Who: Percy and Draco. When: December 25th. What: Christmas together.
Percy had ended up going to the Burrow for the holidays. It was even more crowded than normal, with family members with significant others and even children added to the mix and it had been chaotic, and warm, and really pretty nice. There were a few tense moments with siblings, but mostly it was good, and he was glad that he had gone.
He had excused himself mid-afternoon, claiming that he needed to pop in on a friend, which wasn't a lie, exactly. Just not the entire truth.
He popped home to change, since he had ended up holding one of the babies and had, very unfortunately, and disturbingly, been vomited on. He changed into a clean jumper and trousers and then pulled on his coat and left.
He arrived at Draco's place a short while later, holding a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine, because he thought he ought to bring something. He knocked on the door.