Drabble: Proper Preparations
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alisanneTitle: Proper Preparations
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, OC.
Written fordracoharry100's challenge: Santa Claus, and for ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
slythindor100's special Holiday challenge: picture 4
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:angela_snape
Authors Notes: Slightly less fluffy than I have been lately? ;)
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Proper Preparations
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“When’s Santa coming?” James asked, leaning over to peer up into the chimney.
“He only comes after good boys go to bed, remember?” Draco said patiently.
James' eyes widened.
“Bed?” Harry offered.
James nodded, practically running upstairs. After his fathers reassured him that they would remember to leave cookies and milk for Santa, they returned downstairs, placed gifts under the tree, loaded the stockings, and collapsed.
“Whew!” Harry said. “Guess we're ready.”
Draco smirked. Straddling Harry, he murmured, “We've assured Santa's arrival, perhaps it's time we come. After all, when the good boys are asleep, the bad boys can play.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, OC.
Written for
dracoharry100's challenge: Santa Claus, and for slythindor100's special Holiday challenge: picture 4Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:
angela_snapeAuthors Notes: Slightly less fluffy than I have been lately? ;)
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Proper Preparations
~
“When’s Santa coming?” James asked, leaning over to peer up into the chimney.
“He only comes after good boys go to bed, remember?” Draco said patiently.
James' eyes widened.
“Bed?” Harry offered.
James nodded, practically running upstairs. After his fathers reassured him that they would remember to leave cookies and milk for Santa, they returned downstairs, placed gifts under the tree, loaded the stockings, and collapsed.
“Whew!” Harry said. “Guess we're ready.”
Draco smirked. Straddling Harry, he murmured, “We've assured Santa's arrival, perhaps it's time we come. After all, when the good boys are asleep, the bad boys can play.”
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