A gift for @mydearestprongs with the prompt knitting as part of the @drarrymicrofic wheel challenge <3 285 words
Harryâs gratitude was met with a light whack to the head with an oven mitt.Â
âYou need to stop thanking me for the bare minimum,â Molly answered. âI was happy to have you both.â
âYeah, but you didnât have toâŚâ Harry trailed off because the list was too long. The warm greetings at the door, the hugs, the presents, the conversation, the dinner that she made sure he would like. âSeriously, thank you. He was really nervous about this.â
Mollyâs smile was just as warm as everything else in the festively decorated house. âHe doesnât seem so nervous now.â She nudged Harry who looked through the doorway into the living room where his boyfriend was sprawled rather obnoxiously across the couch, eyes shut as the other Weasleys chatted lightly in front of the fire.Â
âNow stop thanking me and go to him.âÂ
Harry did, moving long legs into his lap as he sat down on the couch. Draco stirred, eyes still closed as he flopped to Harryâs side, cozying up to him.Â
Harry wrapped his arm around him and listened to Dracoâs response of a content sigh. âHi.âÂ
âYou know,â Draco breathed into Harryâs neck, âthis sweater is really rather soft. And you were exaggerating about the colorsâ itâs not half as bad as you said it would be. Besides, I can pull off anything, canât I? Hmm? How do you think I look?âÂ
Harry barely looked at him, already having the sight memorized: Draco in a green knitted jumper, large D on the front, snuggled up against Harry. It was everything else that he looked at, the Christmas air, the blazing fire, everyone comfortable and laughing. âYou look like you belong.â
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