Draco/Harry (Christmas fluff)
“Okay, you go first. This one is…well, you’ll see. Go ahead.” Harry forced himself to not spoil it, clasping his hands between his knees from where he sat on the sofa, watching as Draco sat beside the tree, inspecting the little package he’d plucked from under it.
It was the evening of Christmas Eve and they were settled together in the lounge, sipping spiked hot chocolate and indulging in a singular peek at what tomorrow would bring.
Draco shot him a bemused smile at his barely-restrained rambling then refocused on unwrapping. The paper fell away to reveal a small, metal paper crane ornament. He looked at it for a moment and then glanced up.
“Thank you,” he said. “This is beautiful. But…?”
Harry chuckled at the polite but slightly confused thanks.
“Don’t you remember? When you passed me that note in class.”
Draco frowned and then made a soft sound of remembrance. “Oh. Oh. You mean that dreadful drawing I did of you falling off your broom?” He grimaced but there was humor behind it. “Merlin, you’ve not forgotten that?”
Harry laughed. “It wasn’t dreadful. Well, it was, at the time. Before I knew what it was.”
Draco raised his brows. “What was it?”
“Your first love note to me.”
Draco bit his bottom lip but even so, his smile was broad and curling. “ What? ”
Harry nodded easily, gesturing at it. “Yeah, remember? You blew it to me like a kiss. And it sort of, fluttered to me. Like your heart.”
“Harry.” Draco chuckled his name and even though he was very possibly about to disagree with Harry’s recollection of events, he didn’t even care. Because his name escaping Draco’s lips with such warmth and love now made all the times it hadn’t cease to matter.
“That's what Hermione said,” Harry continued. “And, as you know, Hermione is never wrong.”
Draco closed his mouth, considering this with naked affection. He went up on his knees, shuffling the two feet of distance to rest his hands on Harry’s thighs and smile up at him.
“Yes,” he agreed, silver eyes sparkling. “That was my first love note to you. That’s a much better way to remember it.”
Harry raised a brow. “Remember it? You mean you really didn’t— I’ve been thinking you’ve been—”
But Draco tugged his head down, kissing him softly. “I love it. I love you. And I need to speak to Granger later about her standards if that is what she thinks a declaration of love should be.”
Harry kissed him, because he was right there and he’d never had much self-control resisting when so close to Draco, and then hummed. “Oh? What’s a declaration of love supposed to be, then?”
“Don’t worry, Harry.” Draco squeezed his thighs then sat back on his heels, turning to select a square-shaped gift from under the tree. “You’re about to find out.”