Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Draco Christmas
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1000
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry has a Christmas wish.
Warnings: LOL! I should warn, I should. But I won't.
Note: Advent drabble #1. Written for dysonrules. Her prompt was — please.

Also written for slythindor100's Special Holiday Challenge, which was a photo of a Christmas tree.

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Draco Christmas


Woken up by a loud commotion and whispering voices, Harry shot out of bed, completely disoriented for a moment. The bed was cold, with no sign of Draco, and the sound of children's voices in the distance echoed in the quiet night. Harry reached for his dressing gown to hide his nakedness, and grabbed his wand, feeling very worried. This was the first Christmas Draco and he were able to keep all their children with them; it would have been catastrophic if something dreadful happened.

Harry rushed out of the room and found four children gathered near the foot of the stairs, peering into the living room, gasping, giggling, and pointing excitedly.

Relieved to see that they were all right, Harry sneaked closer, wanting to know what had caused this uproar. He gasped, amazed, when he spotted a real, live Santa Claus arranging presents underneath the fairy-lit Christmas tree. Artificial snowflakes were falling down from the tree's branches as the Santa moved around awkwardly, taking out the presents from his large sack.

Harry was all set to use his wand, but then a blond lock of hair peeked from beneath the Santa's hat, and Harry realised he had just found his missing lover.

Bemused, Harry almost jumped when Scorpius addressed him.

"Harry, look! It's Santa! He is real." Scorpius gave Lily a nasty I-told-you-so sort of look.

"Shhhh!" Harry whispered, ushering the kids upstairs. "You can't let him know you've seen him. He might get mad and take away the presents." The children gasped as one and quickly stopped looking. "Come on, back to bed," Harry instructed firmly, and the kids rushed up, clearly worried they might lose their precious presents.

Waiting for the last door to shut close, Harry grinned and stepped into the living room.

"Draco?" he asked tentatively, unable to hide wonder in his voice.

The Santa looked around, his grey eyes wide. "Draco? I'm Santa Claus, obviously. Are you daft, Potter? Look at my belly!"

Harry bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. He refrained from pointing out that Santa wouldn't call him Potter, or generally acted so defensive. He did, however, look at Draco's large belly that completed the red outfit together with the long, white beard. Surprisingly, Draco made a convincing Santa.

"It's okay. They're gone. I've sent them back to bed," Harry soothed.

Draco moved towards the door (with some difficulty due to his constraining clothes) and peered up the stairs.

"They saw me, right?" he asked, pulling his beard lower to grin widely at Harry.

Harry nodded, staring at Draco with keen interest. It was terribly strange to see Draco dressed like this.

"What are you doing?" Harry dared to ask.

Draco shrugged. "Lily didn't believe Scorpius that Santa Claus was real. And my son must always be right."

Narrowing his eyes, Harry came closer, examining Draco's red coat. "And why exactly does Scorpius believe that Santa is real?"

"I don't know. Astoria's nonsense, I believe. She spoils that kid and tells him crazy stories." Draco nodded, red-cheeked and avoiding eye contact.

Harry smiled as something warm settled in his stomach at seeing Draco acting so silly for his son's sake. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, leaning in for a kiss. They kissed for a while, unhurriedly but eagerly, as Draco hummed in approval.

"You're so fluffy and soft," Harry laughed breathlessly after they had separated. The fake, round belly was a strange obstacle between them.

"I'll go change," Draco grumbled.

However, Harry kept his hands where they were, not letting Draco leave. "I can help you change," he suggested in a low voice.

"I can change myself." Draco blinked, confused.

"Well, yes, but, um, I want to help ..." Harry insisted, feeling his cheeks heat up. But damn it all, Draco looked fabulous in that red coat.

Draco must have realised where Harry's mind had gone because he spluttered and stepped away quickly. "You're joking!" he gasped. "Santa makes you randy?" he asked, whispering, as though afraid that the real Santa might hear this blasphemy.

"It does now," Harry mumbled, embarrassed. "Just keep the outfit on for a little bit?" he begged. "Please?"

Draco shook his head, incredulous, the fluffy top of his hat bouncing around, making him look positively adorable. Harry had to calm his rapidly beating heart by looking down, which hadn't helped at all — Draco's large, leather belt and shiny boots were very intriguing as well. As were the golden buttons that decorated the coat.

"You kinky little ..." Draco was gasping, looking down at himself and then looking up at Harry as though trying to figure out what Harry found so attractive.

Harry looked at his feet, feeling miserable and kinkier by the second. However, he did not take his request back.

After a few moments of spluttering, Draco sighed exasperatedly. "What will I do with you? Can I at least get rid of the belly?"

Harry didn't raise his head, but instead, shuffled his feet.

Cursing most inappropriately, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him towards the stairs.

"Fine. Come on, you strange man with even stranger issues." He sighed again, grabbing Harry's hips and ushering him to walk in front of him.

Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco's face, relieved to see that Draco looked amused and possibly a little excited.

"Do I get a present?" Harry asked happily.

"We'll see," Draco mused, and then smiled devilishly. "I might give you a present, but first, you'll have to sit in my lap and convince me you're a good boy."

"Oh I'm very good," Harry bragged, all but running towards their bedroom, planning to do all sorts of naughty things to his very own Santa.

As they entered their bedroom and shut the door, Draco laughed uproariously, "Ho, ho, ho! This will be a Merry Christmas!"

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Fin

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