Draco slipped into the apartment just after midday. The scent of pine cleaner filled the air, and he peeked around the corner into the small kitchen. Harry sat at the kitchen table with his bare back to him, flipping through one of the catalogues that were constantly being delivered both by owl and Muggle post.
He watched Harry, just enjoying the moment. The firm muscles of his back and broad shoulders. An ache grew in his chest and he pulled his eyes away. Harry had said three days. Was there so little time left? He considered looking but couldn’t bear the thought of him being right. Three days wasn’t long enough.
“When did you get home?”
Draco jerked his attention back to Harry. Home. He had said home. Was this his home too? Did he have a home here?
“Just now. What are you doing?”
Harry held up the large stack of catalogues in both hands, before letting them fall back to the table with a thud. He grinned. “I’m writing my Christmas list.”
“To Santa?” Draco asked, amused.
“Nope, to you.”
“Really?” Draco crossed the room. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Harry’s head, before sliding into the seat across the table. “Let’s see it then.”
Harry slid a single sheet of paper across the table. The list had twenty or so dot points down the side of the page and each point said the same thing.
COME WITH ME! COME WITH ME! COME WITH ME!
Draco grimaced. “Harry—”
“Please, Draco,” Harry cut in quickly. “I go to the Weasley’s for Christmas every year. It’s tradition and it’s important to me, so please come. This is our first Christmas together; I want it to be one to remember.”
“Christmas at the Weasleys’? Oh, I imagine that will be quite memorable whether I’m there or not,” Draco drawled.
Harry stared at him calmly. “It’s the only thing I want, Draco. You told me you’d get me anything I wanted for Christmas.”
“Yeah, I meant material things, Potter,” Draco moaned.,“like a new broomstick or a year’s subscription to Witch Weekly. Not a week of torture with the Weasel.”
Harry just looked at him.
Draco groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go with you to the Weasel’s for Christmas.”
Harry grinned.
“But I’m not going to like it.”
“That’s fine.”
“And I reserve the right to mutter amazingly horrible things under my breath at all hours of the day.”
“Fine.”
“And I’m not singing Christmas carols.”
Harry smiled. “Okay.”
“And I refuse to participate in any silly holiday games, which include, but are not limited to, snow ball fights, charades, chess, gobstones, or that game where you put your hands and feet on coloured circles.”
Harry was almost grinning by now. “Fine, anything else?”
“Yes.” Draco lifted his chin, “I’ll need Mrs Weasley’s measurements.”
Harry blinked. “What for?”
“Well, I can’t very well turn up without a gift, can I?”
Title All I want for Christmas is you. Authorvanessawolfie Betakinky_kneazle Word Count 138 Pairing/Characters Harry/Draco ------------
All I want for Christmas is you.
Kind of a weird sentence don’t you think? I mean, sure it can be true sometimes, and sometimes, you just don’t feel like trying to find something to ask for. Still, is there truly a point in your life where another person is enough for you?
Draco thought so as he looked over to his handsome boyfriend leaning down for another present. The gifts were nice, but the most wonderful thing about this day was the partner that he shared it with.
“Harry, get over here and give me my gift.”
Harry hurried back to sit beside Draco, and handed him the present.
Draco put it on the table in front of him and reached for Harry instead.
“All I want is you Harry. I can look at the presents later.”
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
hd_writers
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-12-25 09:09 am (UTC)Draco slipped into the apartment just after midday. The scent of pine cleaner filled the air, and he peeked around the corner into the small kitchen. Harry sat at the kitchen table with his bare back to him, flipping through one of the catalogues that were constantly being delivered both by owl and Muggle post.
He watched Harry, just enjoying the moment. The firm muscles of his back and broad shoulders. An ache grew in his chest and he pulled his eyes away. Harry had said three days. Was there so little time left? He considered looking but couldn’t bear the thought of him being right. Three days wasn’t long enough.
“When did you get home?”
Draco jerked his attention back to Harry. Home. He had said home. Was this his home too? Did he have a home here?
“Just now. What are you doing?”
Harry held up the large stack of catalogues in both hands, before letting them fall back to the table with a thud. He grinned. “I’m writing my Christmas list.”
“To Santa?” Draco asked, amused.
“Nope, to you.”
“Really?” Draco crossed the room. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Harry’s head, before sliding into the seat across the table. “Let’s see it then.”
Harry slid a single sheet of paper across the table. The list had twenty or so dot points down the side of the page and each point said the same thing.
COME WITH ME!
COME WITH ME!
COME WITH ME!
Draco grimaced. “Harry—”
“Please, Draco,” Harry cut in quickly. “I go to the Weasley’s for Christmas every year. It’s tradition and it’s important to me, so please come. This is our first Christmas together; I want it to be one to remember.”
“Christmas at the Weasleys’? Oh, I imagine that will be quite memorable whether I’m there or not,” Draco drawled.
Harry stared at him calmly. “It’s the only thing I want, Draco. You told me you’d get me anything I wanted for Christmas.”
“Yeah, I meant material things, Potter,” Draco moaned.,“like a new broomstick or a year’s subscription to Witch Weekly. Not a week of torture with the Weasel.”
Harry just looked at him.
Draco groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go with you to the Weasel’s for Christmas.”
Harry grinned.
“But I’m not going to like it.”
“That’s fine.”
“And I reserve the right to mutter amazingly horrible things under my breath at all hours of the day.”
“Fine.”
“And I’m not singing Christmas carols.”
Harry smiled. “Okay.”
“And I refuse to participate in any silly holiday games, which include, but are not limited to, snow ball fights, charades, chess, gobstones, or that game where you put your hands and feet on coloured circles.”
Harry was almost grinning by now. “Fine, anything else?”
“Yes.” Draco lifted his chin, “I’ll need Mrs Weasley’s measurements.”
Harry blinked. “What for?”
“Well, I can’t very well turn up without a gift, can I?”
no subject
Date: 2011-12-25 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-25 09:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-25 10:32 pm (UTC)Author
Beta
Word Count 138
Pairing/Characters Harry/Draco
------------
All I want for Christmas is you.
Kind of a weird sentence don’t you think? I mean, sure it can be true sometimes, and sometimes, you just don’t feel like trying to find something to ask for. Still, is there truly a point in your life where another person is enough for you?
Draco thought so as he looked over to his handsome boyfriend leaning down for another present. The gifts were nice, but the most wonderful thing about this day was the partner that he shared it with.
“Harry, get over here and give me my gift.”
Harry hurried back to sit beside Draco, and handed him the present.
Draco put it on the table in front of him and reached for Harry instead.
“All I want is you Harry. I can look at the presents later.”
no subject
Date: 2012-01-22 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-22 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-26 01:18 am (UTC)