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Christmas Sweater

“Potter, what is this?” “What does it look like, Draco?” “A mess of yarn.” “No, it’s a jumper. You like jumpers, right?” “I like jumpers and this is not a jumper.” “It’s one that Mrs. Weasley made. See, there’s a big ‘D’ on the front.” “I don’t want it.” “Draco…” “I won’t wear it.” “Draco. You wear mine all of the time. Why can’t you just wear the jumper? Why can’t you just be civil with the Weasleys? They’re my family and I thought you knew that. Why can’t you just..be nice for once?” “…..” “…..” “…..” ”..Draco?” “What?” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Forget it.” “No, tell me.” “No.” “Draco, please?” “….” “….Please?” “I don’t want to wear that jumper /because/ I wear yours.” “Well, you can have you’re own now. Wouldn’t you rather that?” “No..” “No? Why?” “It won’t..smell like you..” “Oh.” ”..Yeah.” ”..You can keep wearing mine, if you want.” “I will.” “Prat.” “Git.” “Love you.” “Love you, too.” “Especially when you smell my clothes.” “Shut up.”

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Drarry Christmas at Hogwarts

Hogwarts was glowing all Christmas night, warm and full of soft, but celebratory, rumble. Harry had been composing himself for weeks, readying himself. He waited out most of the night anxiously, allowing Ron and Hermione to drink themselves into sleepy, content lust. It wasn’t long before they wanted to be left alone and Harry was all too eager to let them be. He swiped his wrapped gift from under his bed and then jet out of the Gryffindor common room, heading towards the dungeons. He bumped his way through crowds of classmates in the halls, all wishing him a merry holiday. He didn’t mean to seem rude, but he was all too aware that his bravery was dwindling as the night went on. He finally found Pansy Parkinson with a group of Slytherin girls and asked her for Malfoy’s whereabouts. She was visibly drunk and replied, “He’s in the library, but if you wanna fight on Christmas night, you can take it up with me,”

He shook his head, “No, I just need to talk to him —”

“Sure, Potter, but if I hear one complaint from him later, I’m coming after you,” She warned.

He waved her goodbye, running towards the library. He wondered to himself why Malfoy would be in the library on Christmas night. When he entered and saw the deserted, dimly lit hall, his mind answered him:

Because no one would be here.

He twisted his head around until he saw the shine of white-blonde hair. Moonlight leaking through the tall windows and casting milky spills all over the walls and tables had cloaked Draco. His black suit dramatized his pointed facial features, the shadows playing along his neck and face were long and strikingly dark against his typically pale skin. He approached slowly; his breath was heavily, but shallow from his running. The library was so quiet in contrast to the bustle of the halls and liveliness of the rest of the castle. He knew Malfoy was aware of him, but he didn’t look up from his notes. Harry allowed himself to calm for a moment. He couldn’t manage to stop the hammering of his heart, or the rushing of blood in his stomach and groin and face. His toes even tickled with anticipation; truly, the only thing he was able to do was catch his breath. His lungs felt stiff.

“Well?”

Harry jumped a bit, startled by the nonchalance of Draco’s deep voice. He sat down beside Malfoy and said,

“IbroughtyouthisIknowyouprobablywantedtobealonebutI—”

“Stop,” Malfoy interjected; making Harry go lightheaded with nerves, “Deep breath, then start from the beginning,”

Harry nodded, embarrassed, but too far along to stop. He exhaled deeply and repeated,

“I…I brought you this,”

He handed over a wrapped, long, thin box to Draco. His dexterous, spidery hands gracefully took the gift from Harry’s hand. He eyed it carefully.

“It’s nothing bad, I swear,”

Draco looked up at Harry from under his long, blonde lashes. Harry gulped audibly, furthering his embarrassment. Draco quirked a brow at him, then opened the card atop it. It was small and in sloppy hand-writing it read; “To Draco Malfoy – From Harry Potter.”

“I thought you’d be in the Great Hall, so I had put it under the Slytherin tree, but you weren’t there, so…”

He trailed off, studying Draco’s expression. His face was a cross of confused wonderment and cautious flattery. Harry wasn’t sure if Draco had heard him or not, but knew his blabbering was inconsequential. He felt strained, inwardly. All of his muscles were tight with anxiety but his stomach was loose with blush and butterflies. His toes curled in and out, nervously in his shoes as Draco opened the wrapping. He lifted the lid of the slim box to reveal his own wand. His eyes went wide and shot up to look at Harry. Harry felt himself turn heated and he struggled to keep his gaze with Draco. He eventually broke it, too nervous to keep it up.

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Harry, it's cold outside

I really can’t stay – (Harry, it’s cold outside) I’ve got to go away – (Harry, it’s cold outside) This evening has been – (Been hoping that you’d Floo in) So very nice – (I’ll hold your hands, they’re cold as ice) Your mother will start to worry – (Handsome, what’s your hurry?) Your father will be pacing the floor – (Listen to your chest beast roar ) So really I’d better scurry – (Gorgeous, please don’t hurry. ) Well, maybe just one drink more – (Put some music on, my Gryffindor.) The Ravenclaws might think – (Harry, it’s bad out there.) Say, what’s in this drink? – (No brooms to be had out there.) I wish I knew how – (Your eyes are green fire now) To break your spell – (I’ll take your cloak; your hair looks swell.) I ought to say no, no, no, sir – (Mind if I move a little closer) At least I’m gonna say that I tried – (What’s the sense in hurting my pride?) I really can’t stay – (Harry, don’t hold out) (Harry, it’s cold outside.) I simply must go – (Harry, it’s cold outside) The answer is no – (Ooh Harry, it’s cold outside.) This welcome has been – (If you’re lucky I’ll slither in.) So nice and warm – (Look out, we’ll cause a storm.) Hermione will be suspicious – (Circe, your lips look so delicious!) Ron will be hammering at the door – (Wave goodbye to that red-haired bore.) Your aunt’s mind is far too vicious – (Helga, your lips really taste delicious) Well, maybe just a Firewhisky more – (Never such a wizard before.) I’ve got to go to my dorm – (Oh, Harry, you’ll freeze out there.) Say, lend me your comb – (I’m on my knees down here.) You really should stand – (Your eyes are like emeralds now.) But don’t you see – (How can you do this thing to me?) There’s bound to be talk tomorrow – (Making my lifelong sorrow) At least there will be plenty implied – (If you caught Spattergroit and died.) I really can’t stay – (Get over that old out.) Draco, it’s cold outside. (Harry, it’s cold outside.)

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Breakfast in bed + Santa hat prompt

“Happy Christmas, love!”

Harry groaned and rolled over in bed, trying to turn away from that obnoxious noise. He hated his boyfriend, he really did.

“Oh, come off it, Harry. It's Christmas! Get up!” Draco persisted.

“Nooo...” Harry groaned, hiding underneath his pillow, then perked up when he smelled something delicious coming from Draco's side of the bed. He turned back toward Draco and peeked an eye open. “You made me breakfast? In a Santa Clause hat?”

Draco sat on his side of the bed, donning a Santa Clause hat--- and nothing else. He wore a large smirk as he levitated Harry's breakfast of crepes and eggs next to the bed, all decorated on the plate with plenty of garnish.

“You could have been enjoying this five minutes ago if you weren't such a lazy twat,” Draco drawled, leaning back to display his body, smirk still in place. His smirk transformed into a smile as Harry leaned over to give him a sweet kiss. Draco didn't even care about the morning breath. After living together for three years, such things didn't bother him any longer.

“I love you,” Harry replied, letting his eyes roam Draco's body hungrily, then slowly his attention turned back to his breakfast. Draco rolled his eyes.

“Oh, all right. Enjoy your breakfast. You can enjoy me later,” Draco said with a wink.

Harry smiled broadly at Draco, then lunged over his boyfriend to get to breakfast. He began inhaling it, barely stopping long enough to swallow.

“Love you,” Harry said as he paused his eating for only one second to give Draco another kiss.

"Best Christmas ever," Harry mumbled again a moment later through a mouthful of food.

Draco smiled fondly at his boyfriend, watching him eat. He loved Harry. He really did. And he was sure that it really would be the best Christmas ever, as his boyfriend had so eloquently stated. Especially once Harry found the ring hidden under the tree when they finally got downstairs. But that would be a while, yet.

Until then, they had this moment, and Draco was happy to let it last, for it truly was already the best Christmas ever.

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Hands

He always thought about Harry’s hands.

The fingers, blunted at the tips from genetics.

The nails ragged with lack of proper care.

The juxtaposition of his hand, as he held it.

Long fingers, a trademark Black gift.

Pale, from too much coddling them.

But strong now, with Harry’s around them.

Supported.

Loved.

Draco bent his head over their clasped hands and kissed the hand that had never touched him in anger, not even once; had smoothed his hair when Draco woke sweating from nightmares of Azkaban, and given Draco the worst and best Christmas of his life.

Harry’s still hands.

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12 Days

Draco didn’t even know what the first day of Christmas was – or when, for that matter.

But someone did. Someone who left an apple with a note ribboned to it.

That someone also knew of ten more days of Christmas, each morning arriving with an apple that he’d never seen before and a few music notes ribboned to its stem.

He began humming the notes, to the utter dismay of his housemates.

“On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,” he heard from behind him.

“A bushel full of apples, Potter?”

“Just twelve, love. Just twelve.”

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It had been three years, eleven months and twenty two days since Harry and Draco had last spent a day together. It was a length of time that both had felt was much too long and much too empty without the other in their lives… But the separation had given them time.

It had given them time to heal, to forgive, and to remember the joys more than the sorrows that their relationship had consummated. Tears had ended their bond, but with time those tears dried and the salt leftover had healed the wounds. Their hearts were more at peace now than it had been in a while, though the small presence of regret still lingered in their minds.

They tried to move on with their lives, of course. They met other people, dove into their work, and spent time with their respective loved ones. It was difficult at first… But once again, Time pushed them along. Harry moved up in ranks as an Auror. Draco expanded his family business beyond England. Both became successful, taking on lovers and new friends.

But every now and then, perhaps a reflection or a scent carried by a breeze, would whisk both of them back to a time where their laughter would mingle and create a rich harmonious sound, music to their ears. They would be taken back to a time where a cup of coffee in the middle of the night meant long hours of mindless conversations in between sessions of slow erotic sex. A time where a flutter of breaths against lingering lips meant hello… Or good bye.

It was one of those days again, where such memories were brought back to the forefront of their minds, along with warmth that can only be associated with those old thoughts. As fate would have it, on this cold grey day, where the first snow of Winter had finally made its way down from the stubborn skies, a flash of green catches the grey eyes. The emerald hue was as bright as the first time he’s seen them, startling him, stealing his breath away.

“Harry,” Draco breathes the name, a wispy ghost hanging in the air between them, barely spoken but loud enough for the other to catch. There he stood, with his usual attire and that hair. His hair, the dark unruly mass that never listened to its master’s words. The hair that was always the reason for playful teases from the blonde. A memory of a chuckle gently rang in Draco’s ears as he saw the man he still loved in front of him. So close, but so far.

The crunch of snow stopped as Harry turned to look at the man who called him. His eyes widen in surprise and he feels he is at a loss for words. Finally after racking his flustered brain to say something, anything... All he could say was the name he hadn’t uttered in years, “Draco.”

A few steps towards Harry were taken by the blonde as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “It’s been awhile,” He speaks, a hint of amusement in his voice at the understatement he had just made.

Harry chuckles quietly, the same chuckle Draco had wished to hear so often a time, “It has.”

Draco nods and asks, “A bit late for Christmas shopping isn’t it?”

A smile tugs at Harry’s lips as he pushed up along his nose the round glasses he’s always worn, “I was always a bit late with it.”

Another nod, Draco agrees as his own lips faintly pull up in remembrance, “Yes you were.”

At the sight of the blonde, Harry unconsciously chews on his lip. The mere presence of the ex-Slytherin brought up old feelings… Causing Harry to find that forming proper sentences was much more difficult than he remembers. He mirrors Draco and stuffs his hands in his coat pockets as well, looking to the ground then back up at the grey eyes, those eyes which always seemed to pierce him. A rush of blood tints his already red cheeks as Harry heard his heart thudding a little louder in his ears. He clears his throat.

The noise brings the blonde back out from the chest of old memories and regrets he had worked to stay locked away. ”I should best be going then,” Draco murmurs as he starts to turn. “Merlin knows you don’t have time to dally in the cold,” he says as the ever recognizable smirk pulls at the corner of his lips.

Harry returns the smirk with a soft smile, calling out the name once more, a little more confidently, a little more tenderly, “Draco.”

Draco pauses and looks back at his once lover, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“Merry Christmas, Draco,” Harry shuffles his feet and shrugs the slightest, “In case we don’t…”

Draco nods in understanding, “Merry Christmas to you as well.”

They stood there in the cold, looking at each other after the words were exchanged. The air was nippy but for some reason, neither felt the chill nor the bite of the wind. Neither felt nor saw the fresh white snow that began to accumulate on the ground. Rather than the new fallen snow around them, all they saw was the small familiar smile slowly forming on each other’s face. It was a smile that warmed their hearts, a smile that spoke of knowing glances and a shared time. A smile that was long overdue.

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Submitted by Taylor K.

Harry had always found Muggle Studies to be an uninteresting subject; he already knew just about everything there was to know about muggles. Needless to say he was a bit surprised when Professor Burbage announced to the class they’d be going out to the Black Lake to have a hands-on lesson on snorkeling, the latest in their water-sports unit.

“Now, there is no need to worry about the mer-people, grindylows, or the squid,” Professor Burbage said reassuringly to the nervous 15-year-old Gryffindors and Slytherins, as she led them out of the castle, “Professor Dumbledore has enchanted the part of the lake we’ll be using to protect you from them.” Harry walked confidently beside his two excited best friends. Hermione had already told both him and Ron about how her parents took her vacationing in Hawaii and that they’d all snorkeled with dolphins. Ron, like Harry, had never been snorkeling but was looking forward to trying. When they reached the edge of the lake, Professor Burbage passed out goggles and snorkels, and told them to cast a water-proof spell on themselves before going under. Once everyone was water-proof and holding their gear, she explained how to breathe with the snorkel. Harry cast a curious glance at Malfoy, who’d been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole lesson. He didn’t look disgusted that he was holding muggle things, as Harry had assumed he would. To be completely honest, he looked rather worried. Harry analyzed Malfoy’s face: his eyebrows were knitted together, the corners of his mouth were turned down, ever so slightly, and there was a tinge of fear in his cloudy grey eyes. Harry had never seen Malfoy like that; he could only wonder what had caused it. Professor Burbage had each student go into the water, swim around a bit, and come back out, one at a time. She’d said she wanted to keep a close eye on them while they snorkeled, just in case. Hermione went in first, followed by Ron, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Neville Longbottom, and Blaise Zabini. “Mr.Malfoy, you’re next.” Harry watched as Draco slowly rose and made his way to the edge of the lake, his toes just a centimeter from the water. He heard Draco sigh and saw him squeeze his eyes shut before taking a tiny step into the water. His whole body was tense and he was the most visibly terrified Harry had ever seen him. “Go on, into the water; it doesn’t bite.” Professor Burbage encouraged him. A few of the students began to laugh when Malfoy didn’t move any deeper into the water. He just stood there, ridged, ignoring all of the professor’s attempts to console him. Eventually she walked over to him. Burbage had never been good at whispering, not when she was a child, and not then; so everyone heard as she leaned close to Draco, and asked if he was scared of the water. When he nodded, a few of the Slytherins and every Gryffindor, excluding Harry, laughed. An ashamed blush swept over Draco’s cheeks, and Harry couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Professor Burbage attempted another whisper, “Would you like someone to go in with you?” Draco nodded again, a bit slower than the first time. “Harry Potter, would you please come here?” Draco widened his eyes in alarm, “Why does it have to be him?!” “It’s him or no one Mr.Malfoy,” Professor Burbage gave a knowing smile. She would make him face his fear one way or another. Draco turned to face the lake again, but made no move to go in. After a few minutes, the professor took his silence as an answer and sent Harry to stand beside him. Harry turned to look at Draco, who’d turned paler than usual. The fear in his eyes was obvious; it unlocked empathy in Harry that he was unaware he could feel for Malfoy. Forgetting all the eyes watching his every move, he slid his hand into Draco’s, and took a step forward. Draco shot Harry a shocked look, but did not release his hand. Harry took another step forward, Draco followed, and they moved like that until their hips were under the water. Draco took a step closer to Harry and gripped his hand tighter. Harry smiled faintly; Malfoy must’ve really been scared if he was complying to comfort so easily, especially from his worst enemy. They walked deeper into the lake, and eventually only their snorkels were visible from the surface. However, underneath the water, Draco had begun to shake. Harry turned to him and without thinking, pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s torso, holding him as close as possible. Draco hesitantly returned the hug, and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder, secretly very glad Harry was there.

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Christmas stroll + Molly-made sweater for Draco

“It’s a bit hot in here,” Draco announced timidly, “Pardon me, I will just be a moment outside,”

Molly smiled broadly at him and nodded, “Not a problem, dear. More cocoa will be ready for you when you get back!”

He feigned a smile back to her and walked out into the front of the Burrow. Harry rose simultaneously as the door closed and he met eyes with Molly. She grinned and whispered,

“Good luck, Harry,”

He blushed and followed Draco to the outside of the house. The fireplace was blazing and lighting up the entire first floor of the Burrow. Ginny refused to come home for the holidays, after deciding that she was not ready to face Harry; after breaking up with her, the family became a bit divided. Molly insisted that she would eventually come around. Otherwise, the house was busy with cheer and butterbeer and gift-giving. Ron and Hermione were drinking each other under the table, George, Percy and Charlie were fawning over Fleur’s growing belly while Bill laughed at her embarrassment. Molly and Arthur were keeping a constant flow of alcohol and food in and out of the living room. Harry could not recall a happier Christmas eve.

The snow had piled up outside and he stepped off the porch to see Draco taking his sweater off. He smiled to himself and lightly jogged over to the blonde. The outdoors were freezing, but the heat of the Burrow still warmed them outside. Malfoy turned around to his newly found friend and nodded at him in acknowledgement.

“Following me around again?”

Harry laughed nervously, stopping a few feet from Draco.

“You like your sweater?”

Silver eyes rolled and he answered, “Fantastically kind of her, really, but I already run hot. This is a lot like wrapping a bear around me,”

Harry chuckled, “You’ll get used to them. I’m actually surprised she made it for you,”

“Why’s that?” Draco inquired.

“She just hasn’t known you for very long, so…it’s a really special thing, to be accepted into the Weasley’s family,”

Draco was looking down in his hands at the removed sweater that bore a gigantic, silver ‘D’. He looked torn and Harry took a step closer to him. Draco heard the crunch of snow beneath Harry’s step and met his stare.

“I should go,”

Harry’s heart dropped, “What? Why?”

“I don’t belong here,” Draco told him, “This is really sweet and I genuinely appreciate you inviting me here. Since my parents were imprisoned, I haven’t celebrated anything. You were all very gracious hosts, I mean that,”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry sighed.

Draco brushed his hair back with an open palm, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“I’m sorry, Pot – Harry,” He corrected. After a few months of friendship, Harry had insisted on being called by his first name and Draco was still learning.

“Why?” Harry pressed.

“This is too kind,” He replied, outstretching his arms, offering to return his sweater.

Harry stared in amazement, then furrowed his brow and pulled Malfoy into a tight embrace. His heart fluttered at feeling Draco’s warm body against his; he had not felt contact with Draco like that since they fled the room of requirement. Draco was taller than him, but Harry dominated the hold, turning his face into Draco’s hair and trying to inconspicuously memorize the scent of it. He knew he could not hold onto Draco for long; at least, not without exposing a sultry and embarrassing secret. He cleared his throat and announced,

“You deserve every kindness. I know we’ve… I know this has been…terrible. I’m sorry, but I want you to stay,”

Draco, somehow, knew exactly what Harry was saying. He spaced them apart just enough to make eye contact. Harry was hypnotized by the small snowflakes resting on Draco’s long, blonde lashes. His nose was pink and he felt rather tense; he was nervous. Blood was rushing from his head, his hands and feet to the center of his body; it left his extremities feeling tingly and weightless. His belly burned with anticipation and his groin began to pulse to life. He was dazed by Draco’s good looks and leaned in more closely,

“I really want you to stay,”

Their noses brushed and when Harry felt no resistance, he closed his eyes and the space between them. Harry licked over Malfoy’s full, hot lips, begging for entry; which was granted. When they eventually broke for air, it came in smoky huffs and Harry could tell that Draco felt his erection. He chuckled nervously and backed away. Before he could take a full step backward, Draco gripped his hips and pulled him back, murmuring,

“No. I really want you to stay,”

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The Worst Days

The holidays are the worst.

He crumbles

remembering the only time his father ever showed

affection

Even if it was just a pat on the head.

And he remembers the kisses pressed to his temples

by his mother

I try to replace

showering kisses on his face

as he shakes and shudders.

The holidays are the worst.

I shut down,

close off,

imagining the happy holidays dangled in front of me

before Sirius died and snatched that away.

I imagine the Burrow, with only one twin

and Teddy without his parents.

Holidays are the worst.

We both miss so many people,

but we comfort each other with love

Entangle ourselves in sheets

Cling to each other in hug

Fall asleep, tears on our face

Tomorrow will be better than this holiday.

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Submitted by the-third-way

“Harry.” Draco silenced him with his mouth. Then, lifting his shirt over his head, he started to tease a path down Harry’s stomach with his tongue. “Let’s not think about tomorrow.”the weight of his words percolated in Harry’s mind. With a shuddering breath, Harry lifted his hand and trapped Draco’s, kissing his palm before shuffling closer to him. Their chests touched, and he could feel the speed at which their hearts raced - in perfect time with one another. “I have all afternoon,” he muttered. “And after that-” “Harry.” Draco silenced him with his mouth. Then, lifting his shirt over his head, he started to tease a path down Harry’s stomach with his tongue. “Let’s not think about tomorrow.”

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