DEC 08, DEC 09, Harry Potter, (2/6) Title: More than a Legend Prompt: Christmas Tree and Father Christmas' Lap Author:roma_fics Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Harry/Draco Rating: R Word total: 800 Warning(s): Summary: Harry volunteers to be Father Christmas, without truly understanding what it entails. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work. Beta: The most awesome eeyore9990
More than a Legend Part 2
The Polyjuice Potion tasted different. A hint of cool peppermint overshadowed the usual vile flavour. He gulped it down; it tingled along his throat. Draco stood in front of him, his head tilting to the side as his eyes narrowed. Harry was expecting to feel the physical anomaly of transformation, but there wasn't any. Instead, an emotion he never remembered having radiated throughout his body. It was pure joy. He brought his fingers to his face, it felt the same at first, but then a short beard and moustache grew. Draco was looking perplexed.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "Didn't it work?"
Draco reached out with his hand. Hesitantly, his fingertips touched Harry's cheek and then stroked the new beard. "You—you're glowing and your robes changed."
Harry laughed; it didn't sound the same. It was deep and generous. "I have an aura?" he asked and then walked over to a large silver framed mirror by their wardrobe. "Green? I like it, but I don't see any glowing," he said.
Draco stepped next to him and shook his head. "No, Harry, I mean you—you're glowing like happy glowing."
"I am happy, Draco," Harry said and pulled Draco into his arms and kissed him. "It's Christmas time," he whispered. "Now where's your costume?"
"You look wonderful," Draco said, not taking his eyes off Harry.
Harry winked at him and then looked back in the mirror. What had been old, red velvet robes looked brand new in the forest green hue. The boots were shining, unlike moments before. Sprigs of holly suddenly appeared on the white fur trim of his hood. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wand. He waved it; sparkles of gold and silver emerged. "Where's the sack of presents?" Harry asked.
"The Headmistress said she would have it waiting by the tree in the Great Hall. Where the kids will be sitting on your lap."
Harry frowned. "No, Draco, I mean my sack. It must be here somewhere. A good elf would know where it was. Go drink your potion."
For the first time, Draco look worried. He slowly walked backwards, looking at Harry until he reached the bedside table and the goblet waiting for him. It was bubbling and releasing spirals of steam. "Wait!" Harry ordered as Draco was about to take his first sip. Harry walked over and waved his wand over the concoction. Green and red sparkles dropped into the potion, cooling the liquid. "Now," Harry said.
Draco took a taste and grinned. "Spearmint," he said and then drained the cup. He stumbled. Harry took the cup away from Draco, setting in on the table. He placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and rubbed his collarbone with his thumbs.
"Gorgeous," Harry said as Draco's clothes slid off his body, wilting to the floor. "Open your eyes, Draco, look."
Draco, as if in a daze, spun on his heel. His eyes widened. His fingers rose to his ears, touching the points. Harry's fingers drifted down his bare chest, mapping the small changes to memory. "Am I an elf?" Draco asked as he stared at his reflection, noticing differences. He limbs longer, his body free from scars and marks. "This isn't what I was supposed to be."
Harry nodded. "Partially, Draco. We can talk later; the children are waiting. Where is my sack?"
"I—I'll get it," Draco said, walking over to the wardrobe and opening its double doors. He withdrew a simple pure white tunic, slipped it on, and tied a gold rope around his waist. He bent over, searching the bottom of the wardrobe with his hand. A soft whimper emerged as Harry's hand stroked his raised bum.
"I'm not sure Father Christmas should be doing those things," Draco said, grinning as he stood up and handed Harry a small moleskin pouch.
"Just spreading joy, Draco," Harry responded and then pointed his wand at the sack. It enlarged before them and soon was filled brightly wrapped packages. Harry glanced at the one on top, smiled, and then removed it, setting it under the Christmas tree. "It's for you, and oh my, you've been naughty. Oh wait, I think that means you'll be getting naughty."
Draco maneuvered towards the gift; Harry shook his head. "Not until the children are all snug in their beds."
"Shall we go then?" Draco said with a pout and opened the bedroom door.
Harry lifted the bag, tossing it over his shoulder. His other hand reached into his pocket, withdrawing a peppermint stick. "Would you like one?" he asked Draco. "Apparently, I have many to share."
Draco shook his head. "This is fun, Potter, but I'll be glad when it wears off."
Harry smiled to himself as he watched Draco prance in front of him down the high stone hallway. The tunic was quite a nice look on Draco.