A/N: Okay, so, I'm back and taking a break from my other fanfics. I realized that, well, it's Christmas (obviously), and this is my first Christmas here. :)) So I'll try to make it extra special. I started working on this first chapter since 2 pm and finally finished five hours after. Don't worry, I'll try and finish this by 12. :)) I'll be gawking at my monitor all night. Mwahahah.

Anyways, hope you like this extra special Christmas special. dedicated to all of you. 3

Draco Malfoy squinted as he woke up in his flat. There was a soft, muffled tinkling from all around him, playing either happy and joyous melodies or slow, praising ones. Draco frowned, staring at the ceiling, praying silently; please let this all be one heck of a nightmare…At last he got the courage to tilt his head on his pillow to look at the calendar and clock propped on his bedside table.

He took one look at the calendar, and groaned, stuffing his face back in his pillow again.

An hour later, he got up again and went to the tidy kitchen groggily. He frowned when he opened the cupboard and found numerous boxes of cereal there, all of which had something to offer for this season. He grimaced and thought that he would skip cereal for breakfast and toast some bread for once.

As he put two loaves on his shiny silver toaster, there was a commotion next door, which includes of a wall banging open, a loud, masculine cry of "Ho, ho, ho!" and the delighted squeals of children. Suddenly, Draco felt thankful that he didn't have cereal today; if he had, he would've gagged right into the bowl.

Now, the explanation to all of this? Well, it's just one simple sentence. Draco Malfoy despises Christmas.

He stared around his flat as the steady ticking of the toaster filled his ears. Not one festive decoration was put up, making the silver-and-green motif of his flat all bland and not at all lively. But Draco preferred it that way than putting up RED AND GREEN decorations, singing yuletide 'carols' (which he calls songs of the hags), and invite people he doesn't really want to invite to his own home to wolf down all his year's supply of food in one, hefty meal and get away with it.

There was a sudden cling! From the toaster and he hurriedly went to get the toast and put some butter and sugar in it. He hummed to himself in what he called a tune as he walked to the Muggle contraption (Muggles call it 'television', or 'TV' for short) he bought. He turned it on as he sat on his favorite couch and flicked through the channels, cutting everyone's lines with a simple click from his remote.

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry – " click!

"Would you ever forgi – " Click!

"Hark the heeeraa – " Click!

"Fiiiive Gooldeen - " Click!

"Aaargh!" Draco cried in frustration and turned the TV off, "Why the hell is some annual, ridiculous 'tradition'," he put some imaginary air quotes when he said them, "mean to everyone? I mean, what good would it do if they flood their houses with mangers and little toy trains and a plastic tree decorated with orbs roughly the size of a Bludger?"

There was silence as he panted, glaring at no one in particular. He threw the remote on the couch and strode to the bedroom, running his hand through his tousled, white-blond hair in frustration. He hurried into his bathroom and took a nice, warm shower. After that he put on a white shirt, pants, shoes, a thick coat, and his old Slytherin scarf just as his fireplace burst into emerald green flames and out stepped Blaise Zabini.

"Hey, Blaise," Draco said, waving a bit. His smile faltered when he saw Blaise grinning widely, the old mischievous glint he so hated glinting in his eyes.

"What are you up to?" Draco asked, suspicious and a little wary. There was something in his gut shouting at his brain to be careful.

"Oh, nothing," Blaise replied, shrugging nonchalantly, his face in contrast with his voice, which was thick in excitement.

Blaise yanked Draco's arm and pulled him to his fireplace, saying, "You're going to be late, at this rate. You've got a special dinner with Harry and the others, remember?"

Draco smacked his forehead. Of course! How could he have forgotten?

"You're thinking 'how could I've forgotten'," Blaise said, smirking.

Draco winced. "If I wasn't sure that you're my best friend I'd classify you as a Trelawney."

Blaise put on a mock hurt look as Draco dusted himself. Draco works at the Ministry, and he sees Harry Potter, 'the Boy Who Lived' (Death Eaters call him 'the Boy Who Just Won't Die Already'), when he's not behind mountains of paperwork for the Auror Headquarters. They've been getting along well, even Ron, so well, in fact, that Harry invited him for Christmas dinner in his first house (the second being Number 12, Grimmauld Place) with his family (Ginny) and friends (Ron and Hermione).

"I bet you're excited to see Hermione again," Blaise said, shattering his internal babble and making him resurface to reality.

"W-what?" he stuttered, blinking.

"You know," Blaise said, rolling his eyes like a gay and saying his next words slowly like Draco was a confused two year old, "You… like… Hermione… Gra – "

"La la la la la la! I can't hear you! La la la la la!" Draco shouted, drowning Blaise's words, covering his ears with his hands.

"Real mature, Draco. I bet that's why the girls are all fawning over you," Blaise said sarcastically as he put on some Floo Powder to the fireplace. He shouted "POTTER RESIDENCE!" and pushed a scowling Draco to the green flames.

Draco was spinning as he saw numerous wizard fireplaces where the people were seen toasting to some peers or welcoming other people or decorating their houses. Draco was about to close his eyes when he stepped out of Harry's fireplace. He opened his eyes and met a room that was lavishly decorated with a red-and-gold motif. Red and gold silk ribbons ran from the walls in gentle waves. Holly was seen in every corner of the room. A big tree stood in the far corner, decorated with colorful, glittery orbs and ribbons, including a silver star on top. There were brightly wrapped presents at the bottom.

Just as Blaise appeared from the fireplace, Draco muttered: "Kill me."

A/N: Please review. At least you can give me a review on Christmas :DD