dracoharry100 | Christmas Challenge 25

Title: Crumbs!
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count: about 1350
Characters/pairings: H/D
Warnings: sexual situations but nothing explicit.

dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge 25
Prompts: 8.Cookie exchange; 9.Christmas Tree Topper; 19.Christmas star; 20.Gingerbread men; 21.Tinsel; 22.Gift wrapping; 23.Icicle lights.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Harry was already late when he ran into Hermione as he was leaving the junior Aurors’ office.
“Harry, have you got a minute?” she asked grabbing his arm
“Not really, I’m giving evidence…”
“This won’t take a second. We’re doing a cookie exchange this year,”
“A what now?”
“Cookie exchange. It’s like secret Santa, only with biscuits. And not secret because the idea is you get to know someone new. You take a name,” she proffered a large bucket containing slips of coloured paper, “they’re colour coded by department, so you don’t get anyone you already know, and you bake them some cookies. Or buy them if you don’t cook.”
“So I might get Tesco’s Basics bourbons from Barry in accounts?”
“Well, hopefully not. Hopefully everyone will enter into the spirit of it. Pick a name.”
Harry selected a pale blue slip and groaned as he read the name. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” he said showing Hermione that it said Draco Malfoy.
“Oh that’s a shame," she commiserated, "you already know him.”
“Don’t I just! Can’t I swap it for someone else?” Harry whined.
“No! If I let you then everyone will want to, and the whole thing descends into chaos.”
“Tesco’s Basics bourbons it is then.”
“Oh come on, Harry, you said you got on quite well when you worked with him in the summer. “

This was true. Harry had been horrified when he first discovered that Malfoy was the expert appraising and advising on containment of the haul of dark artefacts they had seized, but Draco had been diligent and knowledgeable, politely professional but darkly amusing. To his surprise Harry had missed his wit and intelligence when their collaboration ended.

“You certainly sang his praises often enough,” she added under her breath. “Ron was beginning to be afraid you were about to announce your engagement.”
Aloud she said “Didn’t you say you were in a hurry?”
“Shit, yeah!” Harry said and he raced off.

Harry received some shortbread Christmas stars from a very giggly young witch wearing icicle lights and so much tinsel all she needed was a tree topper to be mistaken for a Christmas tree. She clearly thought she’d hit the jackpot pulling Harry’s name out of the bag and was flirting embarrassingly until one of Harry’s fellow Aurors got fed up with it and told her, “You’re wasting your time there, love, he bats for the other team,” as he left the office. Seeing her look of confusion, Harry helpfully translated, “He means I’m gay. I thought everyone knew. It was all over the Prophet when they outed me.”

In turn, he then went in search of Malfoy, biscuit tin in hand.
“Hallo Potter,” Draco greeted him, “I hope that’s not a dark artefact you’re bringing me, or at least if it is you’re not relying on that tin to contain it.”
Harry smiled, “No, it’s gingerbread men.”
Draco frowned in confusion.
“Hermione’s cookie exchange thing?” Harry explained.
“OH, right yes. You got my name? Oh well, thanks."
Harry continued to stand in front of Draco, holding the tin.
"Er, are you going to give them to me then?” Draco asked.
“What? Oh yes of course,” Harry said blushing as he put the tin on Draco’s desk. “Um, well, Happy Christmas, er enjoy the biscuits,” he said and feeling foolish, left as fast as he could.
“Happy Christmas,” Draco replied to Harry’s disappearing back. He shrugged. He had almost given up trying to understand Potter. Almost. Maybe Christmas was the time to try again. He lifted the lid of the biscuit tin and saw that inside were two gingerbread men, one iced with black hair, green eyes, round glasses and a lightning bolt shape on his forehead, and the other with blond hair, grey eyes and a little DM monogram on his chest. Draco smiled, Potter had obviously made quite an effort. Then he did a double take. The Harry gingerbread man had winked at him! Then it wiggled its hips. How bizarre! Draco hurriedly replaced the lid and went back to work.

That evening Harry was wrapping presents at his kitchen table when he heard his name called. He stopped trying to curl ribbon and listened. There it was again, “Potter!” Drawing his wand, he went to investigate and was surprised but relieved to see Draco’s head in the living room fireplace.
“Malfoy?” he said uncertainly, “How did you find my flu? I’m not listed,”
“Never mind that Potter,” Draco said craning his neck to look up at Harry, “let me in, will you?”
Harry opened the flu and Draco stepped into the room, holding Harry’s biscuit tin.
“Was it your idea of a joke Potter? These biscuits you gave me are cursed somehow! They keep doing unspeakable things to each other!”
“Unspeakable things? What do you mean?”
“Well I’m not going to tell you, am I? I just said it’s unspeakable!”
“Do you mean they’re fighting?”
“If only! Quite the reverse!”
“Quite the… are they kissing?”
Draco shook his head.
“Then what.. oh my god!” Harry gasped as the truth dawned upon him, “ Do you mean they’re shagging? How is that even possible? They don’t have,” he waved his hand in the general direction of his groin.
“I don’t know, Potter, you made them. All I know is that they’re at it like rabbits.“
"I’m sorry Malfoy. I don’t know why they’re doing that, they’re only supposed to dance,” Harry said, wiggling his hips to illustrate and momentarily distracting Draco.
I assure you they are not dancing! They’re… oh see for yourself!” Draco removed the biscuit tin lid and handed it to Harry who nearly dropped it in surprise. Gingerbread Harry was on all fours showing every sign of relishing the fact that Gingerbread Draco was giving him a good seeing to.
“They’re not supposed to do that!” Harry said in a puzzled tone, “Although they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves!” He handed the tin back to Draco who closed it firmly.
“They gave Mother and the Slytherin Ladies Benevolent Society something to talk about I can tell you!”
Harry snorted as he tried not to laugh, “Oh my god, your mother didn’t really see that did she?”
Draco nodded, laughing a little too. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear her shriek!”
Harry thought how handsome he was when he wasn’t sneering.
“You know, the spell ends if you bite their heads off.”
“I’m not eating shagging shortbreads, Potter! Can't you just end the spell?”
"Er, I guess this should do it.” Harry opened the tin again, pointed his wand and cast “Finite”.

The gingerbread Harry and Draco were just ordinary biscuits again. Harry gave a weary sigh. “I feel a bit mean now,” he said. “Like I’ve cock blocked poor biscuit Harry. They really seemed to be having a good time.”
“Hm,” Draco mused, “almost makes you wonder if we’d fit together that well.”
Harry gulped and stammered incoherently. He’d been wondering exactly that. He’d finally had to master occlumency to qualify as an Auror, but even so it was as if Draco had read his mind.
Draco had closed the distance between them and now they were almost touching. “Why should our biscuit selves have all the fun?” he said softly.
Harry licked his lips nervously as he met Draco’s predatory gaze. Was Draco really suggesting they do this?
And then Draco kissed him, pressing his body against Harry’s and all of a sudden it seemed to Harry that there were far too many clothes between them. They fell onto the sofa fumbling with each others' robes. Remembering something he'd once seen in a muggle film, Harry accio’d some butter from the kitchen for lube, and then Draco was inside him, and it was messy and rushed and a bit awkward, but somehow wonderful anyway.
Harry sighed happily. His secret Christmas wish had been for some romance, but right now, all he wanted was to head upstairs for another less frantic go. And who knew what would happen after that.