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[violetvulparia]

De-Stress December ❄️ Day 3 ❄️ Holiday Music

Any Song

Any excuse to hold each other, to feel their magic and the music floating around them. They love the holidays.

Ao3

[mermaid886]

I don’t have a dog, I just want all these.

[tontonguetonks]

Day 1: Holiday Decorating

Every year, Luna sets out bowls of fresh fruit and sugar water along with a little card that reads, "For the nargles."

[violetvulparia]

De-Stress December ❄️ Day 1 ❄️ Holiday Decorating

Good Enough

The boys attempt to decorate the flat for Christmas. Draco falls asleep. Their cat falls asleep. Harry decorates their cat and Draco, and watches the moon rise.

Ao3 @hpdestress

[mermaid886]

HP De-Stress Prompt 15 : Snowstorm

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Tom watched with a frustrated scowl as his son walked over and crawled up into Harriet’s nest.

Harriet helped her little one settle into the covers with her as he whimpered and spread himself across her, with his arms open wide to hug what he could of her belly.

The little boy’s face squished against the softness of his mother’s breasts.

“Did you have another nightmare, Gareth?” Harriet asked her toddler while she stroked the dark curls that he had inherited from his father.

Gareth nodded silently as Harriet bent forward and kissed his little head.

Tom and Harriet had welcomed Gareth, their firstborn, three years ago.

As much as Tom had doted on the boy, his feelings of jealousy had never fully left.

While they sat there, Tom lamented the realization that at that very moment, it should have been Harriet’s hand in his hair and her lips on him instead.

Tom looked forward to the birth of their daughter.

He was confident that with the addition of a small princess to their family, he may adjust better to sharing his wife.

“Why don’t you come over here with us, Daddy?” Harriet asked her alpha as she raised her stare up to meet his.

Tom blinked at them both for a moment before he climbed in behind Harriet and cradled his wife and son in his arms.

An hour later, the fire continued to crackle as the snow fell outside.

Gareth had fallen asleep on Harriet and Harriet slept on Tom, but he stayed wide awake as he admired his little family.

Tom Riddle bent down, pressed a kiss to his lover’s forehead, tousled his little boy’s hair, and gave Harriet’s belly a very gentle pat.

He may not have had the pleasure of enjoying Harriet as he wished that evening, but as he laid back to rest himself, he felt content.

At last, Tom Riddle had learned how to love.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35769550

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mermaid886]

HP De-Stress Prompt 14: Mistletoe

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“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harriet snapped, “Am I forbidden to enjoy a moment alone?”

“I’ll leave you to yourself, Snape, don’t worry.” Draco grinned as he walked up to stand beside her. His grey stare was frigid as he stared down at Harriet, “I’ve only come to tell you something.”

Harriet looked up into Draco’s face and tried not to let herself be enticed by the beckoning, musky fragrance of his cologne while she spoke, “The war’s over…...Malfoy. What could you possibly have to tell me?”

In that silent moment, as they stared at each other, Draco felt a whisper of hope bloom in his soul.

As Harriet gazed into her enemy’s eyes, she found that her mouth became uncommonly and inexplicably dry.

Draco glanced down at Harriet's lips.

She gasped quietly as she realized that he didn’t intend to communicate with words.

A soft sound came from above their heads.

Draco and Harriet both looked up to see a sprig of mistletoe materialize at the center of the archway to hang over them encouragingly.

Draco’s gaze had never been as soft as it looked when his stare returned to her.

Harriet surprised herself by being the one to lean in first.

With a hint of nervous hesitation, their lips finally met.

Harriet groaned softly and placed her hand on Draco’s cheek as he let one of his palms settle on her waist while their lips brushed together.

Their kiss that had been sweet and innocent quickly turned dangerously full of hungry passion as Draco gripped Harriet’s hips in his hands and she cupped his face as she clutched onto him.....

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35769103

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works