions welling up in the man’s voice but they still made Harry warm inside. He was warmer still when Malfoy sat closer. Without a word, they let their fingers intertwine as they sat in the dark side by side watching the magical ballet…