Draco finished his sandwich and bangers. He even stole another one off Harry's plate, who fake batted his fingers away.
"I can make more if you want," Harry chuckled.
"Nah... I just wanted to steal one. You can take one of Blaise's."
"One of my whats?" Blaise said, coming down the stairs.
"Some sausages. Draco stole one of mine," Harry tattled.
Blaise came around the counter and started the coffee pot. Then he looked at the sandwich. "Awe, thanks. Looks delicious."
"No problem. They're under a charm, so if you want to wait until Neville gets up...."
"Thanks. He jumped into the shower. I'll wait for him," Blaise said, getting coffee cups out.
"How was..." Draco broke off.
"Night or morning?" Blaise muttered. "Sad in the morning. Night was better. His Gran was great. Some muttering about Neville and me being together... but after a certain hex to an uncle that will not be named... no one else seemed to want to say shit."
"Hexing the in-laws? That's bold of you," Draco said, smiling.
"It would be, wouldn't it? But..." Blaise paused, and a proud, happy smile spread across his face. "Neville was the one who hexed him."
Harry and Draco both smiled back. Blaise was obviously impressed by his boyfriend. Neville had not been known to fight back. Draco faintly recalled being punched by him at a quidditch match once... and there was that whole Dumbledore's Army bit seventh year. Neville was traditionally a pacifist until push comes to shove. And apparently, his uncle shoved him.
"That's... great?" Harry said, awkwardly. "Draco turned into a ferret, again."
Blaise tilted his head. "Oh, really? And what were you doing as a ferret, Draco?"
Draco blushed. "It was for the children, Blaise. Their parents decided to regale them with tales of 'Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret'."
Blaise laughed. "That was f'n hilarious. Draco was all like... Potter this... Potter that... and Moody just went pop! No more obnoxious, mouthy Draco."
"Hey!" Draco objected. "I was not...."
"What?" Blaise said, daring Draco to challenge him. "What weren't you, Draco? Love-sick? Desperate to get Potter's attention?"
"Shut up!" Draco snapped, red-faced. "Ass."
"Potter's A...."
"Blaise!" Draco said, mortified.
"Isn't it too early to taunt Draco," Harry said, taking Draco's hand in support but still laughing at his expense.
"It's never too early," Blaise shot back. "So, other than Draco's descension in the animal kingdom, everything went okay at the Weasleys?"
"Yes..." Harry said, looking at Draco, who nodded in agreement. "I think it went very well. The kids had a great time. It was nice to see everyone again after so long. Charlie only visits once a year. Bill and Fleur maybe a couple of times a year."
"It's nice to have a big Christmas, though. Even Neville's relatives... most of them, anyway, were welcoming. It was... weird to have... people to spend the holiday with," Blaise said, and looked up as Neville came down still drying his hair with a towel.
"Morning! Oh, breakfast, thank you!" Neville said, as Harry handed him a plate.
Blaise and Neville happily finished their breakfast. Afterward, they exchanged presents with each other around the tree. Nothing too extravagant, but whatever Blaise got Harry, Harry blushed and shut the lid quickly. He was read and offered a forced thank you. Draco wasn't going to ask what Blaise got him, but if he had to guess, it had to do about sex. Draco left it at that time, and they thanked each other for their gifts.