|deirdre_aithne (deirdre_aithne) wrote in adventdrabbles,|
@ 2016-12-05 10:19:00
|Entry tags:||contributor: deirdre_aithne, dec05, fandom: harry potter, prompt05, year: 2016|
Dec. 5th, Harry Potter, Neville & Harry, Frosting Cookies
Title: Frosting Cookies
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Neville & Harry (gen at the moment)
Total Word Count: 342
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any characters, settings, locations, etc. from Harry Potter. All borrowed aspects of the above fandom are used purely for entertainment in a fanwork, and will be returned to their proper fandom and owners scratch, dent, and injury-free.
Notes: Unbeta'd. Part 5 of Making Christmas series, read Part 4 here, or start at Part 1 here.
Harry's laugh rang out bright and clear from the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, and Neville smiled as he followed Kreacher towards it. He had hoped to catch Harry alone, but from the sound of things, he was babysitting Teddy and that was fine, too.
"A guest, Master Potter," Kreacher announced as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
Neville flashed a grin when Harry looked up at him, the smile that lit up his face sending a rush through him.
"Nebble! Nebble!" Bouncing in his seat, Teddy's hair turned turquoise for a moment as he smacked his hands excitedly on the table, rattling the dishes in front of him. With a laugh, Neville stepped further into the room as Harry waved for him to join them.
"Hullo, Teddy. Making cookies, are you?" he asked as he looked at the mess on the table. Several bowls of colourful frosting were arranged in front of Teddy, with smears of the stuff all over the table around him as well. Teddy nodded happily before making a grab for one of the undecorated cookies in front of Harry.
"He's quite the artist, as you can see," Harry said with a gesture at the plate of finished cookies. They were messy and and a bit out of the ordinary, but Teddy seemed quite proud of his work, even pausing in his decorating to puff up his chest with a grin when Neville agreed.
As Teddy's attention returned to the cookies, Neville's shifted to Harry, his smile turning almost shy as their eyes met. All of the carefully rehearsed words died on his tongue, the nerves finally catching back up to him now that the opportunity was in front of him, and he cleared his throat quietly as he struggled to find them again. A second later, Harry slid a cookie across the table to him, following it with a nudge of one of the frosting bowls in his direction.
With a sigh of relief, Neville nodded. "Of course."