So on LiveJournal I asked my friends what they would like for the holidays and my friend Krissie, who also has a SkyeHawke acocunt) said, "XDDDDD Yeah, to quote my IM...'um...uh...H/D fic with...Draco having a stuffed chicken.'"

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Uozumi

Prisim

Harry sneezed.

Draco laughed and ducked as a dusty sheet flew at him. They were upstairs in the uppermost part of the Malfoy mannor going through the attic that hadn't been touched in a decade or more, most likely during the second war. The two had been enemies then and had stayed that way until recently. Amongst circumstances that were impossible during the war, Harry and Draco had gone from enimies to playing a dangerous psychological game, to finally ending up together only a few years previous.

Due to the secrecy and insanity of the relationship, none knew and still no one was wiser.

Opening a chest, Draco sat cross-legged before it and peered inside glancing over his shoulder at a small laugh from where Harry was looking through a box. "What?"

"This." Harry held up a simple stuffed chicken.

Insantly Draco was a cross the room and had the stuffed animal in his hands, eyes lighting up for a moment. "Chickie!"

Harry stared and then Draco cleared his throat. "It was just a toy," he muttered and cast it back into the box in disgust. "We're looking for something much more important."

Harry glanced down at Chickie and then back at Malfoy before closing the box and moving onto another.

"Trust Mother to hide them somewhere unexpected," Draco commented as he handed Harry a goblet of wine.

Harry glanced up from where he was twirling a clear ring that was around his left middle finger. Accepting the goblet, he nodded absently.

"Do you like them?" Draco came to sit down on the sofa by him. "They're an heirloom. Many centuries ago the first Malfoy asked his bethrothed what sort of ring she would like. He expected her to say gold or silver or even mithril, but she replied 'Give me a ring that shimmers like a new day, a rainbow, or the sunshine.' So he set out to find such a gem. He found a smithy and asked him what gem could give him a rainbow, the sunshine, and a new day. The man said that a diamond could capture sunlight and a new day, but a rainbow was impossible, so the first Malfoy moved on," Draco paused, turning his own ring made of the same substance as Harry's.

"So he ventured on and for ten years he searched for the gem that would bring him sunlight, a rainbow, and a new day. He couldn't find it, so he returned to her and told her that he couldn't find the gem she sought. She smiled at him and told him that she had found it, but it was something that he had overlooked.

"She presented him with these rings made of glass and spelled to never break," Draco's voice trailed and then he looked to Harry. "It's a lesson no Malfoy understands. I mean...glass? A diamond can bring everything but a rainbow. What is so special about a rainbow?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't think that's the point."

"Which is why you're with me I guess," Draco sighed. "It's why Mother was with Father and Grandmother was with Grandfather and so on...It's almost a prerequisite I think."

Harry shrugged and finished his drink.

It was early afternoon when he woke. Groggily Draco squinted in the light. Harry had never slept so late. If anything, Harry tended to wake early out of habit. But, he was holding something rather close, and he only held...

"Chickie...?" Draco sat up, staring at the small stuffed chicken in his hands. "How did...?"

Glancing at the doorway, he swung his legs over the bed and clutched the stuffed animal around its neck. How dare Harry -

Then he froze and looked down at the plaything before pursing his lips. "Stupid toy." Then Draco put it atop his dresser and went off to get dressed for the day.

The End