What would make us all very happy (me especially) is if you expended the lil ficlet you made where draco steals Harry's sweater, because its adorable and perfect and everything I need in my life and I'm dying for more
Ok~ (edit: I wrote this thinking anon meant the hoodie stealing fic but they also might have meant the holiday jumper stealing fic. Hopefully, I picked the right one or at least made them happy?)
Stealing Sweaters (Part 2)
“Potter. Potter. Potter!”
Harry looked up from his plate across the table at Draco with a frown, “What? I’m right here, you don’t have to shout, you twat.”
“Then answer the first time,” Draco sniffed.
Harry rolled his eyes, “What do you want?”
“Do you want my potatoes?” He pushed his plate halfway across the table.
Harry frowned at them, “What’s wrong with them?”
“There’s nothing wrong with them. You ate some of them, you daft wanker.”
Harry made a face at him, “What’s wrong with yours then?”
“Merlin save me,” Draco muttered, briefly pressing his fingers to his forehead. “I just don’t want them.”
“Don’t you like the roasted potatoes?” Harry asked.
“No.” Draco said flatly, “Now do you want them or not.”
Ron leant over and pointed at Draco with his fork, “Liar. I’ve seen you eating them.”
“On occasion,” Draco said stiffly.
“They’re one of your favourites,” Ron went on mercilessly.
Draco glared at him, “Well today they’re not.”
“They’re Harry’s favourites too,” Ron said.
“So?” Draco said.
“They’re the first dish to run out,” Ron said with mounting frustration, “You could just be honest and say you got them for him.”
Draco gave him a cold look and then turned away like Ron had ceased to exist. He picked up his plate and dumped the potatoes onto Harry’s plate and then stood up. “It’s not my fault you’re too scrawny,” he said and marched off.
“Hey! I am not!” Harry yelled after, standing as well. He went to follow and hesitated, glancing at his plate and quickly shovelling down the potatoes before running after him.
Ron slowly dropped his forehead onto the table with a thump, “They’re going to be the death of me… If I don’t strangle them with my bare hands first.”
Hermione patted his back sympathetically, “Well, you tried.”