Christmas Can Wait

Disclaimer: I do not own anything and no profit is made from this.

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Draco, it's nine-thirty on Christmas Eve for Merlin's sake! Stop being childish and COME HOME – or no presents for you.

HP.

Harry hoped the threat in the letter was enough to persuade Draco to stop sulking and leave Pansy's.

Harry huffed as he re-read the letter and proceeded to roll it up. Readily waiting from dropping the previous four letters to Pansy's flat, Harry's owl Tolkien sat on the window sill, eager to please. The large grey owl held its own against the memories of Hedwig and proved itself a necessity in Harry's life; plus it was quite cute.

As Tolkien flew off into the night with Harry's final attempt at a 'reconciliation' - of sorts - the weary man fell into his sofa. Looking around his living room, he felt at home; the decorations, put up by Draco of course, filled the room with glitter, warmth and happiness. However, without Draco there, the beautiful room felt like it had a 'wanker-shaped' hole right in the centre. Harry couldn't deny that he missed Draco all of the time, even when the ferret was off sulking somewhere.

Ten minutes after the message had been sent, Tolkien was back, fluttering by the closed window. Harry rose to let the bird in from the cold and retrieve his apparent reply. 'HP' was all it said on the front; he flipped it over to reveal Pansy's ghastly purple seal - obviously from Draco. Breaking the seal, Harry opened the letter.

Childish am I?

Suddenly, a puff of white powder attacked Harry's face, sending him into a coughing fit. He ran into the bathroom and inspected his face in the mirror. The powder had clearly been some sort of jinx because Harry now had a fully made-up face!

As if on cue, the front door opened, paused, and then closed.

"You always sign your owls so formally. It insults my intelligence that you think I can't distinguish your scrawl from everyone else's. Considering I see you naked on a regular basis, you'd think you'd just put 'Harry'."

Upon hearing Draco's loud voice, Harry walked away from his 'pretty' face in the mirror and made his way into the living room. As he entered, Draco looked at him and started to chuckle.

"Ah, I see you got my reply then."

"Think this is funny do you?" Harry half-wished the prat had stayed out.

Draco's eyes travelled up and down Harry's body, and then a sly smile spread across his face. "Yes actually. I suggest you don't call me childish next time or I'll put you in a dress too."

"Fuck off," was all Harry said as he bent down towards the fireplace to consult Hermione on his current 'situation'.

Seeing that Harry was in no mood to mock argue, Draco walked into the bedroom of their modestly-sized flat. The bedroom's walls were dark grey and the brilliant white fairy lights on the headboard of their queen-sized bed – run by magic seeing as Draco had an irrational fear of electricity – twinkled against the gloss paint. On the black silk sheets of the bed, lay a single box, wrapped in metallic green paper.

"That's your main present. I thought I'd let you open it tonight because of your persistent badgering. Although with what you did tonight, I'm considering on throwing it away."

Draco heard Harry's voice loud and clear, although it could have been in a different house for all he took notice of it. He was mesmerised by the flickering of the lights bouncing off of the box. He picked it up with both hands and let it rest in his palms in front of his chest. He looked over his shoulder, careful not to jilt the gift.

"Can I?" It came out almost like a whisper.

"I don't see why not. This make-up has made my skin feel quite soft actually," the dark haired man replied.

Draco could hear Harry laughing quietly to himself but took no notice. He lifted one hand to the golden bow that was on top the box and pulled one strand until the ribbon fell to the bed. Putting one finger under the rim of the paper, he removed the green sheath in one swift motion. He gasped as he revealed the beautiful mahogany box in his hands. His fingers found their way over the top and discovered that the top of the box was engraved with an intricate design. Draco lifted the top and found that the inside was lined with green velvet, had a place for jewellery and had a mirror fitted into the lid; he was surprised to see the single tear that fell down his face. There was a note in the jewellery compartment. He set the box down softly on the bed and opened the note.

To my beautiful Draco at Christmastime,

I found this box at a market in France and instantly thought of you. However, I took it to your mother and father's for inspection and they said they'd make it perfect for you. This was the end result. Your mother was insistent that you'd like it, do you? Now I know you don't wear that much jewellery but I know that you'll be getting some soon and I wanted you to be able to keep it safe. I hope you like it; the perfect thing for my perfect love. I love you. Merry Christmas Draco.

From your Chosen One.

PS – Turn around when you've finished reading this.

Draco hitched a breath and turned around. "Harry I don..." Draco trailed off as he saw Harry kneeling beneath him.

"Draco."

Draco could feel the tears pouring from his face as he stared down into the eyes of the man he loved. He wiped his eyes and half laughed and half sobbed at himself. "So this is what you meant by 'getting more jewellery' – how typical."

Harry laughed and took Draco's hands in his own. "Draco, I love you more than anything and I want to spend every Christmas, every Easter, every Halloween and every other day and night with you beside me. Will you keep a scarred war veteran happy and marry me?" He then let one of Draco's hands fall and reached into his pocket to retrieve a tiny box covered in the same green velvet from the inside of the jewellery box, and presented the box to Draco.

Draco looked down at the box, took it in his hand and inspected the outside. He sniffed and then laughed. "Will you ever give up with this green motif?"

He opened the box and saw two identical rings nestled in the inside of the box. Tiny diamonds had been set in the platinum bands and in the middle of each lay a black diamond the size of a large peppercorn. They were stunning.

"Two?"

"You didn't think I wouldn't get one for myself did you? Equal relationships and all." Harry winked at his blond lover, "so what do you say?"

"Well, now I've found out you have a penchant for fine jewellery, how could I refuse."

With that, Harry jumped to his feet and took Draco into his arms. He looked into his boyfriend's – his fiancé's – eyes and smiled.

"You've made me very happy you know. And my skin feels as smooth as baby Rose's skin."

Draco was still crying and coughed out a chuckled. "Shut up you absolute fool."

Draco leaned into Harry and kissed him. It was a slow, romantic kiss. Draco could feel Harry's smile still on his face, which made him smile also. Their fingers intertwined in between their two chests and rest right where their hearts were currently swelling with love inside of them.

After a few minutes, Draco broke away from the kiss, hindered by Harry biting his lip. The former Gryffindor frowned.

"My kisses not good enough for you now aye?"

"Don't be dim; they're my second favourite thing."

"Then why did you pull away, fiancé?" Harry's smile returned as he felt the last word fall out of his mouth naturally.

"Because my first favourite thing is fine jewellery and I want to put my ring on! It is Christmas after all." Draco gave a cheeky smile and nodded towards the bed where the ring box had fallen to amidst their kissing session.

"Spoilt children never change," Harry tutted and then kissed Draco lightly on the lips. "Okay, we'll put the rings on. And then I'm going to make you sit and watch 'The Grinch' with me."

Draco made a disgusted face and stepped back from Harry's embrace. "I do not understand your obsession with those muggle Christmas films, but I'll endure them, because I love you and my present is nowhere as good as yours. Maybe I'll order you some make-up since you love how it makes your skin feel." Draco raised an eyebrow as a sly smile spread across his face.

"You do whatever you like honey, but I'm going to make some hot chocolate and sing some songs."

Harry went to walk out of the bedroom when Draco cleared his throat. Harry turned and leaned against the doorframe.

"Yes Draco?"

"Are you going to put the ring on for me or am I going to have to do it myself?"

"Do it yourself and then you can put mine on me, considering I proposed and all." Harry then turned around and walked out of the room. He could hear Draco mumbling to himself about how 'lazy and narcissistic' Harry apparently was.

He chuckled and called out. "Merry Christmas Draco, I love you."

Harry waited for a few moments and then heard a distinctive reply:

"Merry Christmas Harry, although it may not have been if this ring didn't look perfect on my finger and your bum wasn't so perfect."

"And?"

"I love you very much."

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A/N: So that was cute AW. This fic is dedicated to my friends Ella and Charlie because, basically, I love them and they're like the only friends I know that read fic so yeah. Merry Christmas guys.