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fic: Blessed Yule Harry
Title: Blessed Yule Harry
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hogwartsvixxxen
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, drunken Dobby, Flangst, Pagan Religious beliefs, m/m relationship. m/m implied sex
Prompts: 7. Harry/Draco: Traditional Winter Solstice Celebration (none of this Christmas crap)
4. Snowfall/ 6. Candles/candlelight / 8. Fairy/Fairies/10. Fireplace/16. Gift giving at midnight/ 35. Mistletoe/41. Holly/ 46. Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?/56.Warm by the fireplace/57. Mulled wine.
A/N: Being Pagan, I really enjoyed writing this fic. The Horned One contrary to Christian belief DOES NOT refer to Satan but rather is just another name for one of the two primary deities found in the neopagan religion of Wicca and resembles a male stag (deer) more than a goat.
See Footnotes at the end
Voldemort’s birthday was in less than a fortnight and random Death Eater-style attacks were on the rise by Shadow members that wanted to keep Voldemort’s dream alive. Despite Ministry orders, Harry had given his team the night off and had told Kingsley that he and Draco would be spending Yule together and that unless Voldemort himself was resurrected, they were not to be disturbed.
Harry waited outside the Ministry for Draco to finish, the gentle snowfall had turned to rain and in the rain no one could see you cry. The holidays were always difficult for Harry, having lost his family and most of his dear friends in the long 7-year battle with Voldemort. He and Draco had become friends then soon after the final battle, lovers.
An arm encircled Harry from behind as a voice whispered hotly in his ear and a hand captured his groin. “Father Christmas, The Great Mother and The Horned One came early this year and left me this delicious present”
Harry steadied his voice from the tears and said, “Well this present says Do Not Open Till Christmas”
“That’s seven hours from now love, and I don’t think I can wait that long. You know Malfoy’s aren’t a custom to waiting,” Draco said as he began rubbing Harry’s growing arousal.
“Y-You waited over seven years, seven hours is nothing.” Harry tried to keep both the tears and mounting passion from entering his voice.
“We could go back up to my office for a little... Harry are you crying?”
“No I’m fine. Can we just go home? I’m tired. Besides, the snow has turned to rain. So much for a white Yule tomorrow morning.” Harry sighed “Look at everyone running around like a dragon with its head cut off trying to get last minute Yule Gifts for relatives they probably haven’t seen or contacted since last year, all in the hopes of getting something better than they’re giving. And it not just Muggles; it wizards and witches too. I mean, look at them. Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?”
Draco hugged Harry close. You saved them. He wanted to say the words out loud, but he pulled Harry closer. And just as he was just getting ready to Apparate home... “Excuse Me Mr. Malfoy but the Minister wants to see you immediately.”
“Draco no. No! You- you promised. We haven’t even decorated...”
“I know. Harry I know,’ Draco said, taking Harry’s face in his hands. “But I won’t be long. Why don’t you go home, or better yet go to The Burrow and I’ll…”
“No. I’m just going back to our home and going to bed.” If you’re home before Midnight wake me up.” And suddenly, Harry wasn’t there. He hadn’t even kissed Draco goodbye.
~~
The old Grandfather clock chimed nine times when Draco finally Apparated to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Upon entering, he waved his wand. The room became illuminated in colours. Draco smirked to himself. Aside from the white lights, he had to admit that the Slytherin and Gryffindor-esque colours of Yule fit his and Harry’s relationship perfectly.
The Yule tree was decorated with a combination of Pagan, Muggle and wizard decorations. Fairies fluttered about the branches, nibbling on the strings popcorn and cranberries and frowning at and taunting the inanimate pinecone fairies. A gentle magical snow fell on the tree. Holly, colourful lights, and mistletoe hung from every doorway and archway. In the fireplace lay the Yule log ready to be lit.
Dobby and Kreacher had both outdone themselves in helping decorate. Dobby had even hung a sign from the fireplace mantel wishing Harry A Very Harry Christmas.
“Mulled wine hiccup is most all done hiccup Mas-Mas hiccup Master Malfoy”
“I told you Dobby, I’m not your Master.”
“Everything is in readiness Sir for Kreacher lives to…”
Draco held up his hand. “Yes I know now all I have to do is go and get Harry without waking him up and bring him back here.”
“Dobby hiccup house elf has magic can keep hiccup Harry Pot-Pot hiccup…
“Dobby I‘m going to take Kreacher with me and...” Draco watched as Dobby’s ears drooped, and walking over to the door jam, he proceeded to bang his head against the frame.
“Dob-hiccup Dob- hiccup Dob hiccup hiccup-by bad h-house hiccup bad h-house hiccup bad h-househiccup…”
“Dobby! Dobby, listen to me,” Draco said going over to the equally distraught and drunken house elf, “I’m going to give you an even more important task...”
“Mor -hiccup Mor- hiccup Mor-hiccup More important hiccup t-than..?”
“Yes. I need you to stay here and make sure nothing, and I mean nothing goes wrong. And make up the couch in the drawing room with the red and green velvet. That’s where I’m going to put Harry.”
Dob-hiccup Dob- hiccup Dob hiccup hiccup-by bad Dob-hiccup Dob- hiccup Dob hiccup Dob- hiccup-by.”
Dobby banged his head a few more times. “Dobby will do that, Sir for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.”
“Thank You, Dobby. And Dobby, stay away from the mulled wine.”
Dobby’s eyes flashed as his ears drooped and cocked a little to the side. “Yes Sir, Dobby stay away.”
~~
When Draco and Kreacher apparated to the bedroom of their flat, they found Harry sound asleep with a bottle of Firewhisky next to the bed. Draco didn’t see a glass, so he guessed Harry had took a couple of swigs right from the bottle. But, judging from the looks of the contents of said bottle, it was more than a couple. Harry was passed out, pissed, and cold. Draco doubted if he would need Kreacher house-elf sleep magic, for when he tried to wake Harry, he didn’t move.
“Sir won’t be needing Kreacher?”
“Yes Kreacher. Help me with the blanket please,” Draco asked Kreature before performing a Feather Light Charm. Then, with Harry wrapped in a blanket, Draco Apparated them back to Grimmauld Place
~~
Dobby had conjured magic candles and they floated around the red, velvet-covered couch.
“This is perfect, Dobby,” Draco said as he laid Harry on the couch. “Could you please go and make some Dragon Head Hangover potion? Double-strength, please.”
Dobby disappeared into the kitchen while the old Grandfather clock chimed eleven times.
~~
“Harry. Harry, wake up, love.”
“Mmmm tired w-what you want?”
“Here, drink this,” Draco said as he lifted Harry up.
When the vile-tasting potion assaulting his mouth, Harry’s eyes flew open.
“Bloody Hell! What the FUCK!”
“I know it’s not Yule yet, love, but Happy Yule!”
Harry could see sparkling floating lights and squinted.
“Here,” Draco said, handing Harry his glasses.
Harry’s mouth hung open as he put on his glasses and his eyes became adjusted to the indoor winter wonderland that unfolded before him.
“Draco when, I mean when did you do all...”
“Dobby and Kreacher helped. I wanted this Yule to be special for you and well...” Draco cleared his throat and offered Harry some mulled wine. Here, sip this while I light the Yule Log.
Draco waved his wand and the Yule Log in the fireplace came alive with dancing orange, red, and yellow flames.
~~
Harry and Draco sat in silence listening to the soft crackle of the Yule log. The wind picked up and blew buckets of rain against the old house.
“Don’t get me wrong, Draco, this is all more than wonderful, but...”
“But a snowfall outside would be even more magical than one inside?”
Draco made several twists of his wrist. “Niveus Exorior!” Then, holding his hand out, he said, “Come here, Harry.”
Harry walked to the window. “It’s- it’s snowing. And as Harry hugged himself and leaned back into Draco, the old Grandfather clock chimed twelve times.
“Merry Yule, Harry,” Draco said as he captured Harry’s lips. Harry kissed back and opening his mouth, met Draco’s tongue.
The wind blew harder.
Breaking the kiss Draco smirked. “There’s a lot of Mistletoe throughout the house. Let’s drink some more wine, warm ourselves by the fireplace, and open one gift. It is midnight, after all. Besides, we still have to concentrate the Yule tree and while we’re at it we can concentrate our engagement.”
“Draco what…”
Draco handed Harry a simple, black velvet box, but what was inside was far from simple. Nestled in the blackness was a silver and gold band encrusted with rubies and emeralds.
“Will you marry me, Harry?”
Harry looked at the ring and flung himself into Draco’s arms as silent tears fell and collected in the rim of his glasses.
“Draco I, I--”
Draco smirked, “For once the Savoir is speechless.”
Harry pulled Draco to him. “Isn’t it time to open up your Yule gift.”
“Yes but first... Dobby would you and Kreacher bring the bowl of salted water?”
Draco sprinkled the Yule tree with the salted water, and then he and Harry passed the smoke of Winter Solstice incense through the branches, being careful to keep it away from the fairies. Then, hand-in-hand, they walked around the tree with a lighted candle saying, ”By fire and water, air and earth, I consecrate this tree of rebirth.”
Then, Draco picked Harry up in his arms and said, “It’s snowing outside. We have a lot of mistletoe to kiss under and more mulled wine to finish. I still have to open my Yule present, and this cold night is still young my brave Gryffindor.
Footnotes:
Recourses on Winter Solstice and Yule can be found here http://www.wicca.com/celtic/akasha/yule.htm
http://www.sacredgrove.com/1%20Yule.htm
http://www.unc.edu/~reddeer/index/00_holydays.frameset.html
http://www.paganspath.com/magik/hornedgod.htm
Yule Tree Concentration found here
http://www.earthwitchery.com/yule-tree.html
Also enjoy these recipe for Mulled Wine http://www.paganspath.com/magik/hornedgod.htm
Wassail and bonus Winter Solstice/Yule recipes.
http://www.unc.edu/~reddeer/recipe/rec_yule.html#wassail
Spell Niveus Exorior translated here http://humanum.arts.cuhk.edu.hk/Lexis/Latin/
niveus : white, snowy.
exorior : to appear, come forth.
Thank You to the wonderful A for being my beta once again *{hugs her}* also this word count on this is 1550. I hope this is what you wanted.
Author
hogwartsvixxxenDisclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, drunken Dobby, Flangst, Pagan Religious beliefs, m/m relationship. m/m implied sex
Prompts: 7. Harry/Draco: Traditional Winter Solstice Celebration (none of this Christmas crap)
4. Snowfall/ 6. Candles/candlelight / 8. Fairy/Fairies/10. Fireplace/16. Gift giving at midnight/ 35. Mistletoe/41. Holly/ 46. Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?/56.Warm by the fireplace/57. Mulled wine.
A/N: Being Pagan, I really enjoyed writing this fic. The Horned One contrary to Christian belief DOES NOT refer to Satan but rather is just another name for one of the two primary deities found in the neopagan religion of Wicca and resembles a male stag (deer) more than a goat.
See Footnotes at the end
Voldemort’s birthday was in less than a fortnight and random Death Eater-style attacks were on the rise by Shadow members that wanted to keep Voldemort’s dream alive. Despite Ministry orders, Harry had given his team the night off and had told Kingsley that he and Draco would be spending Yule together and that unless Voldemort himself was resurrected, they were not to be disturbed.
Harry waited outside the Ministry for Draco to finish, the gentle snowfall had turned to rain and in the rain no one could see you cry. The holidays were always difficult for Harry, having lost his family and most of his dear friends in the long 7-year battle with Voldemort. He and Draco had become friends then soon after the final battle, lovers.
An arm encircled Harry from behind as a voice whispered hotly in his ear and a hand captured his groin. “Father Christmas, The Great Mother and The Horned One came early this year and left me this delicious present”
Harry steadied his voice from the tears and said, “Well this present says Do Not Open Till Christmas”
“That’s seven hours from now love, and I don’t think I can wait that long. You know Malfoy’s aren’t a custom to waiting,” Draco said as he began rubbing Harry’s growing arousal.
“Y-You waited over seven years, seven hours is nothing.” Harry tried to keep both the tears and mounting passion from entering his voice.
“We could go back up to my office for a little... Harry are you crying?”
“No I’m fine. Can we just go home? I’m tired. Besides, the snow has turned to rain. So much for a white Yule tomorrow morning.” Harry sighed “Look at everyone running around like a dragon with its head cut off trying to get last minute Yule Gifts for relatives they probably haven’t seen or contacted since last year, all in the hopes of getting something better than they’re giving. And it not just Muggles; it wizards and witches too. I mean, look at them. Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?”
Draco hugged Harry close. You saved them. He wanted to say the words out loud, but he pulled Harry closer. And just as he was just getting ready to Apparate home... “Excuse Me Mr. Malfoy but the Minister wants to see you immediately.”
“Draco no. No! You- you promised. We haven’t even decorated...”
“I know. Harry I know,’ Draco said, taking Harry’s face in his hands. “But I won’t be long. Why don’t you go home, or better yet go to The Burrow and I’ll…”
“No. I’m just going back to our home and going to bed.” If you’re home before Midnight wake me up.” And suddenly, Harry wasn’t there. He hadn’t even kissed Draco goodbye.
~~
The old Grandfather clock chimed nine times when Draco finally Apparated to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Upon entering, he waved his wand. The room became illuminated in colours. Draco smirked to himself. Aside from the white lights, he had to admit that the Slytherin and Gryffindor-esque colours of Yule fit his and Harry’s relationship perfectly.
The Yule tree was decorated with a combination of Pagan, Muggle and wizard decorations. Fairies fluttered about the branches, nibbling on the strings popcorn and cranberries and frowning at and taunting the inanimate pinecone fairies. A gentle magical snow fell on the tree. Holly, colourful lights, and mistletoe hung from every doorway and archway. In the fireplace lay the Yule log ready to be lit.
Dobby and Kreacher had both outdone themselves in helping decorate. Dobby had even hung a sign from the fireplace mantel wishing Harry A Very Harry Christmas.
“Mulled wine hiccup is most all done hiccup Mas-Mas hiccup Master Malfoy”
“I told you Dobby, I’m not your Master.”
“Everything is in readiness Sir for Kreacher lives to…”
Draco held up his hand. “Yes I know now all I have to do is go and get Harry without waking him up and bring him back here.”
“Dobby hiccup house elf has magic can keep hiccup Harry Pot-Pot hiccup…
“Dobby I‘m going to take Kreacher with me and...” Draco watched as Dobby’s ears drooped, and walking over to the door jam, he proceeded to bang his head against the frame.
“Dob-hiccup Dob- hiccup Dob hiccup hiccup-by bad h-house hiccup bad h-house hiccup bad h-househiccup…”
“Dobby! Dobby, listen to me,” Draco said going over to the equally distraught and drunken house elf, “I’m going to give you an even more important task...”
“Mor -hiccup Mor- hiccup Mor-hiccup More important hiccup t-than..?”
“Yes. I need you to stay here and make sure nothing, and I mean nothing goes wrong. And make up the couch in the drawing room with the red and green velvet. That’s where I’m going to put Harry.”
Dob-hiccup Dob- hiccup Dob hiccup hiccup-by bad Dob-hiccup Dob- hiccup Dob hiccup Dob- hiccup-by.”
Dobby banged his head a few more times. “Dobby will do that, Sir for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.”
“Thank You, Dobby. And Dobby, stay away from the mulled wine.”
Dobby’s eyes flashed as his ears drooped and cocked a little to the side. “Yes Sir, Dobby stay away.”
~~
When Draco and Kreacher apparated to the bedroom of their flat, they found Harry sound asleep with a bottle of Firewhisky next to the bed. Draco didn’t see a glass, so he guessed Harry had took a couple of swigs right from the bottle. But, judging from the looks of the contents of said bottle, it was more than a couple. Harry was passed out, pissed, and cold. Draco doubted if he would need Kreacher house-elf sleep magic, for when he tried to wake Harry, he didn’t move.
“Sir won’t be needing Kreacher?”
“Yes Kreacher. Help me with the blanket please,” Draco asked Kreature before performing a Feather Light Charm. Then, with Harry wrapped in a blanket, Draco Apparated them back to Grimmauld Place
~~
Dobby had conjured magic candles and they floated around the red, velvet-covered couch.
“This is perfect, Dobby,” Draco said as he laid Harry on the couch. “Could you please go and make some Dragon Head Hangover potion? Double-strength, please.”
Dobby disappeared into the kitchen while the old Grandfather clock chimed eleven times.
~~
“Harry. Harry, wake up, love.”
“Mmmm tired w-what you want?”
“Here, drink this,” Draco said as he lifted Harry up.
When the vile-tasting potion assaulting his mouth, Harry’s eyes flew open.
“Bloody Hell! What the FUCK!”
“I know it’s not Yule yet, love, but Happy Yule!”
Harry could see sparkling floating lights and squinted.
“Here,” Draco said, handing Harry his glasses.
Harry’s mouth hung open as he put on his glasses and his eyes became adjusted to the indoor winter wonderland that unfolded before him.
“Draco when, I mean when did you do all...”
“Dobby and Kreacher helped. I wanted this Yule to be special for you and well...” Draco cleared his throat and offered Harry some mulled wine. Here, sip this while I light the Yule Log.
Draco waved his wand and the Yule Log in the fireplace came alive with dancing orange, red, and yellow flames.
~~
Harry and Draco sat in silence listening to the soft crackle of the Yule log. The wind picked up and blew buckets of rain against the old house.
“Don’t get me wrong, Draco, this is all more than wonderful, but...”
“But a snowfall outside would be even more magical than one inside?”
Draco made several twists of his wrist. “Niveus Exorior!” Then, holding his hand out, he said, “Come here, Harry.”
Harry walked to the window. “It’s- it’s snowing. And as Harry hugged himself and leaned back into Draco, the old Grandfather clock chimed twelve times.
“Merry Yule, Harry,” Draco said as he captured Harry’s lips. Harry kissed back and opening his mouth, met Draco’s tongue.
The wind blew harder.
Breaking the kiss Draco smirked. “There’s a lot of Mistletoe throughout the house. Let’s drink some more wine, warm ourselves by the fireplace, and open one gift. It is midnight, after all. Besides, we still have to concentrate the Yule tree and while we’re at it we can concentrate our engagement.”
“Draco what…”
Draco handed Harry a simple, black velvet box, but what was inside was far from simple. Nestled in the blackness was a silver and gold band encrusted with rubies and emeralds.
“Will you marry me, Harry?”
Harry looked at the ring and flung himself into Draco’s arms as silent tears fell and collected in the rim of his glasses.
“Draco I, I--”
Draco smirked, “For once the Savoir is speechless.”
Harry pulled Draco to him. “Isn’t it time to open up your Yule gift.”
“Yes but first... Dobby would you and Kreacher bring the bowl of salted water?”
Draco sprinkled the Yule tree with the salted water, and then he and Harry passed the smoke of Winter Solstice incense through the branches, being careful to keep it away from the fairies. Then, hand-in-hand, they walked around the tree with a lighted candle saying, ”By fire and water, air and earth, I consecrate this tree of rebirth.”
Then, Draco picked Harry up in his arms and said, “It’s snowing outside. We have a lot of mistletoe to kiss under and more mulled wine to finish. I still have to open my Yule present, and this cold night is still young my brave Gryffindor.
Footnotes:
Recourses on Winter Solstice and Yule can be found here http://www.wicca.com/celtic/akasha/yule.htm
http://www.sacredgrove.com/1%20Yule.htm
http://www.unc.edu/~reddeer/index/00_holydays.frameset.html
http://www.paganspath.com/magik/hornedgod.htm
Yule Tree Concentration found here
http://www.earthwitchery.com/yule-tree.html
Also enjoy these recipe for Mulled Wine http://www.paganspath.com/magik/hornedgod.htm
Wassail and bonus Winter Solstice/Yule recipes.
http://www.unc.edu/~reddeer/recipe/rec_yule.html#wassail
Spell Niveus Exorior translated here http://humanum.arts.cuhk.edu.hk/Lexis/Latin/
niveus : white, snowy.
exorior : to appear, come forth.
Thank You to the wonderful A for being my beta once again *{hugs her}* also this word count on this is 1550. I hope this is what you wanted.
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