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“I look ridiculous,” Draco said under his breath as Pansy approached him. “I can’t believe I left a—” he stopped himself “—a once in a lifetime work experience for this.” The Ancient Room had jumped back into full testing again and a few of the other Unspeakables were slated to open a sealed urn from a great and ancient Chinese wizard that afternoon.

“What could go wrong?” Hermione had asked him.

He’d raised an eyebrow, “Something most definitely will.”

But instead of witnessing the great reveal, Draco stood in the corner of an enchanted igloo wearing a jumper covered in multi-colored stockings that read WELL HUNG across the chest. Pansy grinned and Draco decided immediately that she was having too much fun. “The invitation said bring a jumper or one will be provided for you,” Pansy said.

“Did it now?” Draco looked around for the mess of raven hair he’d walked in with. “Potter failed to mention that specific detail.”

“Hmm, well if you had shown up for the ransom drop like any good friend would’ve, you might’ve known about the jumper requirement,” Pansy said unapologetically. “But you were too busy…” she cut off at the sight of Harry approaching.

Harry smiled, “Hey, Pansy.”

She narrowed her eyes. “It’s Parkinson to you, Potter.”

“You let Luna call you Pansy,” Harry pointed out.

“Yes well,” Pansy lifted her chin. “Luna is a rare and special friend.” She glared at Draco. “Who single handedly helped me—” Blaise had come over from one of the buffet tables and pointed to his plate stacked full with chocolatey confections. “Oh,” Pansy eyed them. “Excuse me.”

Draco sighed as she saddled up next to Blaise and walked off.

Harry nudged Draco’s arm. “She’ll get over it. She knows we were at the Ministry.” Draco nodded and took a look at Harry. He bit his lip. Somehow Harry had managed the only normal looking holiday jumper at the entire party. It was red and white and deliciously fitted, littered with various snowflake patterns and small, blinking white lights.

“Your jumper is—” Draco simulated a yawn. “—making me long for the days of the purple shag coat.” He arched a brow. “And the mesh shirt.”

“Draco, shut up.”

“Your nipples.”

“Draco stop.”

“They should never be covered.”

“I’m walking away now.” Harry playfully glared and then broke his gaze to stare out at the rest of the party. Luna, Neville, and a few others were off dancing to a modern take on “Wizard’s Bells”, while a few groups stood mingling around the well stocked food tables. Harry’s hand reached out and grabbed Draco’s arm. “Is that Cormac McLaggen?”

He nodded. “Yes. Apparently, he entered into an accidental marriage contract with one of the Fae.” Draco sipped his hot toddy. “They’re having quite a time trying to find representation for the annulment.”