Author Note: I still do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. And I do not own the movie, The Santa Clause.
Harry walked into the living room of his and Draco's apartment on Christmas Eve night, rubbing his eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"Draco?" He questioned seeing the blond man sitting by their Christmas tree, playing with an ornament. "What are you doing?"
"Shh," Draco whispered. "I'm waiting for Santa Clause."
Harry was floored.
"Umm, what?"
"Well, I'm waiting for Santa Clause so I can push him off the balcony and I can become Santa!"
Harry took a few moments to grasp what just came out of Draco's mouth.
"I don't think it works that way."
"Why wouldn't it?"
Harry went to explain but Draco cut him off.
"And if I'm Santa, Scorpius would be so happy and all of his school friends will be jealous! And we can live in the North Pole! It'll be great!"
Harry taken aback by all of this, stood their dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.
"What?" Draco asked after a bit.
"Maybe we shouldn't have watched The Santa Clause," Harry said slowly.
"Nonsense! It was very informative."
"Draco, it wasn't real," Harry blurted out by accident.
Draco stopped messing with the ornament and looked up at Harry, hurt and sadness filled his eyes.
Harry shook his head. "It was made up. It was created as just a cute Christmastime movie."
"So, does Santa not exist then?"
Harry looked away. Glimmers of hope filled Draco's eyes.
"Yes," Harry stated. "But if you don't get to sleep then he won't stop here and there will be no presents for Scorpius in the morning."
Draco jumped up off the floor, grabbing Harry's hand. "We can't have that! Let's go!"
Draco practically drug Harry to their bed, excited for the next day.