Working for the Holidays - Ten
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alisanneTitle: Working for the Holidays - Ten
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1140
Rating: PG
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dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Trimming or decorating the tree/Christmas carols come to life/Mistletoe/Gift wrapping/Holiday baking/Stockings (holiday or "naughty”!). This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series.
The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine.
Warning(s): None.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Working for the Holidays - Ten
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When they landed, Potter stumbled and Draco automatically steadied him. Their faces ended up being only inches apart. “Thanks,” he said, staring into Draco’s eyes for a long minute as holiday shoppers moved around them.
Draco cleared his throat. “It seems I’m destined to save you from yourself.”
Potter smiled crookedly. “It does seem to be shaping up that way, doesn’t it?” His gaze dipped down to Draco’s mouth for a moment and he his licked his lips. Then, clearly recalling they were in public, he stepped back and looked around. “Where are we?”
Draco swallowed hard. “Diagon Alley.”
“All right.” Potter raised an eyebrow. “Why are we here?”
“There’s something you need to do.” Setting his hand behind Potter’s elbow, Draco steered him towards a certain shop. “This way.”
“We really should be getting back to the office--” Potter’s voice trailed off as Draco directed him into a tiny shop filled with children. “I’ve never seen this place before!”
“It only shows up during the holidays,” said Draco. “This way.”
He led Potter forward, through the displays to the centre, where a jolly-looking figure sat, cheeks bright red, eyes twinkling brightly. “Father Christmas?” Potter whispered. “You brought me to see Father Christmas?”
“Someone needed to.” Draco propelled Potter forward. “The line’s quite short. Go on.”
Potter shook his head. “But this is for little kids! I can’t--”
“Aren’t we all little children at heart?” boomed Father Christmas. Whispering something to the little girl who had been sitting on his lap, he set her on the floor and she scampered off. “Now come along...Harry is it?”
“I am not sitting on his lap,” murmured Potter.
Unable to help himself, Draco laughed. “You don’t have to. Just...tell him.”
Potter frowned. “Tell him what?”
“What you’d like for Christmas.” Draco tilted his head and, leaning in, said, “Tell him all the things you couldn’t when you were a child.”
Potter’s eyes met his and some unnamed emotion flashed in their depths. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Draco hummed. “But he will. You’ll see. Now go on.”
With clear reluctance, Potter approached Father Christmas and, after some urging, bent down and murmured something in the man’s ear. Within a minute one of the store elves brought Potter a chair and he sat, all the while talking softly.
Warmth bloomed in Draco’s chest and, clearing his throat, he turned away to give them some privacy. He’d loved this shop as a child. It was one place during the holidays where children were encouraged to touch and play with everything.
Everywhere he looked there was frenetic activity, yet it wasn’t overwhelming. The store elves had a wrapping station set up in one corner, in another they were baking and pulling biscuits out of the oven to hand out to customers, and in yet another they had miniature holiday displays that looked like Christmas carols come to life. Draco squinted. Is that a partridge in a pear tree?
He shook his head. He had no one to buy for with his parents gone and few friends to speak of. I could get something for Pansy, and maybe even Potter I suppose--
Mind made up, he moved toward a display and, making sure to glance over to where Potter and Father Christmas were still in deep conversation, purchased some small gifts. Slipping the packages into his pocket, he moved towards the corner with the Christmas trees. It had been his favourite as child.
At home, the trees had always been professionally done. He hadn’t even been allowed to decorate the one in his room. Draco smiled. But in the shop, children decorated all the trees, and as he watched, kids were picking up random ornaments and running up to the trees, putting them on. He edged closer.
“Mister?”
Looking down, he saw the little girl who had been on Father Christmas’ lap earlier. She was holding an ornament. “Yes?”
“Will you hang this for me, please?”
Draco smiled. “Of course.” Reaching out, he took it. “Where would you like it?”
She pointed.
“Excellent choice,” he praised, securing the ornament on the branch she’d indicated. They both stepped back to admire it.
“Nicely done,” someone said behind them.
Draco spun to see Potter standing there. He raised an eyebrow. “All done with Father Christmas?” he asked as the little girl wandered off.
“Yes.” Potter smiled. “I’m not sure how you knew I needed to come here, Malfoy, but...thanks for bringing me. It was eye-opening.”
Draco nodded. “I’m glad,” he said around an odd tightness in his throat. “Now I suppose we should get back--”
Potter’s smile widened. “All right. But before we go, I think we need to do some decorating, don’t you?”
Slowly, Draco smiled back. “I could be persuaded.”
The next few minutes were fun as they dug through the collection of ornaments and hung random ones on the tree. “Here,” Potter said, grinning as he handed Draco a stocking-shaped one. On it was written ‘nice’ but as soon as Draco touched it, the wording changed to ‘naughty’. “Just as I suspected,” Potter said, laughter in his voice.
Draco smirked. “Did you now?” Winking, he hung it up. “That’s only if you’re very lucky.”
Potter blushed and, pleased with himself, Draco continued hanging ornaments.
The mistletoe ornament when it appeared proved interesting. Potter tried to put it on the tree but it kept floating out of his hand to hover over his head. Finally, huffing, Draco brazenly moved in, placing a light kiss on Potter’s mouth. The ornament then behaved, floating back down onto the tree. Meanwhile, Potter was staring at Draco, eyes wide.
Draco bit his lip. Maybe I misread him? He drew back. “I apologise if I made you uncomfortable--”
Potter reached for Draco, drawing him close. “Not at all,” he whispered. “I’m very comfortable with the thought of kissing you.”
Draco relaxed, his lips curving into a smile. “Well then, anything for your comfort, Potter.” And, pressing close, sealed their mouths together once more.
It was someone clearing their throat that got them to separate. Potter looked gorgeously flushed and a tad embarrassed, Draco simply felt irritated at the interruption. “What?” he snapped.
“We is a family shop,” said one of the shop elves, wringing its hands. “You cannot...the children--”
Potter coughed. “We really should be going anyway.”
Draco huffed.
Potter chuckled under his breath. “I know we have to return to the office, but...have dinner with me tonight?”
“Oh, Potter,” Draco murmured. “We’ll be having a lot more than just dinner tonight.” And, taking Potter’s hand, Draco led him out of the shop.
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1140
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's 2013 Christmas Challenge. Prompts: Trimming or decorating the tree/Christmas carols come to life/Mistletoe/Gift wrapping/Holiday baking/Stockings (holiday or "naughty”!). This is the next in my Working for the Holidays Series. The other parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine.
Warning(s): None.
Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Working for the Holidays - Ten
~
When they landed, Potter stumbled and Draco automatically steadied him. Their faces ended up being only inches apart. “Thanks,” he said, staring into Draco’s eyes for a long minute as holiday shoppers moved around them.
Draco cleared his throat. “It seems I’m destined to save you from yourself.”
Potter smiled crookedly. “It does seem to be shaping up that way, doesn’t it?” His gaze dipped down to Draco’s mouth for a moment and he his licked his lips. Then, clearly recalling they were in public, he stepped back and looked around. “Where are we?”
Draco swallowed hard. “Diagon Alley.”
“All right.” Potter raised an eyebrow. “Why are we here?”
“There’s something you need to do.” Setting his hand behind Potter’s elbow, Draco steered him towards a certain shop. “This way.”
“We really should be getting back to the office--” Potter’s voice trailed off as Draco directed him into a tiny shop filled with children. “I’ve never seen this place before!”
“It only shows up during the holidays,” said Draco. “This way.”
He led Potter forward, through the displays to the centre, where a jolly-looking figure sat, cheeks bright red, eyes twinkling brightly. “Father Christmas?” Potter whispered. “You brought me to see Father Christmas?”
“Someone needed to.” Draco propelled Potter forward. “The line’s quite short. Go on.”
Potter shook his head. “But this is for little kids! I can’t--”
“Aren’t we all little children at heart?” boomed Father Christmas. Whispering something to the little girl who had been sitting on his lap, he set her on the floor and she scampered off. “Now come along...Harry is it?”
“I am not sitting on his lap,” murmured Potter.
Unable to help himself, Draco laughed. “You don’t have to. Just...tell him.”
Potter frowned. “Tell him what?”
“What you’d like for Christmas.” Draco tilted his head and, leaning in, said, “Tell him all the things you couldn’t when you were a child.”
Potter’s eyes met his and some unnamed emotion flashed in their depths. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Draco hummed. “But he will. You’ll see. Now go on.”
With clear reluctance, Potter approached Father Christmas and, after some urging, bent down and murmured something in the man’s ear. Within a minute one of the store elves brought Potter a chair and he sat, all the while talking softly.
Warmth bloomed in Draco’s chest and, clearing his throat, he turned away to give them some privacy. He’d loved this shop as a child. It was one place during the holidays where children were encouraged to touch and play with everything.
Everywhere he looked there was frenetic activity, yet it wasn’t overwhelming. The store elves had a wrapping station set up in one corner, in another they were baking and pulling biscuits out of the oven to hand out to customers, and in yet another they had miniature holiday displays that looked like Christmas carols come to life. Draco squinted. Is that a partridge in a pear tree?
He shook his head. He had no one to buy for with his parents gone and few friends to speak of. I could get something for Pansy, and maybe even Potter I suppose--
Mind made up, he moved toward a display and, making sure to glance over to where Potter and Father Christmas were still in deep conversation, purchased some small gifts. Slipping the packages into his pocket, he moved towards the corner with the Christmas trees. It had been his favourite as child.
At home, the trees had always been professionally done. He hadn’t even been allowed to decorate the one in his room. Draco smiled. But in the shop, children decorated all the trees, and as he watched, kids were picking up random ornaments and running up to the trees, putting them on. He edged closer.
“Mister?”
Looking down, he saw the little girl who had been on Father Christmas’ lap earlier. She was holding an ornament. “Yes?”
“Will you hang this for me, please?”
Draco smiled. “Of course.” Reaching out, he took it. “Where would you like it?”
She pointed.
“Excellent choice,” he praised, securing the ornament on the branch she’d indicated. They both stepped back to admire it.
“Nicely done,” someone said behind them.
Draco spun to see Potter standing there. He raised an eyebrow. “All done with Father Christmas?” he asked as the little girl wandered off.
“Yes.” Potter smiled. “I’m not sure how you knew I needed to come here, Malfoy, but...thanks for bringing me. It was eye-opening.”
Draco nodded. “I’m glad,” he said around an odd tightness in his throat. “Now I suppose we should get back--”
Potter’s smile widened. “All right. But before we go, I think we need to do some decorating, don’t you?”
Slowly, Draco smiled back. “I could be persuaded.”
The next few minutes were fun as they dug through the collection of ornaments and hung random ones on the tree. “Here,” Potter said, grinning as he handed Draco a stocking-shaped one. On it was written ‘nice’ but as soon as Draco touched it, the wording changed to ‘naughty’. “Just as I suspected,” Potter said, laughter in his voice.
Draco smirked. “Did you now?” Winking, he hung it up. “That’s only if you’re very lucky.”
Potter blushed and, pleased with himself, Draco continued hanging ornaments.
The mistletoe ornament when it appeared proved interesting. Potter tried to put it on the tree but it kept floating out of his hand to hover over his head. Finally, huffing, Draco brazenly moved in, placing a light kiss on Potter’s mouth. The ornament then behaved, floating back down onto the tree. Meanwhile, Potter was staring at Draco, eyes wide.
Draco bit his lip. Maybe I misread him? He drew back. “I apologise if I made you uncomfortable--”
Potter reached for Draco, drawing him close. “Not at all,” he whispered. “I’m very comfortable with the thought of kissing you.”
Draco relaxed, his lips curving into a smile. “Well then, anything for your comfort, Potter.” And, pressing close, sealed their mouths together once more.
It was someone clearing their throat that got them to separate. Potter looked gorgeously flushed and a tad embarrassed, Draco simply felt irritated at the interruption. “What?” he snapped.
“We is a family shop,” said one of the shop elves, wringing its hands. “You cannot...the children--”
Potter coughed. “We really should be going anyway.”
Draco huffed.
Potter chuckled under his breath. “I know we have to return to the office, but...have dinner with me tonight?”
“Oh, Potter,” Draco murmured. “We’ll be having a lot more than just dinner tonight.” And, taking Potter’s hand, Draco led him out of the shop.
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Date: 2014-01-13 03:09 am (UTC)