sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2005-12-24 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge #12, holidays |
Christmas, Harry style
Original poster: faith1922
Words: 314
Disclaimer: not mine
Warnings: Fluff, run for your life
Rating: none
A/N: Merry Christmas
A/N: I used all 20 words, so yeah this is the 20 word challenge answer.
Draco didn’t have a problem with Christmas, really.
His problem was with people’s idea of Christmas. Bells chiming, angels singing, lots of tea to drink and of course the expectation that just because they were nice for one day of the year, some kind of miracle would happen.
Back when he’d been a child there had always been a big dance at the mansion on Christmas Eve. Today Draco mainly remembered miles and miles of silver and gold cloth hiding the high darkened windows and the big glittering chandelier above. It had been a cold and distanced affair, nothing that anyone would care to remember from their childhood.
That’s why the Malfoy heir loved Christmas with Harry so much. They spent hours ordering presents via the internet, an expensive pen for Pansy, CDs for Ginny, a camera for Hermione and some stupid Animes for Ron.
Christmas Eve was a riot. The whole house filled with friends and family, whipping up a storm. Glitter and punch got everywhere, people fell asleep in the strangest places, as long as they were horizontal and warm and the odd bra or panty was found weeks later behind the sofa. The neighbours finally stopped the party in the wee ours of morning yelling about disturbances and police.
And then, on Christmas morning Harry came bouncing downstairs in his purple pyjama, the only one without a hangover, who’d actually slept in a bed. He yelled and jumped on people and turned all the party leftovers into grass, so that the whole house turned green and fluffy. And when Draco opened his present – after several threats from Harry – he got jumped by a giant frog.
Needless to say, he spent the next thirty minutes hunting down his husband, all the while grinning like an idiot and thinking that no, he really didn’t have a problem with Christmas at all.
Not anymore.