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Title: Exceeding Expectations
Author: TBD
Recipient: sassy_cissa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Draco tries to prove himself to Harry's friends and family.
Notes: Dear Sassy_Cissa, I hope you enjoy this. Happy Holidays!


Exceeding Expectations



Draco scanned the room, wand raised, prepared to correct any errors. This needs to be perfect.

"It looks great, Draco," Harry said. "So what do you think? Are we ready?"

Draco pursed his lips. Their flat, which they'd shared for the past ten months, looked quite festive. Garland decorated the mantel, there were red floating candles casting a warm glow over the room, and the Christmas tree was covered with a combination of decorations from Draco's childhood and newer ones that Harry had purchased since they'd started living together. All because his wretched Muggle relatives never gave him a Christmas. Well I shall.

Slowly, Draco smiled and lowered his wand. "Oh, we are more than ready. The only question is if your friends and family are ready for the fabulous evening I have planned for them."

Harry sighed. "You realise you don't have to do this, right? You've nothing to prove."

Draco rolled his eyes. He'd seen the way Molly and Ginevra Weasley glared at him when they thought he wasn't looking. He had plenty to prove. And this is the night. After this, no one will be able to say that I'm not a good enough partner for Harry. "You don't honestly believe that, do you?"

"Of course." Harry sighed. "Truly, Draco. They all love you."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

Harry coughed. "Well they like you. Mostly."

Draco smirked. "Whatever. After tonight's dinner, they are going to adore me." I've everything planned out.

"Merlin, what are you plotting?" Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around Draco as he rested his chin on Draco's shoulder. "I know that look."

"I've no idea what you're talking about," Draco said, his hands covering Harry's. "Not everything I do is some sort of plot."

"Yes it is," Harry murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of Draco's neck and making him shiver. "It's just a good thing I love you."

Draco chuckled. "It's a good thing you have such great taste in boyfriends, you mean."

"That, too." Sighing, Harry pulled away. "And it's almost time, so I guess I should get ready."

"Need some help?" Draco asked, eyeing Harry as he walked towards the bedroom.

Harry laughed. "If you 'help' me the way you usually do, then our guests will arrive and we'll still be getting ready."

"And your point?" Draco purred, eyes on Harry's arse.

"I thought you wanted to make a good impression?" Harry tossed over his shoulder. "You won't if they arrive and you're molesting me in the shower."

Draco huffed. "Spoilsport. Fine, just hurry up!"

Walking into the kitchen, he checked the state of the soufflés he'd slaved over all day. They were rising nicely, and humming, Draco eyed the roast, which was under a Stasis Charm, the potatoes, and the wine, which was open and breathing on the counter. He'd planned his menu carefully in order to show his versatility in the kitchen. He'd even quizzed Harry to find out what sort of food his friends liked. "They'd better appreciate this," he muttered.

Emerging from the kitchen, Draco moved once more into the living room to wait. Settling on a sofa, he could hear Harry in the shower and, biting his lip, he imagined what he probably looked like with his hair wet and body slick and wet with soap and water. Knowing Harry, he's in there wanking, too.

Draco moaned. He loved watching Harry wank, almost as much as he loved sucking him-- Realising he was hard, Draco traced the outline of his cock through his trousers, his eyes at half mast. He was just about to undo his flies when the Floo flared and George Weasley came through.

Jumping to his feet, Draco cleared his throat, blushing under George's all too knowing gaze. "Bad time?" he purred.

"Of course not," Draco snapped, pulling his robes closely around him and thanking the stars he'd decided to wear them. "Welcome."

George grinned. "Thanks." He winked. "You know, that was almost sincere, Malfoy."

Draco smirked. "I try. Where's everyone else?"

George rolled his eyes. "Angelina was right behind me but you know girls. Never on time."

"Actually, I don't," Draco deadpanned.

George blinked, then laughed, clapping him on the back. "Yeah, I guess you don't at that. Oh, here comes someone--"

To Draco's relief, it was Granger, a Kneazle in her arms, Severus coming through directly behind her. Relaxing slightly since he had one ally present, Draco smiled. "Severus. Granger."

Granger sighed. "My name's Snape now, Draco," she said, slipping her free hand into the crook of Severus' arm.

"Right, yes, of course," Draco said, keeping a straight face. He did love doing that. He eyed the Kneazle. "And who's this?"

Granger flushed. "I hope it's okay that I brought him. Crookshanks was anxious, and I couldn't leave him alone."

"Well, I'm sure I can find some cream somewhere," Draco said. "Does he have a cage?"

"Of course not!" Granger looked shocked. "He's a free creature who deserves to run without being contained--"

Severus shook his head. "We should move away from the Floo," he said, tone soothing. "Presumably others are coming?"

As if in reply, the Floo flared and Ron Weasley, hand in hand with Lavender Brown, stumbled in. Grateful for the distraction, Draco turned away to greet them. "Weasley. Brown. Do come in." They were followed in quick succession by Angelina, Percy and Luna Lovegood, Bill and Fleur, Ginevra and Dean Thomas, and, finally, Arthur and Molly.

With everyone's arrival, Draco started offering drinks. Happily, Harry, fresh from the shower, joined them just as Arthur began getting a bit too insistent to pitch in and bartend.

"That's not necessary," Draco said, steering Arthur towards a sofa. "Harry and I've got this. Just relax."

"You're sure?" Molly, looking as if she was itching to go into the kitchen, smiled. "I wouldn't mind helping--"

Harry patted her arm. "You cater to us when we visit, Molly. It's your turn to take it easy now."

"All right," she sighed, looking perturbed. "But I'm happy to--"

"We know," Draco murmured. "We'll ask if we need anything. So, would you like red wine, white wine or rum punch?"

To Draco's surprise, everyone seemed pleased to be there, even Ron, who kept going back for more of Draco's punch. "It's a success," Harry whispered in his ear as people milled about and socialised. "I told you it'd be fine."

Draco hummed. "We haven't had dinner yet. We'll see how that goes." But he was pleased. Even Ginevra wasn't glaring at him; she was too busy, pointing out the flying decorations on the Christmas tree to Thomas.

After a few minutes Draco summoned people to the table, which he had set with the heirloom Malfoy china. "Oh, how lovely," Molly exclaimed as she sat.

Draco smiled. "Thank you."

"Your father is probably spinning in his grave at the thought of Weasleys eating off Malfoy dishes," Severus murmured as he sat. "I'm proud of you, Draco."

Hiding a grin, Draco took his seat and, raising a glass, said, "I'd like to propose a toast." Once everyone was looking at him, he continued, "As your hosts, Harry and I would like to welcome you to our home. Here's to a family Christmas."

"Hear, hear," said Arthur, raising his own glass.

Molly, dabbing at her eyes, smiled. "Thank you for doing this, Draco. We've always considered Harry to be our son, and we'd be thrilled to consider you one, too."

To his surprise, Draco felt his eyes prickling. It was only Harry's hand settling on his thigh that steadied him. "Thank you," he managed. "So, shall we eat?"

"About time," muttered Ron.

Molly kicked him, making him wince. "Hush, Ronald. You're a guest," she hissed.

Ron scowled. "Well if we're considering him family, then--"

As they argued, Draco waved his wand, and the platter on which 
the roast should have been sitting sailed out of the kitchen and towards the table. Instead of his beautiful roast, however, it was Crookshanks that was sitting on the platter, licking his paws.

"Crookshanks!" exclaimed Granger. "There you are!" Her eyes widened. "What have you done?"

Draco stared in horror at the platter. "Merlin, Circe and Morgana. It ate dinner."

"Wait, does that mean there's nothing to eat?" whinged Ron, hissing as Lavender smacked him in the arm.

"There's still potatoes and veg," Harry offered weakly. "And Draco made a fabulous soufflé--"

"I'm sure that will be fine," Molly said firmly, glaring at Ron. "We don't have to have meat at every meal."

"Or at all," chimed in Lovegood. She leaned forward. "Wrackspurts like dead animals, this meal may be safer."

Granger, busy cooing over her Kneazle, didn't say a word, although Severus inclined his head at Draco in mute apology.

Holding on to his composure by a thread, Draco rose. "If you'll excuse me. I shall see if I have an alternative main course."

Barely making it to the kitchen, he sagged against the counter, breathing heavily. A moment later, arms wrapped around him. "Are you okay?" Harry whispered.

Draco laughed bitterly. "What do you think? Dinner is ruined, Ginevra is probably out there plotting ways to cook for you so you'll leave me and start dating her, and Ron is probably laughing--"

"Stop," Harry said. Turning Draco to face him, he clasped Draco's face between his hands, gazing deeply into his eyes. "First, I'm with you because I love you. Nothing anyone else does will ever change that. Even if we did break up, which we won't, I'll never be with Ginny. And dinner isn't ruined. Everyone loves your potatoes, Molly's even asking for the recipe."

Draco sighed. "I just wanted everything to be perfect. Molly puts together family meals every Sunday--"

"And she's been having them for decades," Harry reminded him. "You grew up with house-elves--"

Draco's eyes widened. "That's it! Bippy!"

Within seconds, Bippy, the Malfoys' hereditary elf, popped into the kitchen. "Master Draco?"

"How quickly can you produce a beef roast?"

The elf blinked. "Immediately, Master Draco. You is needing?"

"Yes."

A moment later, Bippy was holding a platter on which was a roast.

Harry coughed. "Hermione doesn't really approve of house-elves--" He froze when Draco raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose she won't complain this one time."

"I'd like to see her try," Draco said, Levitating the platter out of Bippy's hands. "Thanks, Bippy. I may call you again."

"Of course, Master Draco."

When they returned to the dining room, they were met with smiles. Ron actually leaned forward, licking his lips. "I take back everything I ever said about you, Malfoy."

Granger's eyes narrowed. "How--?"

Draco set the platter in the centre of the table. "Do you really want to know, Granger?"

Lips compressed, Granger sat back in her chair, Crookshanks firmly clutched in her arms. "Perhaps not," she conceded.

After that, dinner proceeded well. The soufflé was a hit, and as everyone gathered around the Wireless to sing Christmas carols, Draco found himself next to Ginevra. "Not bad, Malfoy," she murmured under her breath. "You'll do."

When everyone had left, Harry dragged Draco over to the sofa. "That went really well. I think everyone had a good time. I'm tired, though."

"Mmm," hummed Draco, eyes closed. "They did seem to enjoy themselves, didn't they? I will say one thing, though."

"What's that?" Harry asked, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder.

"The next time Granger's Kneazle messes with me, it will be on the menu," Draco declared.

Harry laughed. "Maybe next time we should just go to Molly's for dinner."

Draco exhaled. As far as he was concerned, he'd proved himself. Exceeded expectations, even. He smiled. "Works for me."
The End

Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
sassy_cissa
Dec. 22nd, 2012 02:08 am (UTC)
Oh mystery author, this is exactly what I needed today to put a smile on my face.

I'm a bit under the weather and receiving this today was perfect.

I love how hard Draco tried to make everything perfect. AND you included some Snape/Hermione. loves, loves, loves


OMG...Crookshanks eating the roast was priceless. I could see the platter coming out with him in the middle of it. :P

Thank you again for such a wonderful gift. ♥
alisanne
Jan. 1st, 2013 10:00 pm (UTC)
Yay that I could give you a smile, bb! *hugs*
So, did you guess it was me? ;) I was hoping I managed to surprise you a little... *g*
And yes, I was wavering about including Snermione, but you do seem to enjoy it, so I figured, why not? ;)
Poor Crookshanks better had better hope he's never in a room alone with Draco. Heh.
*smooches*
Glad you enjoyed it, hon! ♥
torino10154
Dec. 22nd, 2012 02:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, Draco's adorable trying to impress everyone. Crookshanks, on the other hand, is in the doghouse. LOL Sweet and fun, great job!
alisanne
Jan. 1st, 2013 10:02 pm (UTC)
*pets him* Yeah, Draco was pretty stressed, bless him.
And yes, Crookshanks is definitely on the bad list. "Doghouse"? Bwahahahaha!
Thanks, hon! Glad you enjoyed it!
juniperus
Dec. 22nd, 2012 03:08 pm (UTC)
So lovely! Draco's preparations, the comfortable, warmth-filled dialogue... and Crookshanks! LOL!
alisanne
Jan. 1st, 2013 10:03 pm (UTC)
Hee! Poor Crookshanks. He'd better be sure he's never alone with Draco. ;)
Thank you, my dear! *hugs*
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