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A/N; This kinda popped into my head and I had to do something with it (by the way, I don't know shit about wine lol). Hope you like it and I hope you have a very Merry Christmas. Love Vik xxx
Please Come Home For Christmas.
Draco dashed through the door of his London flat with so much enthusiasm he almost introduced his forehead to the telephone table that stood in the hall. After catching himself at the last second, he straitened up and glanced around to make sure no one had seen. Unfortunately two teenage girls had chosen that exact moment to come down the stairs and witness the entire scene and had rudely cackled with delight.
"You know, even a carrot wouldn't be caught dead wearing that shade of orange, but to each his own I suppose" Draco had cruelly quipped and slammed the door on their stunned faces. He grinned to himself as he watched the orange girl bolt back up the stairs through his peep hole.
"Serves you right, ugly" He whispered to himself.
Remembering why he had been so eager to get home, Draco spun around and with a sinking heart he realised that all the lights were off.
'He isn't here' he thought to himself 'It's just you now.'
Draco slumped against the door and wallowed for a second in the grief that settled in the pit of his stomach. He should be used to this by now, the emptiness he felt on arriving home to a dark cold flat. The loneliness of having no one around. He had felt it yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that... He had hoped today would be different though. Today was Christmas Eve and he was sure today was the day. The day 'He' would come back.
The dark empty hallway seemed to press Draco against the door, as though it too were grieving for the loss of the person who took care of it and wanted to do so alone.
"Yeah, well I miss him too!" Draco snapped at nothing in particular and roughly pushed himself away from the door. He flicked the lights on as he made his way through the moderately sized flat. He glanced around for any sign that someone else had been there since he had left for work that morning, but it all looked exactly the same.
Draco wandered into lounge and wished he hadn't. The emerald green couch that sat in the middle of the room looked lonely without its usual inhabitant sprawled across it. The fire that should be roaring in the grate had disappeared along with… 'Him'.
Out of complete spite, because he knew how much it would severely irritate 'Him', Draco stood on the solid oak coffee table and gazed at himself in the large ornate mirror. He sighed at the sight that greeted him. Of course he was still shockingly handsome, his silvery blonde hair tussled into an organized mess, his pale skin flawlessly smooth and his charcoal grey designer suit perfectly fitted and showing off his most desired features effortlessly. But his silver eyes looked dead, they had lost their sparkle.
"Oh get stuffed!" He spat at the mirror and then childishly stamped his foot against the antique table. Something reflected from behind him caught his attention.
He turned and glimpsed the wine rack in the kitchen and with a smirk he jumped down from the table and made his way over to 'His' vintage collection. Being sure to choose the oldest and most valuable of the 20 or so bottles, Draco stabbed the corkscrew into the top and smiled to himself when it popped out. 'Ha, you leave me! I drink your wine!' he thought to himself smugly.
Not even bothering to grab a glass, Draco proceeded to drink from the bottle whilst scowling at the infuriating flat that seemed intent on making him miserable.
He slowly sauntered back into the hall and plonked himself down on the telephone table, pushing the button on the answering machine in the process.
"You have no new messages" The awful phone women announced with, in Draco's opinion, absolute glee.
"Wench!" he muttered taking a huge gulp of wine "Bet no one calls you either!"
Sighing again and glancing longingly at the front door, Draco spied a pile of white envelopes sat on the door mat. His eyes narrowing suspiciously, realising that these offending items were probably why he almost fell on arriving home, he bent over and swept them up. From beyond the door Draco heard voices and, for a moment excitement bubbling in his stomach, he glanced out of his peep hole. The excitement quickly turned to annoyance when he realised it was the carrot girl again. Out of pure irritation alone ('How dare that orange girl build my hopes up!!!') Draco threw the door open as the two girls were passing and snarled 'You still look orange you know!" and slammed it once again. After jumping in fright at the abrupt appearance of the perfect looking blonde man, the girl bolted back up the stairs followed by her friend. Draco was sure he heard her begin to cry. 'Ha, Good!'
Still helping himself to generous amounts of wine, the blonde stomped his way into the bathroom to find his pyjamas. Now usually Draco would wear nothing to bed, but since 'He' had gone he couldn't seem to bring himself to sleep in the bed they had shared, and he wasn't about to sleep on the couch naked! He pulled off his suit, shirt and tie and threw them in the hamper, uncaring of the fact that they were all dry clean only, and pulled on the grey long sleeved top and grey and green tartan trousers. Picking up the wine and pile of envelopes from beside the sink, Draco stomped back through to the lounge, turning on the radio and grabbing another bottle of wine along the way and sunk into the soft cushions on the couch. Steeling himself for what was to come, Draco downed the rest of the wine and banged the bottle on 'His' coffee table, hoping it would leave even the slightest imperfection.
Even though he had prepared himself for the onslaught he still winced as he tore each envelope open.
"Merry Christmas from Our house to Yours" wince "Seasons Greetings" flinch "To a Special Couple at Christmas" (Draco stuffed that one down the sofa cushions before he could react to it). Another sigh escaped the blondes lips as misery descended upon him.
He really wished 'He' would come back.
Draco sat for a few minutes, nursing his new bottle and let his mind drift back to the day his world ended. He remembered the crushing grief as he watched 'Him' walk out the front door with his ruck sack and suitcase. Draco had sat at the telephone table and cried for hours.
Shaking his head to clear the heartbreaking image, Draco downed more of the 2nd bottle of vintage wine and at last felt slightly numb to everything. The song playing in the background caught his attention and he jumped up to turn up the volume. He recognised it and closed his eyes as he began to relate to it. Swaying precariously to the melody.
"Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news,
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues,
My baby's gone (my baby's gone) I have no friends,
To wish me greetings once again."
Draco nodded, agreeing with the lyrics "Ain't that the truth!" he muttered. "Choirs will be singing Silent Night, Those Christmas carols by candlelight, Please come home for Christmas (please come home), Please come home for Christmas (please come home), If not for Christmas by New Years night."
Draco eyed the picture above the Stereo and pulled it off of the shelf. He turned and grabbed the wine and stood on the coffee table, still swaying to the music."Friends and relations send salutations, Just as sure as the stars shine above (yes they do), This is Christmas, Christmas my dear, The time of year to be with the one that you love."
"But he isn't here!" Draco wailed, clutching the photo to his chest and taking another swig from the now empty bottle. As he began singing along, his voice taking on the pain of the song, he used the bottle as a microphone. "Then won't you tell me, you'll never more roam, Christmas and New Year (Christmas and New Year's), Will find you at home, There'll be no more sorrow, no grief or pain, Coz I'll be happy (happy) that it's Christmas once again."
Shouting the last note and stamping his foot for emphases, Draco let his mock microphone swing back down to his side "Bon Jovi knows about pain" he announced to the room.
The stereo cut out and Draco spun around to find Harry leaning against the door frame, suitcase at his feet, arms crossed and a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head in amusement and rolled his eyes at the Slytherin.
"Are you going to be like this every time I have an away match? And that better not be my vintage merlot!!!"
The End.
Merry Christmas xxx