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Under the Mistletoe: DM/HG Holiday ficlets	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, universe, or any other part of the fandom. No money is being made from this story. I wish.

Chapter List
- 1-Drabble 1: Christmas with the Weasleys
- 2-Draco's Nightmare Before Christmas
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Disclaimer: I don't own HP or any part of the HP fandom. I just enjoy torturing Draco in various scenarios.

Warnings: None except for silliness

Summary: Hermione insists that Draco accompanies her to the Weasley house for Christmas. He receives a stunning addition to his wardrobe.

Author's Note: This little drabble/ficlet was written for the dramionedrabble Christmas challenge. The prompt was tacky holiday jumpers. This is the first part of a series of independent Draco/Hermione Christmas drabbles that I will update frequently and will include various warnings and ratings. I'll add warnings to every chapter.

Comments make my day and keep me writing.

Enjoy.

A Weasley Family Christmas

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"Hermione, Hermione—are you ready to go?" Draco asked running a hand through his hair and looking at himself in the mirror once again. Hermione angled her head slightly in order to get a better look, but she tried to be as quiet as possible. She didn't want Draco to notice her spying from the top of the stairs.

When she didn't respond, he called for her again. "I don't want to be late. It's not polite. And—"

Hermione finally made her way down the stairs and smiled at her boyfriend who was still primping in front of the mirror.

"Oh, Draco," she said with a smile, "stop worrying so much. It's only the Weasleys. They aren't going to bite."

"Right."

Draco still looked uneasy and continued fussing with the collar of his button down shirt. As usual his outfit was impeccable. He was wearing black trousers and a fitted silver shirt that Hermione noticed shimmered in the light. His blond hair was only partially slicked back and a few loose strands adorned his long, handsome face. She loved when he wore his hair like that. It was such an improvement to the helmet head style he used to sport back at Hogwarts. Now, he looked completely edible.

"Maybe I should change. Does this silver shirt wash me out?"

"Draco—"

"Maybe it's too bright. What if all the masses of ginger are reflected in my shirt?" He shuddered briefly and ignored Hermione's pointed glare. She decided to let that comment slide since he was obviously a nervous wreck.

"That would be awful," he continued. "Perhaps a green shirt would be better. That's festive, right?"

Hermione sighed and put her arms around Draco's slim waist. "Shhh-"

She turned him around and kissed him softly, her eyes full of adoration for this gorgeous but completely mental man.

"Everything is going to be fine. Remember—Mrs Weasley even came and invited you in person."

"I know," Draco said averting his eyes to the floor. "It's just…why do we have to go? Let's stay here...just the two of us. I'll make it worth your while." He pulled her closer and started nibbling on her neck.

Hermione moaned softly at Draco's kisses, but quickly pushed him away. They couldn't afford to get distracted right now.

"Stop that, love," she insisted. "I've told you this before. The Weasleys are like my family, especially now that I no longer have my parents." She tried her best to keep a wistful look off her face, but even if she had to guilt Draco into going she was going to get her way.

"But—"

"No excuses, Draco. We're going to spend New Year's with your mother and Andromeda, so it's only fair we spend Christmas with my family."

Draco ran a hand through his hair again and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Fine," he said as he bowed his head in defeat. "Just let me change."

Hermione chuckled at him and tugged his arm towards the fireplace.

"You look fine, love. And you don't need to change because…"

Draco raised his eyebrows at her. "Because why?"

"Never mind," she said innocently. "Let's just go. We don't want to be late."

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Draco was completely overwhelmed by the sea of endless redheads that surrounded him. Apparently, the Weasley clan was still expanding. He tried his best to force a pleasant expression on his face rather than his usual scowl. It was just rather intimidating being in such a small space with so many people. Of course, he had visited the Burrow before, but he'd never seen so many people crammed into the living room. It made him want to run and hide in the loo for the rest of the party, but he couldn't do that; he knew he had to make a good impression for Hermione. After all, he had promised her. And he needed to find the Weasley matriarch to thank her for her generous hospitality, so he sent Hermione off to go entertain Potter and his herd of adoring brats.

When he spotted a large red blur of a woman dressed in a lime green hand knit jumper, he gulped deeply. The jumper was embroidered with a fuchsia, glittery Christmas tree and reindeer. There was so much glitter and clashing colours that it hurt his eyes just to look at it.

I can do this. Just be charming. He plastered what he hoped wasn't a noticeably fake smile on his face and headed towards Mrs Weasley.

"Thank you so much for having us, Mrs Weasley," he said, politely. He grabbed the older woman's hand and kissed it briefly. "You are looking so lovely today, in that festive jumper. Did you do something new to your hair?"

Obviously, Draco was lying through his teeth; he found the Weasley jumpers to be hideous and incredibly tacky, especially this year where the common theme seemed to be bright colours and glitter. Still, Draco was a Malfoy and Malfoys always behaved properly when invited to other people's homes. A proper guest should always compliment his hostess.

Mrs Weasley blushed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Aren't you such a charmer? And so handsome too," she said still blushing. "I'm glad you like the jumper, dear. They are a family tradition, and I made it myself."

"Well, you a very talented," Draco replied with a flirtatious smile. He was laying it on a bit thick, but he really needed to impress this woman for Hermione's sake. As his mother always told him: "Flattery will get you everywhere, especially with women."

Mrs Weasley beamed at him and grabbed him by the arm. Her long fushia nails were digging into his wrist.

"Come on," she said as she pulled him towards the giant Weasley Christmas tree that was also covered in shades of fuchsia, lime green, orange, and red. Where the hell did this woman get her colour schemes? Colour schemes are supposed to complement each other not clash horribly and induce seizures. It looked like a cracked out Christmas elf had thrown up on her tree.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," she said as she reached under the tree fumbling through the stack of presents.

Draco tried his best to smile at her again even though she was mutilating his wrist. What is she going to do me?

She finally released his wrist and passed him a brightly wrapped package in tones of clashing red, green, and orange. "Here you go, dear. It's not much, but I think you're going to like it."

Even if the wrapping was ghastly, Draco couldn't help but feel touched. It was very kind of this woman to get him a Christmas present. He'd only met her a handful of times previously, and granted the obvious fact the he didn't share a particularly pleasant past with the rest of her family, it made the gesture even more meaningful. He smiled at her again, this time one of his real but rare, dazzling smiles.

"That's too kind of you, Mrs Weasley," he said as he unwrapped the gift. He wasn't sure what to expect, but it most certainly wasn't this. Inside the messy paper was a bright orange Weasley jumper that was adorned with a dark green and glittery DM in the centre.

Draco's eyes opened wide, and he bit his bottom lip. The jumper was so bright that it hurt his eyes. He blinked furiously at Mrs Weasley and opened his mouth slowly.

"This was completely unnecessary," he said in what he hoped was a kind voice.

"Do you love it?" The older woman asked while beaming at him; her blue eyes were twinkling and her smile reached all the way up to the slight crow's feet that were forming on the side of her face.

"Hermione told me how much you love glitter. And now you're part of this family too, so I figured it would be perfect."

Draco pulled the red headed woman into a tight embrace and scanned the room for his evil girlfriend. Of course, Hermione had helped Mrs Weasley design that fashion atrocity. Hermione was going to pay for this and dearly. No wonder she was making herself scarce. He gulped as he released Mrs Weasley; he needed to say something about the jumper and soon.

"It's one of kind," he said trying his best to smile and not shy away from the puke inducing garment.

"Well, put it on then. Ron and the other boys are already wearing theirs." Mrs Weasley pushed the jumper towards him. "It will look perfect over that lovely silver shirt you're wearing."

Draco gulped. Oh yes, Hermione was going to die a horrible and painful death for this.

~Fin

Author's note: That's it for the first holiday drabble. I'll be posting more drabbles as I post them for dramionedrabble. However, if anyone has any requests on holiday Dramione prompts/situation let me know and I'd be happy to write them.

Thank you for reading. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Cheers.

~Icicle
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