Just Someone to Buy Presents For

Chapter 1

Ianto was walking down the street trying to cheer himself up for Christmas. There was a week before Christmas and he had nobody to share it with and he wished nothing more than to have a special someone to celebrate it with. Jack left and everyone else was dead.

Draco had been home moping for a while until about a week before Christmas. Severus had done everything he could to cheer him up before he gave up and shoved him out the door.

Ianto was looking around at all of the Christmas decorations and displays. Thy didn't make him feel any happier like he thought they would. He just looked around at the reminders that he would be spending the holidays alone.

Draco headed off to a muggle shopping area to look around. They always had the best decorations and he didn't want to be recognized anyways. He wasn't looking where he was going and he ran into a very handsome fellow. He lost his balance and ended up in the man's arms, "Pardon. Sorry, I admit looking where I was going." He extricated himself from his arms and stuck out his hand, "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Ianto was walking alone before a bright blonde ran right into him. Ianto did his best to react and that meant he automatically put his arms around the man to hold him up from falling. Ianto reluctantly let Draco go. He smelled quite nice, sort of like freshly cut wood and something sweet. He smiled at Draco, "Nice to meet you, Draco. I'm Ianto, Ianto Jones." He took his hand in a firm handshake.

Draco smiled at Ianto, "You out doing Christmas shopping for family and friends?" he asked.

Ianto's face fell slightly, "No, I uh- no. How about you?" he asked trying to sound cheerful.

Draco looked at him wearily and shook his head, "Did you Already buy your gifts?"

Ianto shook his head not being able to hide the sadness anymore, "There is nobody to buy gifts for anymore."

Draco hesitantly put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I know how you feel. Would you like to get a drink? I'll pay; I've got enough money," he said moving his hand to Ianto's arm and squeezed it.

Ianto looked up, "You don't have to do that, but if you really would like to, I'd love to get a drink with a handsome man like yourself."

Draco, forgetting that Ianto was a muggle, apparated them to his favourite wizard bar.

Ianto was not expecting that unfamiliar pull in the pit of his stomach and when they arrived he fell to the floor trying not to vomit the contents of his stomach.

"Ianto! Are you all right? I'm so sorry I forgot to warn you and I didn't think to ask you if you we're a wizard."

Ianto looked up, "I think I'll be alright. Just give me a minute."

Draco sat down next to him rubbing circles on Ianto's back. Unfortunately that minute gave enough time to let the reporters know that Draco Malfoy was in. "Ianto, do you think you could get up and walk for just a moment?" he asked in a whisper.

Instead of answering, Draco just jerked his head in the direction of the doorway and saw the shadows of the reporters pushing their way through.

"You're...you're famous?" Ianto squeaked.

Draco nodded, "I'll explain later, just let me get us to a more private area." He gently lifted Ianto up and guided him to his private table.

Ianto smiled kindly up at him turning a light shade of pink, "Thanks," he mumbled.

They sat down and Draco cast some privacy charms so they could be left in peace.

"So you're famous," Ianto said.

Draco nodded.

"And you're a wizard."

Draco nodded again.

"Why aren't you basking in the glory of the press?" Ianto asked curiously not trying to sound judgmental.

"Not really my thing." Ianto nodded, "Did I interrupt your Christmas shopping?" Ianto asked.

Draco shook his head, "I've already done what little I have to do. If you don't mind me asking, why did you seem so sad when I asked you if you we're out Christmas shopping?"

Ianto sighed, he knew the question would come up sometime. "I don't have anyone to shop for. All my friends either left or died and I don't get on with my family at all."

Draco looked at the Welshman with worry. He ordered two whiskeys for them. Ianto immediately took his and shot it back.

Draco ordered him another.

Ianto smiled at him.

"I'm sorry," Draco said, "unfortunately, I know exactly how you feel."

Ianto looked up at him, "How so?" he asked.

"There was a major war between the light and the dark wizards. All of my friends supported the Dark Lord and had to be killed or sent to Azkaban. The only difference is that I still have two people left. My godfather and my son."

"You have a son? You're very young to have a son already, although I must say you have probably lived a lifetime already." Ianto put his hand Draco's and gave it a squeeze.

Draco looked up at him in surprise, "You know, you pretty much saved my life tonight. I didn't think I had anything to live for anymore, but you are worse off than I am. Now, I'm not saying I'm glad you don't have anyone, but I can feel grateful for what I have." He raised Ianto's hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, "I don't know if this is the alcohol talking or if I'm just crazy, but would you like to come home with me tonight? We could- we could find new happiness in each other, and maybe, provide someone to get gifts for." He looked down at his drink scared of what Ianto's response would be.

Ianto took Draco's hand and brought it to his lips like Draco had just done, "If you'd like," he said softly.

Draco smiled a big smile. "Want to go?"

"God yes."