Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
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Title: Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time Follows Merry Christmas, Baby
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Weasley horde, Neville/Luna
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 1065
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 #24 - ugly sweater for goldylost
♦ AdventDrabbles #24 - Ugly Christmas sweater
♦ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 2016 #24 - Ugly Christmas sweater/socks
♦ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry Early Bird #24:
Summary: Christmas at the Burrow...family, food, fun, and fighting!
"No."
"Yes."
"Absolutely not."
"Please?"
If anything, Draco's expression grew more obstinate. "I thought we were meant to wear the jumpers that Molly made for us last year," he said. "Not these...these travesties of fashion."
"Fleur thought it would be fun if we all wore ugly Christmas sweaters to the Burrow," said Harry.
"You lie."
Harry laughed. "Alright, it was actually George's idea, but I think it will be fun."
"Bah, humbug."
"There may be a prize involved for the best of the worst," Harry wheedled.
Draco's eyes lit with interest. "A prize, you say?"
"Yes, there will be a competition," Harry replied. "Now's your chance to beat those Gryffindors at their own game."
Draco threw his hands up in the air. "Very well, Harry. I shall wear the...the Balls jumper."
"That one is mine," said Harry. "You get the one with the goggle-eyed reindeer."
"No."
"Yes."
"I hate you!" snapped Draco, snatching the offensive sweater from Harry's grasp.
"No, you don't. You love me!" crowed Harry. "In fact, you love me so much that we are also going to wear our snowman pants to the Burrow."
"Absolutely not."
"Please?" Harry entreated. "There will definitely be a prize involved...later."
~*~
Harry and Draco stepped into madness.
"Uncle Draco!" cried Rose, launching herself at him from across the room.
Draco laughed and scooped her up, tossing her in the air, much to Rose's shrieking delight.
"I like your reindeer," she said, poking at the large, plastic eyes on Draco's jumper.
"Thank you, Rosie," said Draco. "I wore this just for you."
Rose beamed at him and announced, "My baby brother is dressed like a snowman."
"He's not the only one."
Harry winced when his caustic comment earned him a pointy elbow in the ribs. He waded through a sea of ginger children to place more gifts around the Christmas tree. Draco put Rose down and went to help. Once finished, Harry sat on the sofa, next to Victoire, and Rose clambered onto him. Draco plucked Victoire off of the sofa so he could sit down next to Harry. Draco then resettled Victoire on his lap.
She touched the plastic eyes on his jumper. "These are funny, Uncle Draco."
Harry looked at his boyfriend, smiling as Draco's expression softened. He would never admit to it, but Draco Malfoy was utterly smitten with gingers.
Dinner was a robust affair, with good food in large quantities. It never failed to impress Harry how Molly could produce a feast to rival anything at Hogwarts. Eventually, everyone managed to waddle back to the living room. Hermione loitered by the door and stealthily sent her otter Patronus outside. Soon after, sleigh bells were heard from overhead.
"Santa!" shrieked Rose, and the other children took up the chant.
Moments later, Santa and Mrs Claus burst through the door. "Ho, ho, ho!" boomed Santa, heaving a bulging sack off of his shoulder. Mrs Claus followed with a basket of sweets, which she passed out to the children.
Harry winked at her as she passed by, and Luna's blue eyes sparkled back at him from behind her old-fashioned specs. She and Neville enjoyed playing the part of Santa and Mrs Claus almost as much as the children enjoyed seeing them.
The Claus' began handing out gifts. Harry was occupied helping Rose with a tricky ribbon when his gift was placed beside him. He defeated Rose's ribbon and opened his box, which he knew would contain a new jumper from Molly. Harry drew it out, brows furrowing in confusion. He was holding a tiny brown jumper with a small orange H in the center.
Harry cleared his throat. "Molly?"
She glanced over at him. "Yes, dear? Oh! Oh, Harry, that's Hugo's jumper. Arthur, did you mix up the labels on the H jumpers?"
Arthur didn't pay her any mind; his attention was on the kaleidoscope that Harry had purchased for him at a Muggle toy store.
"Heads up, Ron!" cried Harry, tossing Hugo's jumper across the room.
Ron caught it easily and held it up to a sleeping Hugo. "Perfect fit, Mum," he said. "I guess he'll have to grow into this one," he added, holding aloft a large jumper in a burnt-orange color, adorned with a green H.
"Ronald, give that one to Harry," Molly scolded. She cringed as another jumper was thrown across the room.
Harry deftly snagged it from the air and draped it across his chest. "It's wonderful, Molly, thank you."
In the meantime, Draco was opening his own Weasley jumper. The color was pale gray with a black D on the front. He stroked the soft material and smiled at Molly. "Thank you very much, Molly," he said. "It's wonderful."
"What is this?" Ron squawked, holding up the 'Baby on Board' shirt. "Hermione, I think this was meant for you."
"I'm not pregnant, Ron."
"Is Mummy going to have another baby?" Rose squealed.
"No, I think your daddy is," Draco drawled.
Rose goggled. "Daddy is going to have a baby?!"
Harry began to laugh, joined by Hermione and Draco. Soon everyone was laughing. Everyone except Ron, that was.
"Wanker," he growled, wadding the shirt up and throwing it at Harry.
Harry immediately threw it back. "Gag gifts must be accepted with good grace," he chided.
"That's right, Uncle Ron," said Roxanne. "I had to keep that awful hat last year, remember?"
Ron pouted as he flounced back onto his chair and refolded the offending shirt. He glared at Harry in a manner that suggested he would be getting his revenge later.
Santa and Mrs Claus took their leave, the carnage was cleaned up, and votes for ugliest sweater were tallied. Everyone waited in breathless anticipation until Arthur announced the winners.
"Third place goes to George."
"Only third?!" George exclaimed. Nevertheless, he accepted his prize with a happy grin.
"Second place goes to Draco," said Arthur, handing Draco a small, wrapped gift.
"Now, aren't you glad I talked you into it?" teased Harry, bumping Draco's shoulder with his own.
"And, the winner is...Fleur!"
Harry laughed and clapped, along with the others. The usually-reserved Fleur had gone all out, and her sweater was truly a horrid sight to behold.
Draco showed Harry the snowman mug he'd won. It contained a packet of powdered cocoa mix, along with a bag of marshmallows and a peppermint stick.
"You're going to share, yeah?" prompted Harry.
"Absolutely not."
"Please?"
Sleigh Bells in the Snow