The King of Sinful Sots
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Title: The King of Sinful Sots Follows Be of Good Cheer
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 610
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Advent Drabbles #22 - caroling for kerrilee75
♦ AdventDrabbles #22 - Christmas bunny
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2016 #22 - Inappropriate Christmas carols
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird #22:
Summary: Harry has a holiday surprise for Draco.
After dinner, Harry and Draco settled into the front room with glasses of wine. The room was lit with only the mellow glow of the fireplace and the twinkling fairy lights on the Christmas tree. They sat, side by side, on the sofa, shoulders and thighs brushing.
"This is nice," Draco murmured. "Relaxing, peaceful, quiet--"
Squeak squeak
"...except for that infernal dog toy," Draco finished, voice rising in irritation.
Chewy was on the rug in front of the fireplace, gleefully murdering his new toy.
Harry flicked a Muffliato at the dog, allowing Chewy to relish his prey's death knell, while effectively blocking the noise in the rest of the room.
"I see you can be useful," said Draco. He took a sip of wine and added, "I may keep you around."
"You have to keep me," Harry informed him. "I'm your property, remember?"
"Hm, I may be able to foist you off on Chesney."
"Oy, no foisting!" Harry protested.
Draco chortled and Summoned the bottle of wine to top off their glasses. "Are you wearing the pants I gave you?" he asked, eyes darkening with interest and desire.
"No, I'm wearing a different pair of pants."
"Not those horrid snowman ones?"
Harry shook his head. "I think you'll enjoy the ones I'm wearing."
"Yeah? Let me see," said Draco, reaching for the button at the top of Harry's jeans.
Harry swatted his hand away. "I have a better idea," he said. "I shall describe them to you...IN SONG!"
Draco groaned and scooted away. "For the love of Merlin, Harry, anything but that."
"Hey, my singing isn't bad."
"Nor is it good."
Harry pulled a face and called out, "Accio, guitar!"
"I have a big day tomorrow," said Draco. "Thank you for dinner. I'll see myself out." He made to rise, but Harry grabbed his arm and dragged him back down on the sofa. Harry stood and strummed the strings of his battered old guitar. He cleared his throat and began to sing.
"On the first day of-"
"Harry! If you sing That Song, I shall take back my pants and give them to some other bloke."
"Draco!" cried Harry, adopting the most wounded look possible. Draco's glare never wavered.
"Alright," grumbled Harry. "Now, I'll have to improvise." He strummed and thought and then began again.
"Frosty, the snow bunny-"
"That's not how the song goes, Harry. Even Rosie would scold you for changing the lyrics."
Harry rolled his eyes and tried again.
"O, Christmas bunny, o Christmas bunny, how fluffy is thy tail!"
Draco held up one hand. "May I presume your pants have bunnies on them?" he guessed.
Harry grinned at him. "Would you like to see?" he asked, setting his guitar aside.
Draco licked his lips and gestured for him to get on with it.
"Close your eyes," said Harry. Draco made an impatient noise, but he did as instructed. Harry undid his jeans and stepped out of them.
"You may look now."
Draco opened his eyes and quirked one brow. Harry was wearing a pair of red holiday pants with a velvety bunny face on the front.
"Those are more adorable than appealing," said Draco. His eyes, however, were focused on the bunny's...nose.
"Yeah? You haven't seen the best part," teased Harry. He turned around and shot a sultry look over his shoulder.
Draco completely missed it, because his attention was centered on the fluffy puff of a tail, affixed to the back of Harry's pants.
"How do you like them now?" asked Harry, giving a little wiggle of his bum. He yelped when Draco lunged for him.
They were fortunate they made it as far as the sofa.
Merry Christmas, Baby