seuraava »

[Slussen]

Title: We All Know Who Doesn't Wear the Pants in This Family
Author: Andy Weasley
Characters and Pairings: Harry/Draco, OFC
Rating: K-7
Genre: Domestic fluff, drabble

Prompts: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #6/31: snow, the Genre Challenge #15: pPreg, lover100 #72: wet, the Finnish FF100 #24: perhe
Word Count: 236
Warnings: mPreg implied

A/N: I'M SORRY FOR THE MPREG OKAY, I swore I would never write any of that, but the Genre Challenge has a slot for mPreg, and I couldn't just not write it, so... so yeah. And I don't know what I'm supposed to say about the strange titles I've had for the Christmas Challenge drabbles, I don't know where they're coming from! *laughs* Oh, and just because of the mPreg, this fic is dedicated to lakstingala, with whom I enjoy walking around town and spontaneously yelling out "MPREG!!" You're a dork.


”IT’S SNOWING! Can I please go outside, please please please please please please pretty please?”

If the insistent girl’s voice hadn’t woken Harry up, the ensuing bouncing on his and Draco’s bed most certainly would have. He opened his eyes to see an excited pair of blue eyes staring into his, the tiny body practically quivering with excitement.

He glanced at the clock – six in the morning. “Draco,” he groaned and closed his eyes, “’s your turn.”

“It’s your daughter,” the grumpy voice of his husband was heard from under the covers, “you take her out.”

Harry snorted. “That’s pretty rich, considering that you were the one who gave birth to her.”

“Shush. Snow is wet and disgusting and wet. And I don’t want to ruin my robes.”

Minnie stopped her bouncing and crossed her arms over her pajama-clad chest. “Daddy! Papa! I want to go out now!”

Oh, no, Harry thought, she’s going to start pouting soon. “All right, all right,” he said, “go put some clothes on, darling, I’ll come and help you in just a second.”

The girl squealed with delight and ran off the direction of her room.

Harry rubbed his eyes and stretched languidly before pushing the covers off his side of the bed and standing up. “You know,” he muttered to Draco before leaving to the bathroom, “I’m going to remember that ‘wet’ comment the next time you want me to shower with you.”

Draco merely wrapped the covers tighter around him. “Love you, too.”

[Slussen]

Title: (Because Harry Potter Covered in Sparkles is) Worth it
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Err, I don't know. Some kind of absolutely ridiculous, awkward humour-ish romance thing. It's not like I ever write anything else for this pairing?
Rating: K-13 for language

Prompts: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #7/31: tinsel, lover100 #68: floor
Word Count: 274
A/N: I am tired, and that fact shows in the quality of this. My apologies. I want to write about the boys sleeping. Why am I not allowed to write "Draco sleeps. Harry sleeps. It is Christmas." and have it count as a drabble? *headdesk because can't stay awake*


”I fucking hate Christmas,” Draco mutters as he stomps along the corridors of Hogwarts. Everything is so… disgustingly loud and shiny and red, it makes him want to scream. What had possessed him to stay in the castle for the holidays, making sure that the obnoxious brats stayed alive for a month?

*

Harry is humming to himself as he walks around the living room, hanging Christmas decorations here and there, simultaneously scanning the room for the large box containing the ornaments for the tree. He knows he’s got a large box of tinsel somewhere here in the cupboards…

*

Draco steps into the living room, he hears a warm voice greet him from behind a large Christmas tree. “I didn’t expect you back so soon,” Harry says as he walks toward the middle of the room, carrying a large box. “Did everything go well with the rounds? I hope thaaaugh!” Before either of them know quite what’s happened, Harry is sprawled on the floor, box by his side, covered in tinsel.

*

“Fuck!” Harry exclaims as he lands face first on the floor, box flying out of his hands, silver and red sparkles everywhere and an enormous bruise starting to form on his arm. “Err,” he says sheepishly, “hi.” He looks up at Draco, who’s just staring at him with a bemused expression on his face.

*

For a moment, Draco just stares at Harry, covered in tinsel and flashing an embarrassed smile up at his lover. Then he, too, breaks into a grin and sits down on the floor next to Harry.

Suddenly he thinks he remembers why he chose to stay.

[ReginaRiddle]

”I fucking hate Christmas,”

What a brilliant way to start a Christmas fic So promising..

I really liked this fic, tho I don't have anything really special and grand to say about it. Just that I liked it

Btw, I bloody hate when people say: thaaaugh!. It's so aaargh!!!!!  

[Jemmi]

Only one single comment ? Oh well, it's my duty to give feedback too after reading.

You know, you just made my day. After sleeping two hours and leaving home for school to hear I was two hours too early-- well, no one would be happy after all that, so. These drabbles warmed my mind up and I feel much more pleased. Maybe I'll survive even if I'm going to meet the most annoying friends of mine, pay thousand yen for train fares and listen to complaining of a middle-aged b*tch.

I'm sorry, my comment reflects my mood at the moment. I just want to say I liked the drabbles, even if I'm not able to give you any help in progress to be a better writer. And I apologize my bad English skills, too. But writing in Finnish wouldn't be as logical as the drabbles are - surprise ! - in another language.

Argh, I love your drabbles. Just wanted to say, even in a long and irrational way. Thank you.

Please keep writing, I will definitely read every of the coming drabbles.

[Slussen]

Thanks for the comments, ReginaRiddle and Jemmi! They're much appreciated, I'm glad you like these.

Title: These Moments
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: S
Genre: Fluff. Just... fluff.

Prompts: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #15/31: silent night, FF100 #37: kuulo
A/N: In your face, Aunt Row.


”Silent night…” Draco hummed to himself, curled up under the soft blankets of his and Harry’s bed. There was nothing that he relished quite as much as these moments; just him and Harry, entangled in each other and massively fluffy blankets, moonlight softly lighting up the silent room. Nothing to worry about: no jobs, no relatives – adoptive or otherwise – and no responsibilities.

He stretched languidly, not even bothering to wince at the undignified mewling sound he made. Harry, however, chuckled and fumbled for his hand in the dark. Draco grabbed it and pulled Harry closer to him.

All was well.

[Slussen]

Title: Something Akin to Pots and Kettles
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: K-7
Genre: I've no idea. Gen?

Prompts: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #10/31: eggnog
A/N: So I was wondering about the genres. This isn't AU, this isn't PWP, this isn't BDSM... Would WTF count as a genre?


“Draco, you make no sense.”

“What? It’s perfectly normal not to like this... well, utter shit.”

“Well, yeah, I guess, but you like all those other vile drinks!”

“Harry, that’s the point. The other drinks. Just not this one.”

“But they all taste the same!”

“Of course they don’t.”

“Yes, they do. I mean, you like advocaat, you like Gogl-Mogl... Hell, you even liked zagablione and that weird Vietnamese soda thing.”

“It’s called soda sữa hột gà, you plebe.”

“Not my point. How can you not like eggnog?”

“Says the man who likes to drench everything except coffee in sugar.”

“Completely different thing.”

“Sure...”

“Well, it is!”

“How?”

“Well, sugar is not... egg?”

“...”

“Oh, shut up.”

[Slussen]

Title: Seventy-Third Time's the Charm
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Humour
Rating: K-7
Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #12/31: fruitcake


”Harry! Harry, come here this instant!”

The man addressed lifted his eyes from the letter he was writing and sighed. “In a second,” he replied to the general direction of the kitchen, “I’ll just finish this sentence.”

After a minute, he set his quill down, stretched, and went to the kitchen, where he knew he shouldn’t have left his partner and his best friend alone with each other.

“What?” he asked tiredly as he stepped into the room, where the two men were glowering at each other.

Draco turned to him with that wounded-puppy expression that Harry didn’t know whether he hated or loved. “He called me a fruitcake!” he whinged at Harry.

“But he keeps calling me a weasel!” Ron’s annoyed voice clipped from the other side of the room.

Harry sighed. He really shouldn’t bother even trying.

[Slussen]

Title: Memories
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: S
Genre: Fluff

Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #13/31: Christmas Mass


“Draco, what’s your favourite Christmas memory?”

The blond man looked up from his book with a quirked eyebrow. “I’m not sure, why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” Harry replied with a shrug, “I don’t really have any from before Hogwarts, and I like listening to other people’s stories.”

“Well,” Draco set the book down and thought for a moment. “One of the best ones is probably when I was about five years old, Mother and Father made me come to Christmas Mass with them as usual, even though I hated sitting still and being silent for such a long time. Around halfway through the service, I decided to – rather loudly – inform my parents of the fact that the reverend’s wig was horribly askew and a very weird colour compared to his eyebrows.”

Harry couldn’t help but to laugh at him. “Are you serious? I would’ve liked to see your father’s expression.”

“Yes,” Draco smiled fondly at the memory, “He said I wasn’t allowed any sweets until New Year’s Eve, but Mother took pity and snuck me a cookie every now and then when he wasn’t looking.”

Harry smiled and pulled him closer, giving him a light peck on the lips. “Adorable,” he said, standing up with Draco’s hand in his own. “Now come on, I’m tired. Let’s go make some memories of our own.”

[Slussen]

Title: Whoever Said Patience is a Virtue Was Clearly Out of His Mind
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: S
Genre: The same kind of awkward fluffy humour that I always do

Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #14/31: wrapping, FF100 #61: talvi
A/N: Because, yes.


Draco poked his head out the bedroom door and looked left, looked right. Listened for a moment, heard no sound.

Excellent.

He tip-toed to the wardrobe, pulled his wand out and whispered, “Accio Draco’s Christmas present,” catching the package as it flew down from where it was hidden under some jumpers.

The box was rather small, barely fitting into the palm of his hand, and wrapped in a bright blue paper that glittered faintly in the candlelight. Draco lifted it to his ear and shook lightly, but no sounds were heard. It was too hard to be clothing, but too light to be a book, yet something distinctly solid...

“Draco, where are you?”

The blond man cursed and sent the present flying back into the cupboard, closed the door, and sprinted to the doorway, just in time to see Harry climbing up the stairs and looking suspiciously at him. “What were you doing in there?”

Draco smiled innocently. “Oh, nothing.”

[Slussen]

Title: Silver Linings
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: S
Genre: Frustrated fluff? Is that even possible?

Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #17/31: Kings
A/N: I wish I had someone who'd make hot chocolate for me, it's bloody FREEZING here.


This was definitely not the best day of Harry Potter’s life.

He’d been late for work because Teddy had decided it would be amusing to hide Harry’s shoe and refuse to tell him where it was, his female co-workers seemed to have been more interested in catching him under a mistletoe than actually do what they were supposed to, he noticed that the chess set he’d bought to Ron for Christmas had two kings and no queen, and on top of everything, he now realised that he’d forgotten some of his papers in his office and would have to go fetch them before crashing into bed.

Harry sighed as he stepped into the kitchen, setting his bags and folders on the table. He rubbed his temples and was just about to start muttering out loud about the unfairness of life sometimes, when another voice interrupted him, bringing with it the delicious scent of hot chocolate.

“Have a bad day?” A warm arm stretched around him to set a cup of steaming chocolate on the table and wrap itself around him.

Harry groaned and leaned into the comforting embrace of his partner. “You have no idea. Do you think anybody would notice if I just slept through the week and woke up on Christmas Day?”

Draco hummed, puffing warm air on Harry’s neck. “Probably. Now come on, let’s get these bags out of the way, you need to get yourself warm and to bed.”

“Best idea I’ve heard all day,” Harry mumbled tiredly, taking a sip from his cocoa before starting to unpack the bags. Sometimes he truly hated being an adult, but he had to admit there was a silver lining to everything.

[Slussen]

Title: Little White Lies
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: K-7
Genre: Humoristic fluff, same as always.

Prompt: dracoharry100 #18/31: mince pies


”Harry, come to the kitchen!” Draco’s voice rang through 12 Grimmauld Place.

The man addressed obediently peeked in through the doorway, a bit wary due to the fact that Draco had expressly forbidden him of entering this specific room earlier that day. “Yeah?”

“I did it!” Draco said, sounding excited. “I baked.”

Harry stifled a burst of laughter. “That’s… wonderful, Draco. I’m proud of you.” The spatula-wielding man had decided to have a go at making Christmas treats himself instead of buying and/or accepting edible gifts from Molly Weasley, as they had done years prior.

“Have a taste,” Draco said, took what Harry assumed was a mince pie out of a basket, and held it out for him.

Harry took the offered pastry, blew lightly on it and took a bite.

It was absolutely revolting.

“Delicious,” he smiled at Draco and wondered idly whether his partner had made the mincemeat out of dead kittens or rotten zucchinis.

“I knew it! I win at cooking.” Draco’s smile was victorious, and Harry felt absolutely no remorse whatsoever for his little white lie.

[Slussen]

Title: Sap > Snark
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: S
Genre: Fluff, yet again. *headdesk*

Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 98 #20/31: angels
A/N: I seriously need to... I don't even know, do something to stop this incredible flow of fluff.


Harry knew he was being a hopeless romantic, but he couldn’t help but to think that Draco looked like an angel. It was middle of the night, the moon licking the pale skin revealed by the blankets. The sea of blond shoulder-length hair was strewn about in a halo around his head, and the boy’s pale lashes were fluttering slightly.

“Harry,” he whispered in a voice raspy from sleep.

The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow, though he knew Draco couldn’t see it. “Yeah?”

“You’re thinking something sappy again,” he mumbled, not opening his eyes. “Stop it.”

Harry gave out a small chuckle. “Go back to sleep.”

“Idiot,” Draco muttered, and obeyed.

[Slussen]

Title: Muggles are Evil, Part Three Hundred and Seventy-Five
Author: Andy

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: K-11
Genre: Humour?

Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #21/31: cider
A/N: I blame lakstingala; she told me to make Draco a lightweight. I didn't have the heart to make Harry laugh at him, though, as she also suggested.


“I fucking hate Muggles.”

Harry smiled. “No, you don’t.”

“Well, okay, no,” Draco conceded, “but I do hate Granger and Weasley.”

Not wishing to argue in a situation like this, Harry merely settled on stroking Draco’s head gently while holding his hair out of his face. Draco dry-heaved for another minute, after which he finally managed to sit back down on the bathroom floor.

“Wait a second, I’ll be right back,” Harry said quietly, pressed a kiss to Draco’s temple, and left the room.

Draco was holding his head in his hands when Harry returned, and he looked as if he’d washed his face while the other man had been gone.

Harry crouched back down next to him. “Feeling any better?”

“No,” Draco said, sounding murderous.

“I brought you coffee and a Stomach-Calming Potion.”

The blond man looked instantly a bit brighter. After he’d downed the potion, Harry helped him stand up and lead him back to their bedroom, where a cup of coffee was waiting on the night stand. Draco made a grateful little sound, sunk down on the bed, and vanished nearly completely under the covers with his coffee cup.

Harry dimmed the lights and smiled. Poor Draco, he thought as he left the room, who would have guessed he’d be in such bad shape from just four Muggle ciders?

[Slussen]

Nimi: Kärsivällisyys on pahe
Kirjoittaja: Andy Weasley
Oikolukija: Ancka

Paritus: Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy
Ikäraja: Sallittu
Tyylilaji: Huumorilla höystetty draama

Sanamäärä: 196
A/N: Olen harvinaisen samaa mieltä Dracon kanssa. Ihan niinku jaksaisin odottaa 24. päivän iltaan ennenku alan kyylätä lahjojani...


Draco työnsi nopeasti päänsä ulos makuuhuoneen oven raosta ja katsoi vasemmalle, katsoi oikealle. Kuunteli hetken, ei kuullut ääntäkään.

Täydellistä.

Hän palasi sisälle, sulki oven ja hiipi vaatekaapin luokse. Otettuaan taikasauvansa esille hän kuiskasi ”Tulejo Dracon joululahja.” Villapaitojen alle piilotettu lahja lensi alas Dracon odottaviin käsiin.

Paketti oli suhteellisen pieni, hän pystyi juuri ja juuri pitämään siitä yhdellä kädellä kiinni. Lahjapaperi oli kirkkaan sinistä ja kimalteli kynttilänvalossa. Draco nosti sen korvansa viereen ja ravisti kevyesti, mutta mitään paljastavaa ääntä ei kuulunut. Se oli liian kova ollakseen vaate, liian kevyt ollakseen kirja, mutta silti jotain suhteellisen kiinteää…

”Draco, missä olet?”

Vaaleaverikkö kirosi hiljaa ja leijutti paketin takaisin kaappiin, sulki kaapin oven ja juoksi makuuhuoneen ovelle juuri ajoissa nähdäkseen Harryn kapuamassa portaita ylös, katsoen Draco epäilevästi. ”Mitä sinä olit tekemässä tuolla?”

Draco hymyili viattomasti. ”En mitään.”

“Draco”, Harry sanoi ja katsoi poikaystäväänsä tuimasti, “ethän sinä ollut etsimässä joululahjaasi?”

”En tietenkään!” toinen vastasi, räpyttäen suuria harmaita silmiä. ”Kävin vain viemässä puhtaita vaatteita kaappiin.”

Harry tuijotti häntä vielä hetken, ja päätyi ilmeisesti tulokseen, että Draco puhui totta. ”Hyvä on, mutta et sitten mene penkomaan mihinkään, mikä ei sinulle kuulu.”

”En, en.” Se, joka oli väittänyt kärsivällisyyden olevan hyve, oli selkeästi järjiltään.

[Slussen]

Title: Just Trust Hermione
Author: Andy

Pairings & Characters: Hermione, Ron, Harry/Draco
Rating: K-11

Prompt: dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 09 #24/41: chestnuts
A/N: I am absolutely completely fucking pissed, hope there aren't too many typos. Had to write every word around ten times before getting it correct, and checked the whole thing a gazillion times, but can't ever be too sure.


”I’m going to sick up any moment now.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, who was looking at the inhabitants of the armchair in front of the fireplace with disdain. “Oh, shut up,” she said and shoved him lightly, “they’re adorable.”

“They are bloody well not,” Ron replied with a grimace, “look at them! They’re feeding chestnuts to each other! I may never eat chestnuts again!”

Hermione looked closer to see that Ron was right for once: Harry was holding a bag of roasted chestnuts in his hand, slowly holding them out for Malfoy to eat with the other. She smiled. “Love makes us do strange things.”

“Yeah,” the red-head muttered, “like date a Malfoy.”

“Shush. Come on, let’s go upstairs, give them some time alone.”

Ron shot one last glare at the couple on the armchair before leaving with Hermione. Honestly, sometimes he didn’t know what went on in his friend’s head.