“Here, get the eggnog to the leaving room, Draco, dear.”, Molly quickly pointed to the big bowl on the table as she left the kitchen in a hurry. She had probably picked Draco, because everyone except him was currently bustling about fetching one thing or another. The burrow's kitchen was in utter chaos. Draco had barely the chance to nod, before Molly was out of sight already. He was more than happy, getting a reason to leave this kitchen full of people whose names he couldn’t even remember. Who could really blame him? There were a lot of them, and they all looked alike in different ways. He had given up on remembering their names a long time ago. Luckily, they didn’t mind him calling them ‘you’ all the time. Back to his task, he went over to the big bowl full of alcohol. No wonder, by the end of the evening, half of the people here were always tipsy or drunk. To prevent the eggnog from spilling, he took out his wand and cast a quick spell to transport it safely into the living room.
The living room was considerably less chaotic. On Molly's command, everyone who was already here helped out in the kitchen at the moment. So only those with a good enough excuse had managed to sneak out and settle in here. There was an elderly couple that Draco had never seen before and one of Ron’s brothers who was banned from the kitchen for trying to put something in the food as an experiment. Draco placed the bowl on the big table that had been set up next to the tree to be used for the buffet. Last year, Draco had claimed, it would be less messy to not put the food all across the table they were eating at. People always accio’ed food across the table, and it often ended up spilling on the table or, even worse, on Draco. Never would he thought she would actually take him up on the idea. Now, Draco was kind of proud for having a say. It made him feel included somehow. Like he had a place here. And all because of harry. Thinking about it, where was he?
The eggnog made it safely onto the table and Draco turned around, taking the chance to look for the only black haired man here. He was like every Christmas, walking around in one of those ugly sweaters Molly liked to make everyone. Sadly, that didn’t exclude Draco. Yes, he was wearing a green hand-knitted sweater with a black lightning bolt on it. To think the day would come that he dressed in something so ridiculous! Not that he hadn’t fought this till the end. Sadly, he had lost to a pair of green puppy eyes. At least there were no mirrors around, and he didn’t have to see himself. He could easily pretend he was wearing one of his fitted vests, if he blocked out the scratchiness of the material on his arms. His gaze was still travelling across the room, when he indeed spotted the man responsible for his current clothing style. Every time he made out those black curls in a group of people, his heart leapt a little bit. One would think, he would have grown accustomed to it by now. After all, they had been together for over four years now, but no, he still bubbled with excitement every time. And to think he hated him once. It was such a distant memory, sometimes it felt like another life, a bad dream he once had.
“Harry”, he fondly called out the name of his lover. Harry immediately looked up and smiled this stupid smile that Draco never got tired of. His red sweater had a yellow creature on it. Molly had explained that it was supposed to be a dragon, but Draco saw more of a griffin in it. “Draco, there you are. You are helping too?” Harry seemed actually surprised, when he had to know that going up against the power that was Molly Weasly Draco didn’t really have any choice. Draco nodded softly and reached out to affectionately place his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “What, you think I would only stand by and watch while everyone else works?” Harry chuckled and placed his hand on top of Draco’s pinning it into place. His emerald eyes fixated on Draco like he knew him in and out. And it wasn’t so wrong to assume Harry probably did. “Yes, I think you would, if Molly had let you.”, he said it with a tender smile, saying he didn’t mind that Draco only helped when forced.
Draco stepped closer, bridging the last bit of distance between them. He even tilted his head, so their lips aligned with each other. “Oh, do you, now?” “I do”, Harry answered in a hushed voice and liked his lips trying to bait Draco into kissing him. Draco hated that it worked on him as well. Like a charm. Harry didn’t even have to ask him for a kiss. He bent down the rest of the way and tasted Harry’s lips. It was always familiar kissing him, but each time it also felt so entirely different and new. This time, Harry tasted a bit sweeter than normal, when he opened up to Draco. Draco had to smile, when he figured Harry had probably already taste tested a few of the sweets on the table behind them. They parted, when someone next to them coughed loudly in their ears. They both looked up to see Ron with a bowl of brownies in his hands standing next to them. “Get a room, both of you. No one wants to see that.” Harry chuckled and positioned on of his hand on his waist. “As if you don’t kiss Hermione in public all the time.” “Not like that, I don’t” he pointed up and down. “Plus, you’re standing in the way. Some people try to help here.” he gestured towards himself, although he was clearly eating quite a few of the brownies instead of just bringing them over. Just then, he grabbed another one and put the whole thing into his mouth, at once. “Fine, let’s continue later, Draco.” He ended his sentence with a subtle wink and Draco nodded, even though it hadn’t been a question. He couldn’t wait to get back to their home, where they could be with each other in peace and quiet. The get-together in the Burrow was nice, but nothing measured up to cuddling with Harry in front of their fireplace at home drinking hot chocolate and talking about their Christmas wishes. It had become some kind of tradition, and Draco would never admit how much he looked forward to it every year since then.
Draco sat next to harry, when they started giving out the presents. They had all eaten in abundance, and now most of them had gathered on the ground or on chairs around the big tree that barely fit into the corner it was shoved in. It kinda loomed over them like a gentle giant. This year, too, they hadn’t skimped on the ornaments. It was easier finding a golden bulb than it was, finding a speck of green in midst all the lights and colors. Maybe this wasn’t even a tree, just ornaments held up by magic pretending to be one. There were quite a few presents under the tree, so it took a while until it was Harry’s turn to open his presents. Draco immediately spotted his own under the stack of presents. His was wrapped in the purple wrapping paper that had little owls on it. When Draco had seen it in the store, he hadn’t been able to not buy it. His heart was suddenly pounding. What if Harry didn’t like it? Maybe he should have given it to him afterwards. Not now, in front of everyone else, but it was too late. Harry had already picked up the present and read the little note: “To: Harry, From:Draco” His fingers traced along the wrapping, and he gazed at Draco. “I love it already”, he smiled and began unwrapping. A thin envelope came to light, and Harry opened it to find a ticket for a portkey to Paris over the new year. Draco saw Harry’s eyes light up as he read the information on it, and then saw it darken. “Draco, this wonderful, but… you know I have to work, I …” Harry seemed conflicted about it, but luckily Draco had a solution. “You don’t. I already spoke to your boss. Told him how many extra hours you do all the time.” “You did?”, Harry stared at him with big eyes. Draco could almost see his brain trying to work everything out. “We’re going to Paris next week?”, a smile slowly spread over his whole face and when Draco nodded, Harry beamed at him. He was brighter than the Christmas tree behind him. Without much warning, he wrapped his arms around Draco and gave him a sweet kiss. “Thank you. I can’t wait.” Now Draco was smiling, too. Since when was giving so much better than receiving? And for the whole evening they both couldn’t stop smiling. They were smiling idiots in ugly sweaters, but who the fuck cared. They were together. And what Harry didn’t know: Draco intended to start the new year engaged to the smiling idiot. The ring was already hidden in his suitcase.