~Drarry one shots~

~Christmas Olympics~

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS PART 2

"My dearest colleagues who actually cared to read the invitation I sent them or just got the privilege to have a desk near this arena," Harry shouted from the office chair he was dangerously standing on, catching peoples attention. "May I introduce you to the second Christmas Olympics!" Uninterested, dull claps echoed across the office, no one really was caring. "We counted your votes and this year's teams are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy and yours truly. This is the year of the couples!"
"Hold up!" A voice shouted from the back of the room. A familiar face swerved her way through the crowd, pulled over another office chair and stood on it to reach Harry's height.
"Hello Ginny, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, very confused at her appearance.
"I was just picking up something for dad, but not my point. As I was going to say, you cant host this, as you're biased! So I have the day free so I'm gonna host it," She said casually.
"But you're biased too? We dated and are friends, you like Draco, you've known Hermione for years and Rons your brother," Harry protested. He liked being the commentator!
"Shut up and get off my podium before i deduct points," She replied, rolling her eyes.

"Right hello working people, I'm sure you're loving this distraction to your important ministry work. I'm Ginny Weasley and I'm your commentator for this years Christmas Olympics. The first round is simple. As you can see, some people whos name I dont know bringing two smallish Christmas trees into the clearing. The two teams will pick a theme from this bowl and will have 5 minutes to decorate their tree. Then I shall pick which one I like best and they'll be the winner!" Ginny read from the script Harry had prepared.
"She's not sticking to the script. I would've been a much better commentator," Harry grumbled.
"Stop being a toddler, we have an Olympics to win," Draco snapped. One thing Harry admired about Draco was how competitive he was. It stemmed back to his Quidditch days and it always was something that lingered on Harry's mind. It also made him confident about this competition; there was no way in the world Draco would let them loose.

"Right if team Drarry would like to pick a theme from the box," Ginny announced. Draco stepped forward.
"Go get them, babe!" Harry shouted, making the growing crowd of interested people chuckle under their breaths.
"Potter, shut up!" Draco growled through clenched teeth. Bravely, he put his hand into the bowl and picked out a piece of paper. When he opened it, Harry noticed his discreet look of disappointment; on the outside, he appeared calm and collected, but on the inside, he was probably very mad.
"Read it out for our audience,"
"Glittered outdoors," Draco said awkwardly, the two things he hated the most. They were screwed.
"Shit," Harry muttered, trying not to look absolutely doomed.
"Ah one of the combo themes, we threw a couple of those in this year," Ginny lied, not having the slightest clue what Harry did to prepare for this. "And the other team?" Hermione stepped forward and picked out a theme, grinning as she read it.
"Ugly cat!" She laughed.
"Just stick Crookshanks on the tree!" Draco shouted out and Ron put his middle finger up at him.
"Good rivalry between the two teams, but please get to your stations you have decorating to do," Ginny commanded.

Harry and Draco walked over to their tree and rummaged through the content of the box.
"Right, as we know, I'm the better decorator of the two of us so you pass me the stuff and I'll place it on the tree, capiche?" Draco instructed, in his game mode. He was in this to win.
"Capiche boss," Harry laughed, saluting him. Draco glared at Harry, knowing he wasn't taking this seriously.
"Okay teams, your five minutes begin...." Ginny began, emphasising the tension in the room. "Now!"

Harry threw a glittery squirrel at Draco catching him by surprise as he hit him on the shoulder and coated him in red glitter.
"Harry you fucking shit!" He shouted, placing it on a branch with one hand as he brushed off glitter with the other.
"Just put these somewhere!" Harry argued back, shoving pinecones in Draco's hands.
"Fucking glitter and outdoorsy shit!" Draco muttered.
"Keep the language to a minimum," Harry warned swatting away glitter from his face.
"Shut. up." Draco replied. "Look at their tree it's so much better than ours." he groaned.
"Whos sounding like a toddler now?" Harry teased. "Now take this fox and shove it somewhere," (a/n: I am sorry for all the dialogue)
"I'll shove it where the sun doesn't shine," he muttered.
"Hey! foxilicious didn't deserve that," Harry gasped.
"Okay times up!" Ginny shouted.
"We still lovers?" Harry asked dramatically, batting his eyes.
"Only cause you have money," Draco grumbled.