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Cheery Christmas music projected throughout the flat as Harry moved through each room, putting the finishing touches on the decorations in preparation for their dinner that evening. He hummed along to the music, out of tune, as he wielded his wand to hang garlands and transfigure cushions into comfortable seats. They were expecting over a dozen people and it was their first time hosting any holiday so he felt extra pressure to have everything perfect.
"Calm down," a voice called as the door opened on the floor below, letting him know Draco had returned home nearly an hour earlier than expected. "I could hear you fretting from the Ministry building."
The thud of feet on stairs came and then Harry saw Draco at the top of the stairs. He moved towards the other wizard, letting the blonde wrap him in an embrace and attempt to soothe the nervous energy that was practically crackling off him. Arms encircled him and he let himself relax into them briefly, before pulling away and pressing a sound kiss to Draco's lips before looking up at him and furrowing his brow.
"That's easy for you to say," Harry retorted. "My parents love you. I swear Lucius still holds a grudge about that time I spilled his tea when we were five. Even though I've apologized. I was a child for Merlin's sake!" Draco shut him up with another kiss and grabbed his hand to tug him towards the sitting room.
"I don't think my father loves anyone," Draco said. "So don't take it personally. Besides, he bought season tickets for your team for him and my mum. That's something, right?"
"I guess," Harry mumbled, letting himself be led to the loveseat in front of the fire. Draco sat first, pulling Harry on top of him and tucking him close.
"Then let's just relax. You've done a wonderful job decorating. The food I prepared is going to be delicious. Let's enjoy the last moment of peace we'll get for the next - oh - twelve hours or so while chaos descends." Harry let himself be lulled by the nice words, resting his head on Draco's shoulder and looking at the fireplace where two stockings hung - one in Slytherin Green for Draco and another in Gryffindor Gold for Harry.
"Have I told you I love you?" Harry asked, closing his eyes briefly as Draco traced circles on his back.
"Love you too," Draco returned easily. "And Merry Christmas, Harry."
"Merry Christmas, Draco."