fic: A Ferret and a Weasel’s Christmas
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mini_festTitle: A Ferret and a Weasel’s Christmas
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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
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ron
Warnings: AU of HBP and DH, flangst, past character death (Harry), m/m relationship.
Prompts: 47. Draco/Ron, Draco remembers the first time he kissed Ron beneath the mistletoe./25. Apparently, Nargles are real, and we just stood under the Mistletoe./4. Snowfall /9. First kiss /16. Gift giving at midnight /29. A reluctant kiss beneath the mistletoe/33 The ghost of Christmas past/35.Mistletoe/36 Champagne./39. Spiked eggnog/50. A New Year, a New Love/53. Kisses at midnight/56 Warm by the fireplace. /57. Mulled wine.
A/N: Yes, character death! But read on because it’s not as bad as it sounds, plus there is a happy ending. And once again much love and thanks to the wonderful w & p for their beta work. Also this is 1300 words.
Ron shivered. The spectral figure hovered above the Yule tree making the magical decorations seem all the brighter and almost ethereal.
“He’s here, a ghost of so many Christmases past,” the ginger-haired wizard said as he sipped his mulled wine.
Draco got up off the couch and went over to Ron. Putting his arm around him, he whispered in his ear, “He’s always here with us. Come over and sit down by the fireplace and get warm”
Ron allowed himself to be led over to the large plush rug in front of the fireplace.
A gentle snow had begun to fall outside, plinking softly against the window. “Harry always loved a white Christmas,” Ron said as he snuggled closer to Draco.
~~
“Do you remember our first kiss?” Draco asked, taking a sip of his own mulled wine.
“Of course. It was the first time since Harry’s death that I felt alive. I wasn’t going to go to the Ministry’s Yule Ball. I thought it was totally disrespectful to not only Harry’s memory but to the memory of all those who died in the war. Harry sacrificed his own life to kill Voldemort. He was the last Horcrux. Mum made me go. She said Harry would have wanted me to, and if I didn’t I could expect a right kick up the arse and it wouldn’t be from her. So I went.”
~~
Draco looked at Ron. “You know he saved me and my mother. Bloody Saint Potter was always saving someone or something, but he couldn’t save himself.”
“Maybe,” Ron sighed heavily. “But maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe he was tired.”
“You know, he convinced me to go to Dumbledore and tell him what Voldemort wanted me to do. That’s when my Godfather and Dumbledore came up with the plan. My mother was taken to an Order safe house. But when the final battle came no one could save him. Part of me always wanted him. I wanted to be able to say that I was shagged by the Savior.”
Ron stared into the fire. “I should have snogged him our fourth year in the common room but I thought he’d think I was a pillow-biter and that it would ruin our friendship. He was my best mate and I’d have rather died than lose that.”
“Do you remember what I said when I saw you under the mistletoe?” Draco asked, looking into the fire as well.
~~
“Yes. I was standing under some mistletoe which I didn’t know, contrary to what you believed at the time, drinking spiked eggnog thanks to my brothers, and ever the snarky Slytherin you came over and said, “Waiting to get snogged, Weasel? Well, I’m about to make you the envy of every witch and wizard here.”
Draco smiled, not a smirk but an actual smile.
“I was so pissed, all I thought was, ‘Bloody hell, what the fuck?’”
“Are you trying to tell me that the only reason you let me snog you…”
“You’re Draco Malfoy. I don’t think people LET you DO anything.”
Draco took Ron’s hand and kissed it. “Ah, so true, my precious Weasel.”
“Anyway,” Ron continued, “I guess, well… I confess I was a bit curious what all the hype was about, so…”
“Well, I have something to confess too,” Draco said, staring into the fire. “I wanted to find out if your passion matched your hair and, well, during that first reluctant kiss under the mistletoe I was convinced that your passion and zest for life did in fact match your hair.”
Draco took Ron’s hand and closed his eyes. “I can still feel and taste your lips. You didn’t kiss right back... as a matter of fact, you started pulling away.”
Ron’s eyes were closed as well. “Yes, and I remember you gently wound your fingers in my hair and…,” Ron swallowed hard as his voice trailed off.
“Yes,” Draco said, his voice becoming heavy with desire. “And then your mouth opened slowly and reluctantly and I felt your tongue. It danced and mingled with mine, and suddenly the kiss wasn’t so reluctant. Afterwards you tried to blame it on Nargles, saying, “Apparently, Nargles are real, and we just stood under the Mistletoe.”
“Even then I knew it wasn’t Nargles. I was…I was doing what I wanted to do despite the spiked eggnog.”
~~
Draco looked at Ron. “I-I was going to wait until New Year’s to give you this… You know, a new year, a new love... Well, maybe not so new. We’ve been together now for three Christmases and it is Christmas again now... Or rather, it will be in about twenty minutes.” Draco saw a light hovering over a small box, wrapped in red foil with a tiny green velvet bow under the tree, and knew that Harry approved.
Draco retrieved the small box from under the tree, then he Accio’d a bottle of champagne and two flutes. “I thought we could give each other a gift at midnight and hopefully we’ll have something to celebrate.” Ron retrieved his own green foil package with a red velvet bow from under the tree, not daring to even think about what the small box from Draco held and hoping that the signature cologne that Ron had made for Draco matched the gift.
What Ron didn’t know was the great Slytherin Prince himself was having doubts as well.
Joining Draco back on the couch by the fireplace, Ron held the green foil gift in sweaty hands.
Draco closed his hands over Ron’s and looked him in the eyes. Then taking a deep breath, he whispered lest Ron hear the fear and uncertainty in his voice, “I know ten years ago we got off to pretty much a right rank start, but…” Draco cleared his throat. “I believe that we’ve come a long way in the past three years and, well, although ten years ago all I wanted was you out of my life, now I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Ronald Bilius Weasley, will you … will you marry me?”
Ron stared at Draco and blinked. Although he was sort of expecting this by the look of the box, it still took him off guard.
~~
Suddenly the light started to take shape and the spectral form of Harry Potter stood before the fireplace. It held up its hand and waved it around, then a bright, wispy light began to encircle Ron and Draco, starting at their heads and spiraling downward until it had encircled their hands. Although he didn’t speak, Ron knew that Harry was telling Ron to say yes.
Ron looked at Draco and swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears but not succeeding. “Y-Yes,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Harry,” Draco said.
After Ron said yes, the wispy light dissipated, along with Harry’s form. Then suddenly the star on top of the Yule tree burst into a brightness of colours that rivaled the Aurora Borealis. The light, although blinding, did not hurt Ron or Draco to look at. It and the light stayed bright until the distant twelfth chime from Big Ben, then with a final burst, the brightness subsided into a calming, peaceful, ethereal glow.
~~
Draco and Ron looked at each other and toasted Christmas, Harry and all those who gave their lives so they and many others could see another Christmas. Then they toasted each other. The star on top of the Yule tree pulsed and a bough of enchanted mistletoe began to appear above Ron and Draco.
“Thank you, Harry,” they both said in unison before kissing and tasting each other’s lips and tears.
Author/Artist:
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
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ron
Warnings: AU of HBP and DH, flangst, past character death (Harry), m/m relationship.
Prompts: 47. Draco/Ron, Draco remembers the first time he kissed Ron beneath the mistletoe./25. Apparently, Nargles are real, and we just stood under the Mistletoe./4. Snowfall /9. First kiss /16. Gift giving at midnight /29. A reluctant kiss beneath the mistletoe/33 The ghost of Christmas past/35.Mistletoe/36 Champagne./39. Spiked eggnog/50. A New Year, a New Love/53. Kisses at midnight/56 Warm by the fireplace. /57. Mulled wine.
A/N: Yes, character death! But read on because it’s not as bad as it sounds, plus there is a happy ending. And once again much love and thanks to the wonderful w & p for their beta work. Also this is 1300 words.
Ron shivered. The spectral figure hovered above the Yule tree making the magical decorations seem all the brighter and almost ethereal.
“He’s here, a ghost of so many Christmases past,” the ginger-haired wizard said as he sipped his mulled wine.
Draco got up off the couch and went over to Ron. Putting his arm around him, he whispered in his ear, “He’s always here with us. Come over and sit down by the fireplace and get warm”
Ron allowed himself to be led over to the large plush rug in front of the fireplace.
A gentle snow had begun to fall outside, plinking softly against the window. “Harry always loved a white Christmas,” Ron said as he snuggled closer to Draco.
~~
“Do you remember our first kiss?” Draco asked, taking a sip of his own mulled wine.
“Of course. It was the first time since Harry’s death that I felt alive. I wasn’t going to go to the Ministry’s Yule Ball. I thought it was totally disrespectful to not only Harry’s memory but to the memory of all those who died in the war. Harry sacrificed his own life to kill Voldemort. He was the last Horcrux. Mum made me go. She said Harry would have wanted me to, and if I didn’t I could expect a right kick up the arse and it wouldn’t be from her. So I went.”
~~
Draco looked at Ron. “You know he saved me and my mother. Bloody Saint Potter was always saving someone or something, but he couldn’t save himself.”
“Maybe,” Ron sighed heavily. “But maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe he was tired.”
“You know, he convinced me to go to Dumbledore and tell him what Voldemort wanted me to do. That’s when my Godfather and Dumbledore came up with the plan. My mother was taken to an Order safe house. But when the final battle came no one could save him. Part of me always wanted him. I wanted to be able to say that I was shagged by the Savior.”
Ron stared into the fire. “I should have snogged him our fourth year in the common room but I thought he’d think I was a pillow-biter and that it would ruin our friendship. He was my best mate and I’d have rather died than lose that.”
“Do you remember what I said when I saw you under the mistletoe?” Draco asked, looking into the fire as well.
~~
“Yes. I was standing under some mistletoe which I didn’t know, contrary to what you believed at the time, drinking spiked eggnog thanks to my brothers, and ever the snarky Slytherin you came over and said, “Waiting to get snogged, Weasel? Well, I’m about to make you the envy of every witch and wizard here.”
Draco smiled, not a smirk but an actual smile.
“I was so pissed, all I thought was, ‘Bloody hell, what the fuck?’”
“Are you trying to tell me that the only reason you let me snog you…”
“You’re Draco Malfoy. I don’t think people LET you DO anything.”
Draco took Ron’s hand and kissed it. “Ah, so true, my precious Weasel.”
“Anyway,” Ron continued, “I guess, well… I confess I was a bit curious what all the hype was about, so…”
“Well, I have something to confess too,” Draco said, staring into the fire. “I wanted to find out if your passion matched your hair and, well, during that first reluctant kiss under the mistletoe I was convinced that your passion and zest for life did in fact match your hair.”
Draco took Ron’s hand and closed his eyes. “I can still feel and taste your lips. You didn’t kiss right back... as a matter of fact, you started pulling away.”
Ron’s eyes were closed as well. “Yes, and I remember you gently wound your fingers in my hair and…,” Ron swallowed hard as his voice trailed off.
“Yes,” Draco said, his voice becoming heavy with desire. “And then your mouth opened slowly and reluctantly and I felt your tongue. It danced and mingled with mine, and suddenly the kiss wasn’t so reluctant. Afterwards you tried to blame it on Nargles, saying, “Apparently, Nargles are real, and we just stood under the Mistletoe.”
“Even then I knew it wasn’t Nargles. I was…I was doing what I wanted to do despite the spiked eggnog.”
~~
Draco looked at Ron. “I-I was going to wait until New Year’s to give you this… You know, a new year, a new love... Well, maybe not so new. We’ve been together now for three Christmases and it is Christmas again now... Or rather, it will be in about twenty minutes.” Draco saw a light hovering over a small box, wrapped in red foil with a tiny green velvet bow under the tree, and knew that Harry approved.
Draco retrieved the small box from under the tree, then he Accio’d a bottle of champagne and two flutes. “I thought we could give each other a gift at midnight and hopefully we’ll have something to celebrate.” Ron retrieved his own green foil package with a red velvet bow from under the tree, not daring to even think about what the small box from Draco held and hoping that the signature cologne that Ron had made for Draco matched the gift.
What Ron didn’t know was the great Slytherin Prince himself was having doubts as well.
Joining Draco back on the couch by the fireplace, Ron held the green foil gift in sweaty hands.
Draco closed his hands over Ron’s and looked him in the eyes. Then taking a deep breath, he whispered lest Ron hear the fear and uncertainty in his voice, “I know ten years ago we got off to pretty much a right rank start, but…” Draco cleared his throat. “I believe that we’ve come a long way in the past three years and, well, although ten years ago all I wanted was you out of my life, now I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Ronald Bilius Weasley, will you … will you marry me?”
Ron stared at Draco and blinked. Although he was sort of expecting this by the look of the box, it still took him off guard.
~~
Suddenly the light started to take shape and the spectral form of Harry Potter stood before the fireplace. It held up its hand and waved it around, then a bright, wispy light began to encircle Ron and Draco, starting at their heads and spiraling downward until it had encircled their hands. Although he didn’t speak, Ron knew that Harry was telling Ron to say yes.
Ron looked at Draco and swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears but not succeeding. “Y-Yes,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Harry,” Draco said.
After Ron said yes, the wispy light dissipated, along with Harry’s form. Then suddenly the star on top of the Yule tree burst into a brightness of colours that rivaled the Aurora Borealis. The light, although blinding, did not hurt Ron or Draco to look at. It and the light stayed bright until the distant twelfth chime from Big Ben, then with a final burst, the brightness subsided into a calming, peaceful, ethereal glow.
~~
Draco and Ron looked at each other and toasted Christmas, Harry and all those who gave their lives so they and many others could see another Christmas. Then they toasted each other. The star on top of the Yule tree pulsed and a bough of enchanted mistletoe began to appear above Ron and Draco.
“Thank you, Harry,” they both said in unison before kissing and tasting each other’s lips and tears.
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Date: 2009-12-06 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-24 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-06 10:58 am (UTC)I was not expecting it but it was a wonderful surprise. :)
This is really lovely thank you so much for sharing.
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Date: 2010-01-24 04:28 pm (UTC)I have never read R/D fluff before and considering the warning
I was not expecting it but it was a wonderful surprise. :)
What a wonderful comment considering that this is only my 2nd R/D story. I'm glad you liked it. *hugs* This is really lovely thank you so much for sharing.You're welcome and Thank You for reading this and leaving such a wonderful comment *bows to you*
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Date: 2009-12-06 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-24 04:30 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading and commenting *hugs and bows to you*
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Date: 2009-12-06 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-24 04:34 pm (UTC)I liked Harry's ghost giving his blessing. :)
When I saw the prompt The ghost of Christmas past I knew I wanted it to be Harry's ghost. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading and commenting *hugs and bows to you*
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Date: 2009-12-07 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-24 04:39 pm (UTC)This was an unexpected pairing! Thanks for giving me a new pair to read, and I always love a proposal!
It was even for me too as this is only my second R/D fic that I've written. You're welcome and I think I have a new pairing to write.
I glad you liked it I liked the proposal too.
Thanks for reading and commenting. *hugs and bows to you*