Aww, LJ's Christmas theme is up! And there's snow!
(WARNING: Scrooge moment. OMG, I am fucking freezing
, you guys. I got GOOSEBUMPS when I went into the kitchen - God knows what we'll do tomorrow with the severe weather warning. Stupid postwar houses and their shitty construction.)
Still, nothing can destroy my Christmas spirit. I never get Christmas spirit, so this time I'll enjoy it.Title:
In A Naked WayWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for dracoharry100
’s Christmas Challenge. The prompt is fruitcake
Draco wrinkled his nose. He might be drunk off his arse, but he retained enough muscle control for disdainful expressions. “Christmas cake is heavy and the icing’s always an inch thick and I can’t be doing with it at all.”
“I love fruitcake,” Harry said solemnly, toasting the house-elves. The elves were clustered around the two professors, watching them anxiously. Draco ignored this with aristocratic indifference to the help: he wanted to get drunk and ignore the loneliness that seemed to scour the inside of his chest at Christmas.
With Harry. Draco smiled and retorted, “You are
a fruitcake, Potter.”~*~
It was true. Draco thought that made it worse: Harry liked men. He just didn’t like Draco.
Well, he did these days. Harry just didn’t like him in a naked way.
“You don’t like me in a naked way,” he said sadly. He picked disconsolately at his Christmas cake. It was horrible.
Harry blinked at him. “...What
“What?” Draco said.
“You said – oh, never mind.” Harry leant forward, touched Draco’s jaw lightly, holding him suspended in the warmth of Harry’s fingers, and kissed him.
“Yes.” Draco’s chest was full of a golden bubble, and Harry was kissing him again.