Drarry Oneshots 2

Mistletoe

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: Set after the Battle of Hogwarts. Draco is invited to spend Christmas at the Burrow with Harry and the Weasleys, and Harry can't seem to take his eyes off Draco.

Author: Merchling (on ao3)

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Harry woke to a clatter from the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was pulling out pans from the overflowing cupboards ready for breakfast. He pulled himself up, groaning, body stiff from sleeping on the sofa all night. He rubbed at his eyes and rolled his shoulders before hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked round to see Draco sheepishly standing there, looking completely lost. It was so strange to see him standing here, in the Burrow.

"Sleep ok?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded. "Sorry about..." he gestured at the sofa "I did try to get you in the bedroom." Harry felt a smirk tugging at his cheek. "I mean, you know, you shouldn't have to sleep on the sofa and I shouldn't get the bedroom." A slight scowl was starting to form on his face as he hovered aimlessly in the living room. Harry sighed and made room on the sofa.

"Sit down, Malfoy. You need to relax." Draco came and sat next to him, his clean, black suit stark against the warm colours of Mrs. Weasley's decor.

"You were invited here. They're not going to bite your head off."

"I know" Draco said softly, eyes staring at his hands. Harry couldn't remember being this close to Draco without them both arguing. His eyes traced the way his blonde hair curled around his ear, he had a sudden desire to touch it.

"Merry Christmas!" Ron boomed as he walked in from the garden. They looked up at his grinning face, arms carrying a bucket full of vegetables for the dinner later. Harry smiled back at him.

"Oh boys, you're awake" Mrs. Weasley said as she came bustling in. "Merry Christmas, I'm sorry if I woke you, Harry." She went back into the kitchen and came back with a bundle of presents almost spilling from her hands. "Here you are" she said, passing them around. Harry could feel Draco stiffen beside him as a parcel was placed on his lap. The boys tore at the wrapping paper to reveal chunky hand knitted jumpers inside. Draco held his up, a silver D stitched onto the front. Harry could see him struggling inside, biting his lip to probably stifle a sneer. He was shocked when Draco shrugged off his blazer and pulled the jumper straight on.

"It looks good on you" Harry said. He could have sworn that Draco's pale cheeks were turning slightly pink.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley" Draco said.

"You're very welcome, dear." She replied. Harry didn't trust the smile on her face as she looked at them both. She had that look of knowing something he did not. "Ron, bring those vegetables and help me in the kitchen." Harry moved to stand when Mrs. Weasley put a finger up. "Not you, Harry, you look after Draco." She said, another suspicious smile on her face. Harry slumped back onto the sofa, enjoying the warmth and slowness of the morning. Draco shifted awkwardly next to him, their thighs brushing next to each other. Harry admittedly liked it, and didn't move his leg.

"So, what do you usually do at Christmas?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged. "Usually visitors would come over, we would sit at the table to eat a big meal, then open the presents in the evening. It wasn't particularly festive, just... an event."

"You mean, you don't sing along with Celestine Warbeck? No cookie decorating? No frolicking in the snow with the wind in your hair?" Draco smiled and gentle pushed Harry's leg with his.

"I do actually quite like Warbeck".

"No!" Harry said as he shot up. Draco grinned at him, the flames from the fireplace making his blue eyes glitter.