Author's note: I kind of feel like I'm just rambling. I need a plot! Arrgh….Just stick with it…I'll get there in the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own it!

The next morning, Harry woke to a warm, but regrettably empty bed. He tentatively stretched, wincing when his half-healed injury flared with pain. He coughed tiredly. Despite his first good night's rest in over a week, he still felt exhausted, sick, and drained. He reached over to the nightstand, and his fingers groped blindly until they located his glasses. He shoved them on his face and glanced at the clock. 12:30. A note he hadn't noticed before was propped up next to the clock and written in familiar handwriting. He picked up the sheet of untidily torn parchment and his curious frown turned into a warm smile.

Harry-

I had to pop into the office for a little while, but I should be back no later than three. I'll pick up Teddy on my way home. Hope you feel better, and STAY IN BED.

Love, Love, Love,

Dray

Draco also worked in the ministry of magic, as a lawyer. He was very good at his work, but was always having to "pop in" at the office to meet with clients. Harry returned the note to the table and snuggled farther under the covers. Snow was still swirling past the high windows, and the very sight made him shiver. The old house got cold in the winters and even though his bed was incredibly warm, the room was not. He figured Draco had cast a heating charm on the bed before he left, so he wouldn't be cold when he woke. That was just one of the things Harry loved about Draco: he was unbelievably caring. After Voldemort's demise, just when Harry thought he would burst from all the sadness and pain inside him, Draco had entered his life. He could clearly remember the day it all began.

The summer night's air was warm, and stars sparkled overhead. The full moon rippled across the Lake, but Harry was immune to the beauty around him. He felt an odd mixture of relief and heart wrenching grief. He felt relieved that his job was finally over, that he had finally won, but unbelievable pain that threatened to physically rip him apart was clawing at his chest. Glancing up at the huge, bright full moon that hung low over the water, he could only think of Lupin. Lupin reminded him of Tonks, who reminded him of his infant godson, who would never know his family. The Weasley's had been his only real family apart from Sirius, and the loss of a "brother" was almost more than he could bear. His eyes burned, and he sighed tiredly. This was the first moment he'd had to himself since the end of the battle yesterday, and he was exhausted, both in body and in mind. Just wanting a moment of quiet, he'd left Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor Common room and snuck down to the lake, to the spot where he now sat. His fingers sorted through the flat stones that littered the grassy bank until he found a suitable one. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the stone skipping over the water.

"Care for some company?"

Harry jumped and looked around; surprised that he hadn't heard the person approach.

"Sure." Draco Malfoy sunk down onto the ground next to him. For a few minutes, all that could be heard was the soft rustling of the wind as is gently blew through the leaves of the surrounding willows and the chirp of crickets.

"I'm sorry. For everything." Draco said softy, his voice thick with sincere emotion, and he gently stroked the back of Harry's hand. Harry turned to look at Draco's pale face in the moonlight, and from that moment on, he knew everything was going to be okay.

After that first night, Harry and Draco spent every waking moment together. Harry had never felt this deep of a connection to anyone before. He and Draco seemed to be made for each other. Draco was sensitive, caring, understanding, loyal, and honest. It didn't hurt that Harry also thought Draco was the most beautiful creature he'd ever met. Now, six years later, Harry thought his life seemed almost perfect.

Harry yawned, and let his eyes fall closed. If Teddy was coming in a few hours, he would need all the sleep he could get. Like most young boys his age, Teddy was full of happy energy, and could never seem to stop talking. He was always excited, and considered his young Godfather the most remarkable person he'd ever met. Harry yawned. His head was still aching a little, as was his side. He didn't feel feverish though. He sighed comfortably and fell asleep again, listening to the snow swirl against the windows.

"Uncle Harry!" An excited child's voice rang through the master bedroom, and Harry barely got his eyes open before Teddy leapt up on the bed and was sitting next to him.

"Teddy, remember, Uncle Harry is sick. Be careful." Draco warned him gently.

"I know. I'm helping him feel better. Right, Harry?" Teddy smiled at Harry with such eagerness that he laughed and ruffled Teddy's hair affectionately.

"You always do. And I think someone's being a little bit of a worry-wart" Harry said slyly, winking at Teddy, causing him to giggle. Draco scowled good-naturedly, but Harry could tell he was still worried.

"Ted, why don't you run down to the kitchen and tell Kreacher to make some breakfast for Harry, and then we can put up the Christmas tree?" Draco asked.

"Okay!" Teddy cried happily, and jumped off the high bed. He scampered across the room and vanished down the hall. Once he was gone, Draco sat down on the bed next to Harry.

"How do you feel?" He asked, worriedly.

"Better," Harry said truthfully. "My head just hurts." Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Harry interrupted by pulling Draco on top of him and kissing him full on the lips. "I never got to say good morning." He explained. Draco shook his head smiling, and kissed him again, holding Harry's face in his hands. The long kiss was passionate, and both of their faces were flushed with joy when they finally broke away.

"All right, Potter," Draco teased. "Let's get you downstairs before Teddy sets the house on fire." Harry pulled the warm covers off reluctantly, but Draco immediately handed him his thick red dressing gown. He didn't feel sick exactly, but rather weak and tired. This was to be expected though, because his frequent bouts of illness were generally similar and it would take him a few days to feel totally well again. Draco put his arms around Harry and helped him from the bedroom, all the way downstairs to the drawing room where Teddy was waiting impatiently. This was Harry and Draco's favorite room in the house because it was cozy and intimate. Tall wooden bookcases lined the walls and much of the room was taken up by a huge fireplace and marble mantle. Kreacher already had a fire merrily burning in the grate, and there was a tray with a full breakfast sitting ready on the coffee table in front of the comfortable couch. As soon as Harry was settled with pillows behind his head and thick quilts covering him and his breakfast on his lap, Teddy eagerly broke into a long-winded explanation of the newest and best broom he was hoping to get for Christmas. Draco looked over at Harry, who winked. Little did Teddy know that said broom was currently hidden in the back of Harry and Draco's closet, ready to be placed under the tree Christmas morning, along with many other gifts.

"What do you want to do first, Teddy, the decorations or the tree?" Draco asked fondly of his surrogate godson. Teddy's face lit up with excitement.

"The tree! Uncle Harry can watch, and it will make him feel better." Harry smiled at his godson, and tried to eat his breakfast. His injured side was still hurting. As if Draco could sense Harry's pain, he lifted the tray off of his lap and handed it off to Kreacher, who bowed out of the room.

"I'll have Kreacher make you some tea, if you feel up to it later, love. Just rest and Ted and I will put the tree up in here. We have to get you better fast, because Molly invited me to dinner tomorrow night and you know she will fuss even more than me."

"I don't know if that's possible." Harry said, laughing hoarsely.

Late that night, after Teddy had been kissed goodnight and tucked into bed, Harry and Draco snuggled on the comfortable couch, admiring the new Christmas tree. Harry thought it looked beautiful, all trimmed in red, green and gold with tiny fairy lights that twinkled in the dark. Miniature Hippogriffs trotted up and down the pine's abundant branches and multitudes of sparking ornaments had been hung by Draco's artful wand. All his Christmases spent with the Dursleys had been miserable, and Harry loved the fact that he could finally spend the holiday with those who actually loved him. Seeing the tree filled him with happiness, and he felt like he could stare at the glittering lights forever, warm in Draco's arms.

"I really do love Christmas." Harry whispered, kissing Draco's cheek.

"Me too." Draco whispered back and burrowed closer to Harry.

So? What do you think so far? I really don't know where to go with this, so any suggestions are more than welcome. Teddy hugs to everyone who reviews!