All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Title: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 938
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG
Warning: Ron! Not actually a warning, but then neither were the previous ones.
Summary: Harry meets Ron for lunch and somehow they end up talking about Draco.
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 11 - Christmas cracker, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Christmas overload (everywhere). Part eleven 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
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was jam-packed with rowdy customers, as per usual. Harry met Ron for lunch at least twice a week, and the closer it got to Christmas, the more people seemed to be cramming themselves into the shop each day. He was very happy for his friends’ business, but couldn’t help feeling sorry for his sore, trodden-on feet.
Of course, it didn’t help matters that Ron and George had perhaps gone a bit overboard with the Christmas decorations. All of the shelves and display tables had been spelled to continuously flash between red and green, and life-size portraits of Father Christmas were beaming down from every wall, randomly calling out, "Ho ho ho!" in booming voices. There were strands of garland with large red bows hanging from the rafters, gold paper airplanes zooming around everyone’s heads and belting out Christmas songs, and a tree covered in tinsel and taller than Harry in a stand next to the till. It was extremely chaotic and fun, which, Harry had to concede, had always been George’s style.
Stepping around a little witch who was muttering to herself while looking at the twinkling display of Patented Daydream Charms, Harry spotted Ron hurriedly restocking the Skiving Snackboxes in the next aisle. He glanced over and smiled when Harry came up next to him.
"Hey, Harry. Is it time for lunch then?" Harry nodded. "Thank Merlin. I’ve been running myself ragged all morning. We can’t seem to keep these on the bloody shelves. Kids are all on holiday, all wanting to stock up for when they go back to Hogwarts next term." He wiped his brow as he unloaded the last box. "Let’s get going then, yeah? I’m so hungry I think I could eat two Hippogriffs."
Harry clapped his friend on the shoulder as they walked to the back room to grab Ron’s coat. He choose not say anything when he noticed that the Snackbox shelf was empty once more on their way out the door a minute later.
Normally Harry enjoyed sitting outside on the little patio when they ate at the Vipertooth Cafe, but it was much too cold for that now. Inside was lovely and warm, with little red and green candles floating above each table and a roaring fire lit in the hearth on the far wall. Sprigs of holly sat in glasses on the tables, and Harry couldn’t help but smile thinking about the differences in decoration between the cafe and his friends' shop.
Once they had their lunches, they choose a seat right next to the window, and Harry sat watching the many shoppers walking up and down Diagon Alley through the snow for a few minutes before Ron caught his attention.
"Are you feeling alright, mate? You’re very quiet today."
Harry bit his lip as he debated whether or not to tell Ron what was on his mind. He didn’t know if his friend would really understand. Hell, Harry still didn’t understand what was going on, or how he felt about any of it. Ron raised his eyebrows at him, and he sighed.
"I’m fine. I’m really good, actually. You know I love this time of year, and getting to spend so much time with Teddy. It’s been great. I just..." He didn’t quite know how to say, 'Draco’s being extremely nice to me lately and it’s freaking me out,' without sounding ridiculous. As much as her teasing on this subject bothered him, he almost wished Hermione was here for this conversation. At least then he wouldn’t have to spell it out.
Ron just took a bite of his sandwich and gave him a blank look. Yeah, he was definitely going to have to spell it out.
"A lot of the time when I’m with Teddy, Draco ends up being there too."
Ron inexplicably perked up at this. "Oh, that reminds me! He’s coming tomorrow, right? Don’t let me forget to buy a pack of Christmas crackers when we leave. Ginny wants to put everyone’s names inside them for the Secret Santa. I don’t see why we can’t just pull names out of a hat like last year, but she reckons this is more festive." He rolled his eyes as he took another bite of his food.
"Er, yeah, Draco will be there tomorrow." Harry smiled as he looked down at his tea cup, remembering their conversation the other night in Draco’s kitchen. "It should be interesting actually. Apparently he didn’t know Neville and Parkinson are seeing each other. He didn’t seem too happy with her when I accidentally told him about it." He chuckled. "And yesterday at the manor he said not to tell her he’s coming. I think he wants to get her back for keeping it from him."
Ron was studying him over the top of his sandwich when Harry looked back up at him. He tilted his head with a little hum, and Harry knew he was blushing. He suddenly got the feeling that Ron might understand more than he’d given him credit for.
"Hmm, what?" Ron’s eyebrows lifted once more and he went back to his meal with a shake of his head.
A flash of irritation raced through Harry. "Draco and I both spend a lot of time with Teddy. We’re bound to run into each other more often because of that." He laughed, but it sounded a bit hysterical, even to his own ears. "It’s not like I want to see him all the time." It wasn’t, of course not.
Ron, to his credit, just nodded solemnly into his roast beef. "Sure mate, of course. Whatever you say."
TBC...
Part Twelve
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 938
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG
Warning: Ron! Not actually a warning, but then neither were the previous ones.
Summary: Harry meets Ron for lunch and somehow they end up talking about Draco.
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 11 - Christmas cracker, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Christmas overload (everywhere). Part eleven 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
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was jam-packed with rowdy customers, as per usual. Harry met Ron for lunch at least twice a week, and the closer it got to Christmas, the more people seemed to be cramming themselves into the shop each day. He was very happy for his friends’ business, but couldn’t help feeling sorry for his sore, trodden-on feet.
Of course, it didn’t help matters that Ron and George had perhaps gone a bit overboard with the Christmas decorations. All of the shelves and display tables had been spelled to continuously flash between red and green, and life-size portraits of Father Christmas were beaming down from every wall, randomly calling out, "Ho ho ho!" in booming voices. There were strands of garland with large red bows hanging from the rafters, gold paper airplanes zooming around everyone’s heads and belting out Christmas songs, and a tree covered in tinsel and taller than Harry in a stand next to the till. It was extremely chaotic and fun, which, Harry had to concede, had always been George’s style.
Stepping around a little witch who was muttering to herself while looking at the twinkling display of Patented Daydream Charms, Harry spotted Ron hurriedly restocking the Skiving Snackboxes in the next aisle. He glanced over and smiled when Harry came up next to him.
"Hey, Harry. Is it time for lunch then?" Harry nodded. "Thank Merlin. I’ve been running myself ragged all morning. We can’t seem to keep these on the bloody shelves. Kids are all on holiday, all wanting to stock up for when they go back to Hogwarts next term." He wiped his brow as he unloaded the last box. "Let’s get going then, yeah? I’m so hungry I think I could eat two Hippogriffs."
Harry clapped his friend on the shoulder as they walked to the back room to grab Ron’s coat. He choose not say anything when he noticed that the Snackbox shelf was empty once more on their way out the door a minute later.
Normally Harry enjoyed sitting outside on the little patio when they ate at the Vipertooth Cafe, but it was much too cold for that now. Inside was lovely and warm, with little red and green candles floating above each table and a roaring fire lit in the hearth on the far wall. Sprigs of holly sat in glasses on the tables, and Harry couldn’t help but smile thinking about the differences in decoration between the cafe and his friends' shop.
Once they had their lunches, they choose a seat right next to the window, and Harry sat watching the many shoppers walking up and down Diagon Alley through the snow for a few minutes before Ron caught his attention.
"Are you feeling alright, mate? You’re very quiet today."
Harry bit his lip as he debated whether or not to tell Ron what was on his mind. He didn’t know if his friend would really understand. Hell, Harry still didn’t understand what was going on, or how he felt about any of it. Ron raised his eyebrows at him, and he sighed.
"I’m fine. I’m really good, actually. You know I love this time of year, and getting to spend so much time with Teddy. It’s been great. I just..." He didn’t quite know how to say, 'Draco’s being extremely nice to me lately and it’s freaking me out,' without sounding ridiculous. As much as her teasing on this subject bothered him, he almost wished Hermione was here for this conversation. At least then he wouldn’t have to spell it out.
Ron just took a bite of his sandwich and gave him a blank look. Yeah, he was definitely going to have to spell it out.
"A lot of the time when I’m with Teddy, Draco ends up being there too."
Ron inexplicably perked up at this. "Oh, that reminds me! He’s coming tomorrow, right? Don’t let me forget to buy a pack of Christmas crackers when we leave. Ginny wants to put everyone’s names inside them for the Secret Santa. I don’t see why we can’t just pull names out of a hat like last year, but she reckons this is more festive." He rolled his eyes as he took another bite of his food.
"Er, yeah, Draco will be there tomorrow." Harry smiled as he looked down at his tea cup, remembering their conversation the other night in Draco’s kitchen. "It should be interesting actually. Apparently he didn’t know Neville and Parkinson are seeing each other. He didn’t seem too happy with her when I accidentally told him about it." He chuckled. "And yesterday at the manor he said not to tell her he’s coming. I think he wants to get her back for keeping it from him."
Ron was studying him over the top of his sandwich when Harry looked back up at him. He tilted his head with a little hum, and Harry knew he was blushing. He suddenly got the feeling that Ron might understand more than he’d given him credit for.
"Hmm, what?" Ron’s eyebrows lifted once more and he went back to his meal with a shake of his head.
A flash of irritation raced through Harry. "Draco and I both spend a lot of time with Teddy. We’re bound to run into each other more often because of that." He laughed, but it sounded a bit hysterical, even to his own ears. "It’s not like I want to see him all the time." It wasn’t, of course not.
Ron, to his credit, just nodded solemnly into his roast beef. "Sure mate, of course. Whatever you say."
TBC...
Part Twelve