Disclaimer: All characters used belong to J.K Rowling. I am only borrowing them. I'm not making any money from this :D

A/N: I'm in the cheery holiday spirit. I've done a Christmas fic before… Haha. Now, I'm doing another one :P I think this would be my first fic with short, short chapters. Drabbles of sorts. So, don't expect loooong chapters! :-)

Please bear with me. The chapters might not correspond to the dates xP

Summary: Harry and Draco are counting down the days until Christmas arrive. Enough said.

Warning: M/M! Smex (I think). Fluff. God, if this is not your cup of tea, then go somewhere else. If you read my stories before… WELCOME!

I am going to begin my chapters with the first few words to the well known Christmas song and end with something I made up. The tempo might be off lol.

13 December 2008

On the first day of Christmas…

Draco shivered under the covers. The weather was so bloody cold; body heat did not work anymore. Draco could feel something missing… He blindly groped the left side of the bed, where Harry should be.

Where's my personal heater…?

But he found air, wrinkled sheets, and a slight dent in the mattress. Harry left the bed not too long ago.

"… Harry…" Draco groaned and scrunched up his forehead. When Draco received no answers, he struggled to get his eyes opened.

Things were blurry; Draco blinked a few times to get his eyes adjusted. The blond lay there for awhile, wishing he could just stay in the room with his boyfriend, snuggling together under their fluffy blanket, and maybe do something more…

"Draco?"

Malfoy did not bother to hold his head up. Instead, he let out a grunt to let Harry know he was awake.

Harry chuckled and walked out from the adjoined bathroom; he was wrapped up with a warm bathrobe.

"You're in a right foul mood today, love," Harry whispered as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He bent down and kissed Draco on his nose. "Get up, blondie, you have a meeting with Kingsley today. You don't want to be late." Harry was about to get up but Draco let out a low growl and he was yanked back down. Harry's face hovered a mere inch above Draco's. The blond slowly had the tip of his tongue lick a wet trail across his lips.

"I told you not to call me 'blondie', Potter," Draco sneered, "you should be punished."

"Mmm… I like it when you're all rough," Harry murmured. "Normally, I would ravish you and keep you in bed…"

"Then do it," Draco whispered, the sneer was gone and in its place was a hopeful look. "I really don't want to be in another meeting…"

"You have to, babe," Harry said, an apologetic smile on his lips. "I know it's Saturday and—"

"Exactly! It's Saturday! Tie me up, keep me here, and ravish me!" Draco begged; he even bared his neck for Harry. "If you do it, I'll even promise to go with you to the Weasley's tomorrow night!"

Harry laughed and shook his head; he patted Draco's cheek and sat up straight. Malfoy put on his best 'puppy look'.

It didn't work.

"No, Draco. I am not going to tie you up. Kingsley will kill me for keeping his best Auror at home. He did say this will be the last time… Then you'll have three weeks off!" Harry tried to make his boyfriend smile again by being cheerful. Draco was anything but happy. "He told me it was your Christmas present."

"Pfft… Whatever. Fine! I'll go… You don't love me anymore," Draco sniffed. "Just let me walk off to another awful, boring, dreadful meeting, and did I say boring?" Malfoy threw the blanket to the side and got off the bed, leaving Harry to stare at his naked backside. "I bet it's one of those long meetings since it's the last one. Don't expect me to be back early."

Harry was mesmerized by the way Draco's bum was jiggling as he walked around the room. He was having second thoughts. Maybe he should keep Draco home…

"… I'll wait for you. Dinner will be ready when you come back," Harry said.

Draco was rummaging through his wardrobe for his work robes. He turned around and walked back over to where Harry was still sitting. Smiling warmly, Draco leaned down and claimed Potter's lips. He could never get enough of Harry's warm, plump lips.

"I'll see you tonight, Harry," Draco whispered against the corner of Harry's mouth.

"Mhmm…" Harry was breathless after their kiss. "Try to be back as soon as you can. I might even have a surprise waiting…"

"A surprise?" Draco asked, smirking, "it's not Christmas yet."

"I'm counting down the days," Harry smiled. "Just know there's something waiting for you."

"Yeah. You," Draco purred.

"No!" Harry let out a giggle and shoved Draco away. "Go get ready or you'll be late."

Harry was transfixed as Draco walked away, who deliberately swayed his hips as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Damn Kingsley."

.: HPDMHPDM :.

Just as he had foreseen, the meeting was extremely long and boring. Basically, Kingsley told them about the upcoming cases, none of them were interesting to Draco. They were small cases; there were even one or two cases where somebody reported of having a boggart in their house… Draco tuned those out. Actually, the blond probably only paid attention in the first twenty minutes before zoning out and images of Harry waiting for him on their bed, naked, took over.

Draco stomped his feet a couple of times, getting rid of the snow that clung on his boots, before opening the door to their house.

It was warm and something smelled really good… God, how Draco loved Harry's cooking.

"Harry?" Draco called out as he hung his wet winter coat on the coat rack.

As he walked deeper into the house, Draco could make out soft, flashing lights coming from the living room. He and Harry had put up the Christmas tree, even though it was two weeks before Christmas. Harry had insisted to have it up and to have faery lights floating around it.

Draco couldn't say no to his boyfriend.

"Harry?" Draco called out again. Where is he?

He was going to go straight to the kitchen when he heard a soft shuffling noise from the living room. Draco stopped, walked backwards, and turned left into the living room. What he saw made his eyes bulge out and his blood rushing south.

Stretched underneath their seven foot tall Christmas tree was Harry. Except… Harry was wearing… absolutely nothing but a Santa hat on his head. Draco could see everything, and that included Harry's thick, hard cock, which was being stroked to full arousal. Draco let out a choked gurgling sound and stumbled forward.

Harry had been waiting for his lover since six o' clock. Now, it was half an hour later. The brunet was worried that he might catch a cold just from sitting there, under the tree. Harry had heard Draco the first moment when the front door opened. Now, his boyfriend was right where he wanted him.

Perfect.

Harry gave Draco a flirtatious smile and reached up, flicking the small bell that was woven into the tip of his hat. His other hand was lazily tugging at his now aroused prick.

"Hello, Draco," Harry purred and opened his legs wider. Draco gulped and was painfully aware of how tight his trousers had become.

"Holy… fuck."

… a naked Harry under a tree.

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A/N: Hope you like it! I'll try to update everyday :P