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“It’s not fair,” Draco whined childishly. “It doesn’t look like me!”
Harry laughed. “It totally does!”
“No, it doesn’t! You just created that so you could laugh with your friends at my expense when they come over on Christmas Eve,” Draco pouted.
“Come on, why would I do that?”
“To make me look like an idiot, obviously.”
Harry sighed. It was their first Christmas together, and he’d thought it was a brilliant idea to paint matching gingerbread cookie ornaments to look like them; only, Draco seemed rather displeased by the result. “Come on now, show me yours since you’re so sure it looks better.”
“Oh, it looks so much better!” Draco replied, chin high.
It did look so much better, as a matter of fact. Draco had painted his ornament with such care it looked like a renowned artist’s work. In fact, it looked way too perfect... “Draco, we had agreed not to use magic. Of course yours looks perfect; you had to hand paint it!”
Draco opened his mouth in outrage. “So now you’re saying I cheated? Not only you make me look horrible on your ornament, you also don’t believe I painted mine by myself?”
Harry raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry! No need to get all defensive. I just thought, you being a perfectionist and all, that maybe…”
“Forget it. We’re not hanging them on the tree.”
“What!? Why not? They look cute!”
“Mine looks cute, Harry, yours just looks like it’s been crucioed.”
Despite himself, Harry burst out laughing. “Are we really arguing over a couple of gingerbread ornaments? We’re unbelievable. Really, I didn’t mean to upset you; I’m sorry you don’t like how I painted you. I’m not the greatest artist, I’ll admit. You’re the creative one.”
This seemed to cheer Draco up a bit. “Am I now?”
“Mh-h. Besides, I honestly don’t think any painting could do you justice. You’re too beautiful for your own good.”
This cheered Draco up a lot. “Suppose I am,” he said, straightening his shoulders.
“So, you’ll let me hang this lovely gingerbread man on our tree?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Alright.”
“Even if it looks like it’s been crucioed?”
“I was thinking, perhaps your friend will laugh more at your artistic abilities than at me.”
Harry smiled. “Of course they will.”
And so they hanged their gingerbread ornaments next to one another. One was beautifully painted, with lovely green eyes framed by round glasses, and a lightning scar on its forehead; the other one with blond hair that looked more like a spoonful of mustard had fallen into the ceramic, and two round points where the eyes should have been.
When their friends came over, they did laugh, both at Draco and at Harry’s painting abilities. But neither Draco nor Harry thought about removing the ornaments; they were part of their first Christmas together now.