All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - Wonderful Christmastime
Title: Wonderful Christmastime
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 634
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Hermione (eventual H/D)
Rating: G (I know, I know)
Warning: Oblivious boys and all-knowing girls.
Summary: Harry and Hermione chat about a certain Slytherin.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 3 - Blazing fire, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Warmed spiced brandy. Part three of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
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Part One
"Good gracious, Harry. It’s freezing in here. Incendio!" Flames rose at once in Harry’s brick fireplace, and Hermione tucked her wand away as she sat on the plush sofa. "That’s better. Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Harry moved over to his small bar cart in the corner of the room, fixing up some hot toddies for them in order to more quickly drive away the chill he felt from so recently being outside. Or possibly it was an attempt to delay the inevitable conversation. Or both. It was hard to say. He carefully stirred some honey into the warm water and brandy mixture, his back to the rest of the room.
"Would you like yours with cinnamon, or cloves?" He heard a long-suffering sigh from the direction of the couch behind him.
"Cinnamon, please, and don’t think a bit of alcohol will distract me. I’m not that easy."
Dropping a cinnamon stick in each glass, Harry chuckled and turned around. "Don’t worry, that’s definitely not a word I’d ever use to describe you, Mione."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she took her drink from Harry. "Oh, do stop stalling and spit it out already." Harry sat on a chair facing her seat and looked down at the steam rising from his drink. Her next words were much more gentle. "I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong."
Harry looked at her concerned face and sighed. "That’s just it, nothing’s wrong exactly. I just..." He trailed off, thinking of something Hermione had said in their fifth year. Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have. "I don’t really understand what I’m feeling, to be honest."
He took a bracing sip of his drink as Hermione studied him. After a mere few seconds, he swore he could actually see the light bulb switch on as her whole face lit up.
"This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain Slytherin we know, would it?" He groaned. It was both comforting and extremely frightening how well Hermione could read him.
"I invited him to come see the lights with Teddy and I on Saturday. He wrote back this morning saying he’d be delighted. I don’t know if that was meant to be sarcastic or not." He snorted. "What am I saying? Of course it was sarcastic."
Hermione hummed knowingly into her glass, and Harry huffed, suddenly feeling annoyed. "What, you don’t think so?"
"I think that Draco Malfoy would not agree to walk around in the snow looking at muggle Christmas lights with you if he didn’t want to." She took a long sip of her drink before continuing, "I also think that while he still has a sarcastic streak a kilometer wide, he’s definitely changed a great deal these past three years. For the better."
Harry had to admit this was true. Draco was still a pompous prat at times (mostly to Harry), but even then it didn’t feel the same as it did when they were at Hogwarts. If Harry didn’t know any better, he’d almost call it teasing, the way Draco acted towards him now. And he truly was amazing with Teddy. Speaking of which…
"I’m sure the only reason he agreed to come is to spend time with Teddy, not me. They’re practically attached at the hip." He was not jealous, really.
"Oh please, don’t act like you don’t know you’re that little boy’s favorite person, Hawwy."
Harry took another sip from his glass, feeling a bit smug until he glanced back at Hermione. She was smirking at him. "I have to say, the three of you are very cute together."
Harry choked and warm brandy shot from his nose. Hermione’s laughter rang through the house.
TBC...
Part Four
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 634
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Hermione (eventual H/D)
Rating: G (I know, I know)
Warning: Oblivious boys and all-knowing girls.
Summary: Harry and Hermione chat about a certain Slytherin.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 3 - Blazing fire, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Warmed spiced brandy. Part three of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
Read on AO3
Part One
"Good gracious, Harry. It’s freezing in here. Incendio!" Flames rose at once in Harry’s brick fireplace, and Hermione tucked her wand away as she sat on the plush sofa. "That’s better. Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Harry moved over to his small bar cart in the corner of the room, fixing up some hot toddies for them in order to more quickly drive away the chill he felt from so recently being outside. Or possibly it was an attempt to delay the inevitable conversation. Or both. It was hard to say. He carefully stirred some honey into the warm water and brandy mixture, his back to the rest of the room.
"Would you like yours with cinnamon, or cloves?" He heard a long-suffering sigh from the direction of the couch behind him.
"Cinnamon, please, and don’t think a bit of alcohol will distract me. I’m not that easy."
Dropping a cinnamon stick in each glass, Harry chuckled and turned around. "Don’t worry, that’s definitely not a word I’d ever use to describe you, Mione."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she took her drink from Harry. "Oh, do stop stalling and spit it out already." Harry sat on a chair facing her seat and looked down at the steam rising from his drink. Her next words were much more gentle. "I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong."
Harry looked at her concerned face and sighed. "That’s just it, nothing’s wrong exactly. I just..." He trailed off, thinking of something Hermione had said in their fifth year. Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have. "I don’t really understand what I’m feeling, to be honest."
He took a bracing sip of his drink as Hermione studied him. After a mere few seconds, he swore he could actually see the light bulb switch on as her whole face lit up.
"This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain Slytherin we know, would it?" He groaned. It was both comforting and extremely frightening how well Hermione could read him.
"I invited him to come see the lights with Teddy and I on Saturday. He wrote back this morning saying he’d be delighted. I don’t know if that was meant to be sarcastic or not." He snorted. "What am I saying? Of course it was sarcastic."
Hermione hummed knowingly into her glass, and Harry huffed, suddenly feeling annoyed. "What, you don’t think so?"
"I think that Draco Malfoy would not agree to walk around in the snow looking at muggle Christmas lights with you if he didn’t want to." She took a long sip of her drink before continuing, "I also think that while he still has a sarcastic streak a kilometer wide, he’s definitely changed a great deal these past three years. For the better."
Harry had to admit this was true. Draco was still a pompous prat at times (mostly to Harry), but even then it didn’t feel the same as it did when they were at Hogwarts. If Harry didn’t know any better, he’d almost call it teasing, the way Draco acted towards him now. And he truly was amazing with Teddy. Speaking of which…
"I’m sure the only reason he agreed to come is to spend time with Teddy, not me. They’re practically attached at the hip." He was not jealous, really.
"Oh please, don’t act like you don’t know you’re that little boy’s favorite person, Hawwy."
Harry took another sip from his glass, feeling a bit smug until he glanced back at Hermione. She was smirking at him. "I have to say, the three of you are very cute together."
Harry choked and warm brandy shot from his nose. Hermione’s laughter rang through the house.
TBC...
Part Four