Merry Christmas! (Patreon)

I knew this was going to be time intensive from the moment I saw the prompt, but this was 15 hours, and I finished just in time. A Christmas miracle! Thank you to everyone that suggested patronus. Dracos being a borzoi is a reference to one of the best Dramione fics, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love. Narcissa is the swan because a graceful murder bird just feels right. Pansy is the cat. Snape is the doe (legs). Ron is the terrier. Harry is the stag. Hermione is the otter with a book.

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Tags: fluff, choose your own narrator 

“When I said we’re doing muggle clothes for Christmas, how on earth did you imagine that meant a collar and tie?”

“It’s Christmas morning,” Draco protested.

“Christmas morning. I refuse to even wear denims until tomorrow.” I reached for Draco’s tie—a double windsor, the aristocratic wanker—and kissed his cheek, freeing his neck in the process. I had plans for that neck. “Even poor Scorp has been starched to Avalon and back.”

“Must you promote that ridiculous nickname?”

“You’re the one that named your child Scorpius.”

Draco groaned and dropped his head on my shoulder. “Tired, love?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him.

“Did you know the assembly for Pansy’s gift had 104 steps and that Scorpius refused to sleep, entirely convinced he’d set wards to trap Santa?”

“Did he?”

Draco groaned again. “Took me nearly as long to dissemble them as to set up Pansy’s monstrosity.”

“Mhmm. Who do you think helped her choose it?”

At that Draco opened his eyes and glared from my shoulder. “Sadist.”

“Usually it’s the other way around.”

“Brat.”

“That’s more like it.”

Draco grumbled something unintelligible into my shoulder, muffled by the flannel pajamas. “Coffee,” he grumbled with more clarity. “Coffee first.”

I ran my hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. “If you thought Pansy’s was bad, you’re going to need something stronger than coffee for Blaise’s gift.”

“Oh gods. What did he do?”

I shrugged. “He didn’t say. I believe the exact quote was simply ‘booya’”

“Introducing him to muggle media was a mistake.”

“And yet I cannot find it in myself to regret it.”

“I’d never regret you,” he said somewhat nonsensically and kissed me.

I smiled. I pulled out a set of matching Santa hats. “Remember that in about 10 minutes.”