Want To Decorate Christmas Tree Together?

Want to decorate Christmas tree together?

Word 6: waffles

This idea came from the most random conversation so here we are.

As soon as the bell rang, Draco hurriedly answered the door although he was pretty sure it was too early for anything and he didn't have anything to be delivered at the place but he went anyway.

He opened the door to a man holding a sheet of paper, "Yes?"

"Delivery for Draco Malfoy?"

"That's me but I didn't order anything." Draco frowned.

"It's a parcel." The man said and handed Draco the sheet of paper to sign it.

"What is it?" Draco asked as he stepped more outside the door to notice almost a 5 feet tall Christmas tree standing erect.

"Do you know who might've sent it?" Draco asked but the man shook his head.

Draco signed the paper and the man's co-workers took the tree inside and placed it where Draco asked them to.

"This came with it." One of the co-worker said as he handed him a small piece of card.

As all of them left, Draco finally opened the small card and immediately recognised the handwriting and smiled.

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.

"Morning." Draco immediately greeted as he picked up the call on the other end.

"You sound too chirpy for me in the morning." Harry said but Draco could still recognise the smile behind the call.

"It's 9 am, why are you still sleeping?" Draco asked as he looked at the tree endearingly.

"Because it's a Saturday, Draco. But I'm up now." Harry said as Draco heard some shuffling on the other end.

"I got your parcel today. When were you planning on telling me that you bought me a 5 feet tall Christmas tree?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed on the other end, "You said you didn't have time to buy the Christmas tree with everything going around and how the shops are too far away. I just wanted you to be able to decorate the tree on Christmas and since we can't be together, it's hard enough."

"Yes but it's only one Christmas. I could've bought a small one for me."

“Yes but I bought it for you now.” Harry said. 

Draco smiled, “You’re a menace, Harry Potter.” 

“Yes, I know but now tell me do you want to decorate it together?” Harry asked.

“We’re in different places, Harry. How are we ever supposed to do it together?” Draco asked confused. 

“We have internet, Draco, we can always do video call.” 

“You know I suck at muggle technology.” Draco remarked. 

“Well, we can do a call and stay on it while we decorate it together and then send each other pictures.” Harry suggested. 

Draco thought about it for a moment, it didn’t actually make sense to do it together, the process of decorating it while on the call seemed like a time consuming idea even. 

“What would we get out of decorating it together?” Draco frowned.

“That we get to decorate it together? Come on, do you want to or not?” Harry asked. 

Draco was still confused but then there was something in Harry’s offer that made him want to do it together, so he agreed. 

They both agreed to call in the evening after they had done all their work, chores and when nobody would disturb them so they would just be with each other. So, when the evening came they did just that, they started decorating the tree together on a call with wired earphones plugged in to their phones. 

Draco had thought it would be almost odd but they slipped briskly into conversations. Harry kept asking random questions like if the cat ornament would look better next to the dog ornament or licorice ornament which made Draco wonder what the hell Harry was doing but at the same time it was all very amusing. He told Harry about his family traditions and how they used to celebrate christmas together and about how every year he would bake cake with his mum as a Christmas ritual but can't this year because his parents' are arriving late this year while Harry told him about his Christmases especially the ones he spent at the burrow. They also got around talking about how things are going and somehow some old school talks and they both realised how funny it was when Draco used to try to get Harry’s attention. They laughed off most of the call but it was just a beautiful bubble moment Draco never wanted to get out of. Towards the end of decorating, Harry started complaining about how Marco, his dog was eating the Christmas balls which had Draco laughing all the more and then making fun of Marco. 

When it was finally done, Draco clicked the picture of his Christmas tree and sent it to Harry and Harry in return sent two pictures, one of his Christmas tree and the other one of Marco chewing off the Christmas ball which made him smile. 

Draco was looking at both the Christmas trees and then he realised, 

“I’ve never decorated a Christmas tree with anyone before.” 

“Really? What about your Mum and Dad at the Manor?” 

“Nope. They were mostly busy with Christmas invites or holding a Christmas ball and I didn’t even use to decorate the main hall tree even, just the small one in my bedroom hallway.” 

“Well.. now you’ve decorated it with someone, how does it feel?”

Draco thought about it for a moment, then looked at his tree and finally said it, 

“Like I want to celebrate the rest of them with you,”  

There was a pause after that. Harry didn’t say anything so Draco went on, 

“I didn’t think about it before but I want to and I know we haven’t been dating all that long but you know the moment when you just know-”

“Draco, I love you.” 

There was a pause again and Draco continued again,

“I-I never knew I wanted to decorate it with you. I didn’t even know it was a romantic gesture till now but Harry- nobody would ever do this for me, send me a Christmas tree, ask me to decorate it with him- I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you, too, Harry. Merlin, it feels so good to finally say it out loud.” Draco and Harry both chuckled at their ends. 

“I want to decorate all of my mine with you too, Draco.” Harry finally said and Draco smiled. 

“Do you want to bake cake together as well?” Harry asked after a while.

Draco grinned on his side, "Absolutely. Tomorrow at 5?"

"Done."

In that moment, he realised he's found it, he's found the one man he had been looking his whole life for and he’s never finding anyone better. Ever. He didn't need to find anymore, it was him. It was Harry. All along.

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Not His Saviour

(I honestly have no idea what I've written, it's open to interpretation. I won't even mind if this doesn't get notes at all)

Word 10: Champagne

Draco leaned against the bar, his hand propped behind on the counter, his left leg crossed over his right and drink in another hand.

Classic Draco Malfoy move.

He very strictly abode by staying away from all the gossip, from all the talks, from crowd, in his own company with a fine glass of champagne.

He wasn't being cocky, no, far from that, he just liked his own peace a lot but it was true the more intimidating he looked, the lesser people would approach him and the lesser they could hear the quiver in his voice he was trying to hold back. The lesser they'd figure out the sadness in his voice. He was afraid someone would talk to him and they'd figure out just how sad he was and Draco lived by pretending all his life that he was fine, except today he wasn't being good at pretending all that much.

He made it fine through the evening, almost all of it even until exactly that one person came to him he wasn't wishing to meet with.

"Came alone?" Harru asked.

Draco didn't answer. He didn't think he should have.

"I see, you're ignoring that I exist even when I'm right next to you. You can pretend to the whole world you're fine but not me. I know something is bothering you." Harry said almost too conveniently. No, no, he was not supposed to say anything like that. He was not.

Draco took another sip of his drink, "Thought you had a more happening evening."

"I did."

"Then I wouldn't want to intrude in your evening." Draco bit.

"I came to you, Draco."

"I don't need your pity, Harry. I never needed it." Draco turned hastily to Harry to find him looking at Draco.

"I'm not offering you pity-"

"Yes, that's exactly what you're doing. You've abandoned your evening, people, everyone and everything just to come here and wash it all over my face that you pity me." Draco snapped but In a low tone to not gather attention.

"I don't get you, Draco," Harry was almost irritated, "Why would you ever think I'm offering you pity- or sympathy? I care about you that's why I came here. I want to make amends with you. I want to fix it okay. If I'm the reason you're hurt, allow me to fix it."

"I don't need to be fixed, okay. I don't need your whatever it is. I don't need your amends. What's done is done, Harry. The damage exists and it's very clear, that night changed everything and it would never change. And it's funny how you think my world revolves around you, that everything in my life is related to you, that if I'm sad it can only be because of you. You're not my everything. You can't change what happened and I certainly don't want to. But you can't fix me, I'm not yours to fix. You're not my saviour, Harry." Draco finally turned to Harry and picked his coat from the stool beside him and kept the glass back on the counter.

"And things don't get fixed over a glass of champagne." And he left.

Whatever it was, he took it away with him. He took his sadness, he took his anger at Harry, he took everything he came with and he never turned around, not even once because sometimes when somebody breaks your heart, no matter how many amends they might want to make, no matter how much they must've loved you once, no matter how much they say they want to fix it all, no matter how much they say that if they could take it all back they would, sometimes they don't get fixed. Sometimes when things break, they're broken forever and nothing can ever fix it.

Draco didn't turn around even when Harry looked at him desperately, hoping Draco would stop and give him one last look but he didn't, especially then when Harry wanted him to turn around the most, he didn't turn around.

He just walked away and never came back.

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Lighthouse

Word 14: blackout

Harry turned off the ignition of the car, rolling the windows back up and turning off the music and turned to Teddy.

"Shall we?" He smiled at the little boy.

The little boy nodded and they both got out of the car and Harry instantly started unraveling the bag they bought with them.

"What's that, Harry?" Teddy pointed out to the far off light coming from the other end of the shore.

Harry looked up and turned to Teddy once again, "That's a lighthouse."

"What does it do?" Teddy asked curiously.

Harry thought about it for a moment then replied, "It guides you home."

Teddy stared at the lighthouse curiously then looked at Harry again, "How does it guide us home?"

"when we go on long journeys on water especially at night, it emits light and we follow it to come back home. Say one day, you go on a sea trip and you're lost and you can't find a way to come back home and you see that, you know then exactly that you're closer to home than you were before." Harry explained.

Teddy stared at the lighthouse once more before he turned to Harry, "So, you're saying if this lighthouse is not there, we cannot come back home?"

"Maybe but it'll take longer for us to reach home."

Teddy nodded.

"Harry-"

"You ask a lot of questions, Teddy." Harry chuckled.

Teddy shrugged, "I'm curious."

Harry smiled at the little boy and picked him up in his arms and sat him over the hood of his car. He bought the bag along with him and sat down over the hood himself.

"Ask away." Harry said.

"Why did my parents leave, Harry?"

Harry turned to look at Teddy, almost shook at the sudden question.

"What do you mean leave?"

"Arthur said this in class the other day that my parents left me but you said that they didn't leave me, that they're always here but I know they're not here, Harry. Why did they leave?" Teddy asked.

Harry was almost saddened by the fact that he saw a little of himself in Teddy. He never wanted Teddy to have that childhood he had, he never wanted him to feel an empty presence but Harry always knew no one could take away that position of parents and Teddy was always going to feel some sort of emptiness, Harry just wished he didn't.

"The world, Teddy, has its good and its bad sides. Your parents didn't leave you, they were in fact the strongest, bravest, most courageous people I ever knew but they died protecting the world. They just had to go away because sometimes some sacrifices had to be made and your parents being the bravest, sacrificed themselves. Your father told me one day you'll ask this question and the world would tell you they died for something so big and you'll be just as proud of them as they were of you." Harry explained.

Teddy looked at Harry with what was only respect and awe.

"They were proud of me?"

"More than you could ever know."

"But they're always here," Harry said pointing to his chest, "Right here and they'll never go anywhere. They're your lighthouse, Teddy and they will always guide you home."

Teddy smiled, "They're my lighthouse."

Harry smiled and nodded.

"Blackout makes it all beautiful, right?"

"It does." Harry said.

It was after a while he laid back against the hood of the car and Teddy did the same that Teddy asked while staring up at the stars.

"Michelle said when people die, they go up in the stars, do you think our parents are there, looking down at us right now?"

Harry nodded, "I think they are."

Teddy asked again after a while, "Who's your lighthouse, Harry?"

Harry shrugged, "My lighthouse left, Teddy."

"To where?"

"To find his lighthouse."

"I can be your lighthouse." Teddy suggested.

Harry's eyes brimmed with tears as he turned his head to Teddy and gave him a forehead kiss, "You'll be my only lighthouse from how on, Teddy."

One that would never go anywhere.

Sad hurt/comfort, just take it😭.

My absence had three reasons, one, I had to go away because of my sem end exams, second, as soon as my exams ended, I came down with a bad fever (I'm okay now) and three, the writers block hit pretty hard but I'm here now and I'll try to write more this time, I'm really sorry about it whatsoever. Also a belated happy new year to everyone, may y'all have a good one<3.

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City of love

Word 13: Paris

It was not a promise. He never made any. He wasn't a man of promises but he was a man of absolute romantics. He was a hopeless romantic who fell in love in the softest, purest way possible.

It came up in a conversation a year ago when they were sat in the Cafe Blues right about during the first few weeks into dating when Harry had asked for a very simple, curios question, "If there was one place out of the whole world where by choice you could fall in love at, what place would it be?"

"Paris." Draco responded without hesitation, without a momentary lapse as if he had the answer right over his lips.

"Why?"

"It's just beautiful out there. I know it's overrated but it's just it. There's nothing more beautiful about falling in love in Paris, in the city of love and to have someone fall in love with you there. To walk by the river seine and to be in love with someone, it's wonderful. I'd do anything to have the opportunity to meet someone there and fall in love unfortunately though, I've never been to Paris, so naturally I haven't fallen in love there. It's sort of like an unfulfilled dream." Draco smiled softly after that in lost dreams.

It was in that moment Harry took a mental note and chose to remember it forever.

This year by December they were still together and they had both taken off from their works and fled off to Paris, the city of love itself.

It was on the last day of their trip when he took his moment while they were finally walking over the bridge of River Seine, Pont Des Arts with snowfall upon their heads. He stopped Draco for a moment and said,

"Do you remember what you said about Paris last year?"

Draco chuckled and shrugged, "I say a lot of things, Harry and then I forget them."

Harry smiled and shook his head, "Well, you may have forgotten but I remember it. I asked you that day what place you would choose to fall in love at and you said Paris without hesitation and then you went on about how Paris is the city of love and falling in love in Paris has its own beauty."

Draco nodded, still smiling, "I also said unfortunately that has never happened."

"Yes. I thought about it a lot over the year but we're here today. I'm trying to say I've loved you, Draco and this may not be your moment. It's not your dream we're living but we're in Paris and we're in love. We've made promises of love here and while it may not be the same, we're here tonight and we're on the bridge of Seine. You're beautiful and kind and wonderful and this amazing person that I fall in love with everyday, every single day, every moment of everyday so even tonight I'm falling in love with you. I fall for you so much that I fear there's no return but Draco, falling in love with you everyday feels like a day in Paris, the city of love because you are my city of love. You are my Paris and I've waited so long, the perfect moment to tell you but I needed you to know this."

Draco stared at Harry for a few moments that Harry was almost scared he said something wrong or that he misread the whole situation but then Draco broke into a smile and pulled his hand out of his pocket and hugged Harry, right on that bridge.

"You are it, Harry. You're all I've ever wanted, all I've ever looked for."

"What do you mean?"

Draco smiled, "It's not about falling in love in Paris, it's the person who makes it beautiful and you make loving beautiful. Yes, a year ago I wanted to experience falling in love in Paris but today I have experienced it but In a different way because I'm in love with you, I have been and it's even more beautiful than Paris. You are the one I've looked my whole life for. You are the reason falling is beautiful, you are the reason why Paris is beautiful, Harry. You are it."

Harry's eyes glimmered with small tears that he wiped away while Draco pulled him closer and rested his head against Harry's. Slowly and cautiously, Draco leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips, sweet and soft with passion. It was beautiful in itself to kiss someone you love, someone your heart races for, someone who makes love the most beautiful feeling in the world.

It was then that they realised that was it. This moment was falling in love in Paris. It was this moment where love was finally more beautiful than the city of love itself.

I don't know where I was going with this 😶

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Draco: Do you ever wish to be buried 6 feet under just to be away from human interaction?

Harry: 💀

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