Merry Christmas, Baby
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Title: Merry Christmas, Baby Follows The King of Sinful Sots
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Narcissa
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 1225
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 #23 - mixed-up gift for geinahop
♦ AdventDrabbles #23 - Wrapped presents
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2016 #23 - Gift gone horribly wrong
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird #23:
Summary: Harry and Draco brave Narcissa's ire.
The next afternoon, Harry was sitting at his kitchen table while diligently wrapping gifts. He heard the Floor roar, followed by a conversation between Draco and Chewy.
Yip!
"Hello, Chewy. How are you today?"
Squeak, squeak
"I am disappointed in you, Chewy. I anticipated that you would have vanquished your squishy duck by now."
Squeak, squeak
Draco swept into the kitchen and greeted Harry with a kiss on the cheek. "No more squeaky toys for Chewy," he said. "The sound will drive me mad."
"Hello to you, too," said Harry, "You should have tried sleeping last night with that noise in the hallway."
"No wonder you look nearly as deranged as your wrapped presents do."
Harry was insulted. "I think my presents look wonderful."
"They appear to have been wrapped by a basilisk."
"Basilisks don't have hands," scoffed Harry.
"Precisely."
Harry threw a bow at his boyfriend and resumed wrapping the gift on the table.
Draco sat down across from him and selected another present. He began wrapping it with efficient swishes of his wand. "Are we taking all of these to the Burrow, when we go there for Christmas dinner?"
"Not all of them," Harry replied. "A few are for your mum and the house-elves at the Manor. Is there a good time to visit?"
"I believe she's cooled down enough by now," said Draco.
"Are you sure?"
"No," Draco said with a sigh, "but there's no use putting it off. She won't murder us this close to Christmas."
"Are you sure?"
~*~
Harry pushed Draco out of the Floo first. "It's your job to protect me," he hissed.
"Honestly, Harry!"
Narcissa swept into the parlor, and Draco's bravado failed him. He tried to back up, but Harry planted a hand in his back to prevent him from moving.
"Draco, Mr Potter," Narcissa greeted them coolly. "Won't you come in?"
Harry hid a grimace behind Draco. If he was back to being Mr Potter, that meant Narcissa Malfoy was still quite cross.
"Mum, you look lovely this evening," Draco said, following her as she led the way to a small, cheerfully decorated salon.
Narcissa sat on a tufted, Queen Anne chair, leaving Draco and Harry to take a seat on the uncomfortable divan across from her. Narcissa rang for refreshments, and they made stilted small talk until one of the house-elves returned with mulled wine and nibbles.
Harry took a sip of his wine.
"Would either of you care to tell me what happened at my soiree?"
The wine went down wrong, and Harry sputtered.
Draco patted him on the back as he answered his mother's question. "Cousin Chesney and I had a...minor disagreement."
"Considering that your wand was in Harry's hand, I dare say it was more than a minor disagreement, Draco."
Harry's mind inferred something naughty from Narcissa's words, and he responded with a strangled snort. Draco's hand clamped down painfully on his leg.
Draco steeled himself and confessed. "Chesney accused me of monopolizing Harry's time, and I had to set him straight on our relationship."
"Straight?!"
The hand on Harry's leg tightened.
Narcissa ignored Harry in favor of glaring at her son. "Perhaps the two of you should get married to forestall any further disagreements."
Harry bit back a groan. This was turning into a disaster. He cleared his throat, drawing Narcissa's attention to himself. "As a matter of fact, Mrs Malfoy, Draco and I have broached the subject, but we've agreed to put off any serious discussion until after the hols."
It seemed to have been the correct thing to say; Narcissa brightened immediately. "That's wonderful news, Harry. I am glad to hear it."
"Mum, please refrain from mentioning it among your social set," said Draco.
"I can keep a secret, son," she said, voice tart with annoyance.
Harry sought to ease the tension. "We brought your holiday gifts," he said.
Draco took the hint and removed a small bag from his pocket. He enlarged it and sent it to rest at his mother's feet with a quick flick of his wand.
Narcissa reached into the bag and withdrew her first gift. It was a charm from Draco, and the second gift was a charm from Harry.
"It's beautiful, Harry. Did you choose this one on your own?"
"Yes, I did," Harry replied. "Draco pointed out the ones you already had, and then he stood back and held his breath while I decided which one to get you."
"I did no such thing."
"Draco, I distinctly recall hearing you sigh in relief when I chose wisely."
Narcissa smiled at their banter, her earlier pique seeming forgotten. She opened another gift, revealing a pair of leather gloves in midnight blue.
"I thought those would go well with the scarf that Molly Weasley made for you," said Harry.
"Indeed, they will," said Narcissa, trying one on.
"They're charmed for warmth and to adjust to a perfect fit," Harry added.
"These are splendid, Harry. Thank you."
Harry frowned when Narcissa pulled another of his less-than-perfectly wrapped gifts from the bag. He thought she'd opened everything from him.
Narcissa unwrapped the present and pushed the paper aside. She pulled out a common, Muggle T-shirt and shook it out to read the script on it.
"Baby on Board?!"
"Bloody hell," Harry groaned, slumping against the back of the divan.
"Harry, what the hell?!"
"Boys," snapped Narcissa. "Language."
"I am sorry, Narcissa," said Harry. "That gift was mixed up with yours, I'm afraid. I bought it for Ron."
Draco looked at him as if he'd gone around the twist. "Do I even want to know?" he drawled.
"Ahem, well, you see, Ron was telling me how irritable Hermione had been during her pregnancy, and she told him he could carry the next one and see how he liked it, and I saw that shirt when I was shopping in Muggle London--"
"When were you shopping in Muggle London without me?!"
"...and I thought it would be funny to give to Ron," finished Harry. "As, you know, a joke." He looked between Narcissa and Draco, wondering which of them was going to hex him first.
He was saved from Death by Draco when Narcissa giggled. "Who knows?" she mused. "I may have occasion to wear this in the future."
"Mother!" gasped Draco, distracted from grilling Harry about his clandestine shopping excursion.
"You always said you wanted a baby brother or sister," Narcissa said, taking fiendish delight in goading her son.
It was Draco's turn to slump against the back of the divan. "Salazar save me," he muttered, bringing a hand to his head to rub his temples.
Harry chuckled, enjoying the mischievous sparkle in Narcissa's eyes. He never would have guessed she had it in her. "If you'd like to keep the shirt for future contingencies--"
"Harry, please don't encourage her."
"...I still have time to get another for Ron."
Narcissa laughed merrily and refolded the shirt. "That's not necessary, Harry," she said. "I would hate to deprive your friend Ronald of an appropriate comeuppance, and I don't want to give my son a fit of the vapors."
"I am not suffering from the vapors, Mother."
"I believe I am done having babies," Narcissa declared. "The next baby I hold on my lap had better be a grandchild."
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