That Old Silk Hat: A Christmas Challenge Fic

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus











In response to LadyBlueEyes Christmas Story Challenge, I give you a Holiday drabble.















A visit to young Grace Malfoy(from His Saving Grace) on Christmas…









Four year old Grace Elizabeth Malfoy was supposed to be abed. Mummy and Daddy had tucked her in early after Daddy read her The Night Before Christmas and whispered their special poem in her ear as he did every night. She lay in her bed for hours; her body vibrating with excitement for tomorrow was Christmas. She thought of all the brightly colored presents already beneath the tree and she had to bite her lip to keep from squealing in delight. There were even more presents at Nana and Papa’s and her Papa had promised her something very special. Oh how she hoped it was a pony!







She couldn’t contain her excitement any longer and slid from her bed, sliding her feet into her fuzzy slippers. She cracked open her door, peeking out into the hall to make certain the way was clear before she tiptoed her way to the top of the stairs. She descended halfway when she saw him and had to clap her hand over her mouth to stifle her happy little scream. Father Christmas was sneaking through the house. Dressed in a long velvet cloak that covered his head with a sack slung over his shoulder he crept into the lounge where Mummy was curled into a chair reading.







She stepped down another few steps and poked her head around the corner just as he laid his bag gingerly on the floor in front of the fireplace. Oh so slowly he moved up behind Mummy’s chair and grabbed her shoulders. She yelled in surprise then began laughing as she uncurled herself from the chair and got to her feet. With her head tilted to the side she smiled at Father Christmas and walked towards him.







Grace nearly screamed when she saw her mother put her arms around Father Christmas’s neck and give him a kiss. It was hidden by his hood but there was no mistaking the sound of kisses, even when you were only four. Shocked and angry she turned and ran up the stairs and back to her room. She hurried to her fireplace and floo called her papa. He had connected her floo to his house so that she could always get to him when she needed him, or even if she just wanted to talk to him.







Within seconds her Papa’s sleepy face appeared.







“What is it, Princess?” He asked. As soon as he saw her blue eyes filled with tears he stepped through into her room and gathered her into his arms. “What is wrong, darling?” He held her against his chest as he sat on the edge of her bed. He was in his pajamas, his housecoat and slippers forgotten as he rushed to his granddaughter’s call. She sniffled, her little hand immediately twining in a lock of his hair, a familiar comforting technique she had since she was a baby. Lucius had even gone as far as allowing a thick lock to be cut off so she could have it with her always. There was nothing in the world he would deny her for he loved her above all things.







“I saw…I saw Mummy….Mummy was kissing Father Christmas!” She wailed, burying her little face against his shoulder as she sobbed. “My Daddy is going to be so mad!”







Lucius patted her back and cuddled her close until she stopped crying and settled against him with the occasional hiccup and sniffle. He shifted her from his lap and tucked her back into her bed.







“I am sure you didn’t see your mother kissing Father Christmas, Princess.” He said as he tucked her in and kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep now.”







“But I did, Papa! I saw them! He is downstairs right now!” She cried, sitting up.







“Alright, alright, lay down and Papa will go down and have a look.” He said, tucking her once more beneath the covers. He sighed and exited the little girl’s room and made his way down the stairs. He knew his son and daughter in law would wonder why he was in their house in his pajamas in the middle of the night should they find him there, but if it would ease Grace’s mind he would endure the humiliation of it.







He slowly peered around the corner to see Hermione and Draco, dressed as Father Christmas, setting presents beneath the tree and stuffing stockings. When he had put the last present down Draco sat in a large arm chair and patted his knee.





“Come sit on Santa’s lap, little girl.” He said suggestively to his wife. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned as she walked to him and settled on his knee.







“Are you going to give me something special for Christmas?” She asked, her arms looped about his neck.







“That depends….have you been naughty or nice?” He asked as he tugged on the sash of her robe.







“My husband thinks I am the nicest when I am being naughty.” She said with a wink.







“Oh you are definitely getting something special for Christmas…in fact; I think you might get it a little early, Missus.” Lucius quickly turned away when Draco tumbled his wife onto the floor and made his way back upstairs to Grace.







“Was he still there?” She asked, peeking above the blankets.







“I can assure you that your Mother was only kissing his cheek to thank him for bringing your gifts, your Father was there too, you just didn’t see him.” Lucius said, sitting on the side of her bed.









“Do you think he brought me what I wanted?” She asked excitedly.







“I don’t know, what did you ask for, Princess?” If her parents hadn’t gotten it for her he would make certain that she had it.







“A little brother.” She grinned.







“Oh…I wouldn’t be surprised if Santa wasn’t working on that as we speak.” He chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her dimpled cheek.











Happy Christmas everyone!!!