GIFTIES FOR ME! *happy flail*

[dysonrules]

I love December almost as much as May! I really wanted to do an advent thingy this year, but hd_holidays is eating my time. So I've decided to do something else a bit trickier. See below. *grin* I am reposting my Harry/Draco carolling fic from last year over on ff.net, one chapter per day.

I got two virtual gifts already! WOOT! Thank you, leo_draconis and micolerose for my pretty snowflakes! *glomps you both*

I also received my first holiday card, this one from lolafalola ! Thank you, sweetie! Since I fail at sending cards, I decided to write you a drabble, instead. It's based on the card, which has a lovely red and gold ornament on the front.

Harry lifted the ornament from the box and smiled as it spun lazily in a circle, turning the ribbon into a spiral as it glittered from the glow of the fairy lights.

“Look, Draco. Our first ornament as a couple,” he said happily.

Grey eyes finally lifted from the scroll he had been scanning for the past hour. They fixed on the ornament Harry proudly held aloft and then a sneer twisted his handsome features.

“It’s red.”

Harry frowned. “Of course it’s red. It’s Christmas.”

“Christmas should be green.”

“Christmas is generally red and green, Draco.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Then where is the green?”

Harry sighed and used his wand to change the ribbon from red to green. “There. Are you happy?”

“No.”

Harry was more than familiar with Draco’s petulant look. He often compared it to storm clouds. They could dissipate and give way to clear skies and pleasantry, or just as quickly turn dark and ugly, bringing a storm of turbulence.

Another tap of his wand turned the entire ornament green. “Now are you happy?” Harry demanded.

The clouds faded and a brilliant smile curved Draco’s lips, taking Harry’s breath away, just as it always did. “Yes,” Draco replied smugly. “Now, come here.”

Harry quickly hung the modified ornament on the tree and hurried over. Draco pulled him into a possessive embrace and planted a molten kiss on his lips. The parchment was crushed between them, forgotten.

When they finally came up for air, Draco breathed, “Happy Christmas, Harry.”

“Happy Christmas, Draco,” he said, thinking he would willingly turn the whole damn house green if kisses from Draco were his reward.