All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - Christmas Cookies
Title: Christmas Cookies
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 943
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Draco, Teddy, Andromeda (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG
Warning: So, so fluffy.
Summary: The boys make some cookies.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 6 - Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt -Baking cookies. Part six of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
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Part One
Stopping briefly to glance in the large mirror at the end of his hallway, Draco nodded in approval at his pristine appearance before continuing on into the drawing room. He made sure to pick up the box of Bertie Bott’s he was bringing for Teddy from the coffee table as he made his way to the fireplace. Merlin only knew why the boy loved the revolting treats so much.
Draco much preferred knowing what something was going to taste like before putting it into his mouth, while Teddy seemed to get a kick out of the guessing game. Each time he got one of the more nasty flavours, he would dramatically spit the offending bean back out before laughing hysterically and reaching for another.
The Floo Powder was in a little wooden case on the mantel. Draco took a scoop of the silvery powder and threw it on the flames in the grate, watching as they instantly burned a bright green. He stepped right into them and stated Aunt Andromeda’s address clearly, closing his eyes before he began to spin.
When he opened them again a few moments later, he was looking out at his Aunt’s well-appointed library. There were tall shelves lining two of the walls from floor to ceiling, complete with a rolling ladder made of a rich, dark wood. Comfortable chairs were placed all around the room, each with a small table next to it or an ottoman in front.
This was probably the only spot in the entire house, other than perhaps his Aunt’s bedroom, that showed no signs whatsoever of Teddy. He had all of his books in his bedroom or playroom, and Draco knew Andromeda liked to come in here to read after Teddy went to sleep each night. The library was her sanctuary, the place where she could relax and forget about everything else for a little while.
Stepping out into the hall, Draco was able to locate his hosts quite easily, as he simply followed the sounds of Teddy’s giggles all the way to the kitchen. When he got there he saw the reason for the boy’s amusement; Potter was standing at the island in the center of the room, shirt sleeves rolled up his tan forearms as he spread flour onto the countertop before him. Draco watched as he took a pinch and bopped the end of Teddy’s nose with it, sending him into a fresh wave of laughter.
Andromeda was the first to notice Draco’s appearance. She looked up from her place by the sink, smiling at seeing him standing in the doorway.
"Good morning, Draco. We’re so happy you could join us...."
"Dwaco! We making cookies!" Teddy jumped down from his step stool and ran over to him, lifting his arms in an obvious plea to be picked up. Draco complied with a huff and got a flour-covered and somehow sticky hand to the cheek by way of thanks.
"You’re lucky you’re so cute, you little rascal," Draco said as he wiped the flour off Teddy’s nose with a sneer.
"I not a wascal! Hawwy say I a monkey!" A deep chuckle brought Draco’s eyes back over to Harry, but he was looking right at Teddy.
"That’s right, you are a monkey man. Now where did my helper-elf go? I can’t possibly cut out all these cookies by myself!"
Draco set Teddy back down when he started to squirm, and watched as he rushed over to grab a star-shaped cookie cutter from the counter next to the newly rolled-out cookie dough.
Harry and Teddy were soon hard at work making stars, candy canes, Christmas trees, snowmen, and snowflakes. Most of Teddy’s looked a little lopsided, but Harry only smiled widely as he was shown each one.
Draco couldn’t help staring at Harry a little. After the accidental proposal of the night before, Draco had been more than slightly alarmed to realize that the idea of making out with Harry didn’t repulse him like it should. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he’d almost think he’d been disappointed that Harry was only reading a card.
They hadn’t spoken much for the rest of the evening, and when Harry left to bring Teddy back home, Draco had found his eyes wandering down to the snug muggle jeans covering Harry’s arse as he walked away. It was almost as good a view as the one in front of him now; Harry’s long fingers moving over the dough, the muscles in his forearms flexing deliciously as he kneaded and re-rolled.
Has he always been this fit? Draco didn’t think so. He would have noticed that before now, surely.
"You not helping, Dwaco. You not get any cookies if you not help."
Draco’s eyes snapped up to Harry’s amused green ones, and he felt his cheeks growing pink at being caught staring. He cleared his throat and walked over to stand next to Teddy, taking the offered snowman with as much dignity as he could muster.
He set to work for a few minutes cutting out cookies and listening to Teddy’s happy chatter until he heard a noise from Aunt Andromeda that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Glancing over at her, he saw that she was looking at Harry and clearly trying not to laugh. Before he could think better of it, he looked over too.
The rakish git was smirking at him in a way that made Draco’s insides feel a bit loose and wobbly.
"Can I help you with something, Potter?"
Harry was grinning openly now. "No, Draco. I just thought you’d like to know you still have a flour-print on your face."
TBC...
Part Seven
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 943
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Draco, Teddy, Andromeda (eventual H/D)
Rating: PG
Warning: So, so fluffy.
Summary: The boys make some cookies.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 6 - Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt -Baking cookies. Part six of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
Read on AO3
Part One
Stopping briefly to glance in the large mirror at the end of his hallway, Draco nodded in approval at his pristine appearance before continuing on into the drawing room. He made sure to pick up the box of Bertie Bott’s he was bringing for Teddy from the coffee table as he made his way to the fireplace. Merlin only knew why the boy loved the revolting treats so much.
Draco much preferred knowing what something was going to taste like before putting it into his mouth, while Teddy seemed to get a kick out of the guessing game. Each time he got one of the more nasty flavours, he would dramatically spit the offending bean back out before laughing hysterically and reaching for another.
The Floo Powder was in a little wooden case on the mantel. Draco took a scoop of the silvery powder and threw it on the flames in the grate, watching as they instantly burned a bright green. He stepped right into them and stated Aunt Andromeda’s address clearly, closing his eyes before he began to spin.
When he opened them again a few moments later, he was looking out at his Aunt’s well-appointed library. There were tall shelves lining two of the walls from floor to ceiling, complete with a rolling ladder made of a rich, dark wood. Comfortable chairs were placed all around the room, each with a small table next to it or an ottoman in front.
This was probably the only spot in the entire house, other than perhaps his Aunt’s bedroom, that showed no signs whatsoever of Teddy. He had all of his books in his bedroom or playroom, and Draco knew Andromeda liked to come in here to read after Teddy went to sleep each night. The library was her sanctuary, the place where she could relax and forget about everything else for a little while.
Stepping out into the hall, Draco was able to locate his hosts quite easily, as he simply followed the sounds of Teddy’s giggles all the way to the kitchen. When he got there he saw the reason for the boy’s amusement; Potter was standing at the island in the center of the room, shirt sleeves rolled up his tan forearms as he spread flour onto the countertop before him. Draco watched as he took a pinch and bopped the end of Teddy’s nose with it, sending him into a fresh wave of laughter.
Andromeda was the first to notice Draco’s appearance. She looked up from her place by the sink, smiling at seeing him standing in the doorway.
"Good morning, Draco. We’re so happy you could join us...."
"Dwaco! We making cookies!" Teddy jumped down from his step stool and ran over to him, lifting his arms in an obvious plea to be picked up. Draco complied with a huff and got a flour-covered and somehow sticky hand to the cheek by way of thanks.
"You’re lucky you’re so cute, you little rascal," Draco said as he wiped the flour off Teddy’s nose with a sneer.
"I not a wascal! Hawwy say I a monkey!" A deep chuckle brought Draco’s eyes back over to Harry, but he was looking right at Teddy.
"That’s right, you are a monkey man. Now where did my helper-elf go? I can’t possibly cut out all these cookies by myself!"
Draco set Teddy back down when he started to squirm, and watched as he rushed over to grab a star-shaped cookie cutter from the counter next to the newly rolled-out cookie dough.
Harry and Teddy were soon hard at work making stars, candy canes, Christmas trees, snowmen, and snowflakes. Most of Teddy’s looked a little lopsided, but Harry only smiled widely as he was shown each one.
Draco couldn’t help staring at Harry a little. After the accidental proposal of the night before, Draco had been more than slightly alarmed to realize that the idea of making out with Harry didn’t repulse him like it should. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he’d almost think he’d been disappointed that Harry was only reading a card.
They hadn’t spoken much for the rest of the evening, and when Harry left to bring Teddy back home, Draco had found his eyes wandering down to the snug muggle jeans covering Harry’s arse as he walked away. It was almost as good a view as the one in front of him now; Harry’s long fingers moving over the dough, the muscles in his forearms flexing deliciously as he kneaded and re-rolled.
Has he always been this fit? Draco didn’t think so. He would have noticed that before now, surely.
"You not helping, Dwaco. You not get any cookies if you not help."
Draco’s eyes snapped up to Harry’s amused green ones, and he felt his cheeks growing pink at being caught staring. He cleared his throat and walked over to stand next to Teddy, taking the offered snowman with as much dignity as he could muster.
He set to work for a few minutes cutting out cookies and listening to Teddy’s happy chatter until he heard a noise from Aunt Andromeda that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Glancing over at her, he saw that she was looking at Harry and clearly trying not to laugh. Before he could think better of it, he looked over too.
The rakish git was smirking at him in a way that made Draco’s insides feel a bit loose and wobbly.
"Can I help you with something, Potter?"
Harry was grinning openly now. "No, Draco. I just thought you’d like to know you still have a flour-print on your face."
TBC...
Part Seven