#festive fandom

[holistic-midnight-snow]

Christmas Dirk

When investigating down a mineshaft and Farah's torch dies Her back up torch then dies The only thing they can use to light the way is Dirk (rather triumphantly) turning on his aggressively flashing Christmas Jumper Farah can't complain since she gave it to him… even if it is giving her a slight headache Or it might be the stress of being stuck down a mineshaft... it's hard to tell...

[harryandhislittledragon]

under the mistletoe - Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge

Author: @harryandhislittledragon​

Prompter: @yosoylaborinquena Prompt: “what’s one more?” Word limit: 235

Rating: Teen

Summary: In which two silly boys get a bit of a push from some seasonal greenery.

A/N: After a few months away from the Drarry Discord, I’m v excited to have written this for the December Drabble Challenge! Unbetaed, so all mistakes are my own.

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(or read here, under the cut!)

Of course this would happen to him. Draco glared at Potter, who seemed amused. Damn.

And of course Pansy had to notice them across a room filled with friends who looked over at her gleeful shout.

“Hey! Look who’s under the mistletoe!”

Draco’s cheeks burned.

“You know the rules—a kiss or you’ll be stuck there allll night…"

Draco stopped glowering at Potter to shoot some eye-daggers at Ginny, smirking alongside Pansy—they really did deserve each other.

Potter spoke, softly.

“Just one, Draco. How bad could it be?”

Startled, Draco turned back to him. He considered the friendship he and Potter had formed, over shitty coffee in the Ministry’s break-room, and their banter’s recent shift toward flirting.

He considered their insufferable friends, and the fact that they couldn’t not kiss—the mistletoe wouldn’t have trapped them unless there was some compatibility. And then, there was Potter—still staring at him, looking almost… hopeful.

Draco leaned forward, slowly. Potter’s eyes were so bright, Draco closed his. He gently touched his lips to Potter’s, which were surprisingly soft. And they were kissing, as simple as that, and it was wonderful.

He pulled back, too soon, and looked into green eyes, now full of something he hadn’t seen in them before.

“What’s one more?”

Draco murmured, barely waiting to see Harry’s eyes darken before kissing him again.

Distantly, he heard Pansy whooping; for once, he couldn’t be arsed to care.