Chapter 7
Happy Christmas *Warning: Long Chapter*
(Side Note: So Sorry for messing up on Chapter 5! I fixed it, deepest apologies! Hope you enjoy this one! I might not post another chapter in a while—I will be busy with school work. Don't forget to leave a comment!)
It was in the middle of December… Snow had covered the grounds at Hogwarts, and Mid Term Exams had gone by. Harry was getting ready for the holidays, wrapping presents. One for Molly, one for Arthur, one for Ginny, and one for George. His last letter from Ginny described George as an emotional wreck. It was completely understandable. After all, George not only lost a brother—but he lost his best friend—and business partner at the joke shop. This would be George's first Christmas without Fred, he was going to need all the support he could get. After wrapping presents—Harry packed them all into his suitcase. Ron came into the room and began packing too. Things had been kind of—rough between them. However, it had been several weeks since their argument. So, Ron decided to break the ice.
"So, Mum's got a big dinner for us all." Ron said awkwardly.
Harry smiled nodding while replying "Yeah, she always goes all out. She's very kind."
"Yeah, she sure is…" Ron replied, folding one of his shirts. The ginger headed boy sighed and spoke again. "Harry, I'm sorry for snapping at you the other day."
Harry sighed and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed with a reply. "You don't have to apologize, I snapped too. I also been very distant, and I had no right to shout at you. It's just—"
Ron stopped Harry right there, he didn't want Harry to have to explain himself all the time. They weren't kids anymore. "It's all right Harry, you don't have to say anything. It's great you're helpin Malfoy, and you're the only one who hasn't ignored him. You're a good person Harry. I want you to know that."
Harry smiled and hugged Ron replying. "Thank you Ron, you're great friend."
Ron pushed Harry off rolling his eyes smiling. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get going."
Ron said, finishing up his packing. Harry laughed in agreement and packed the rest of his things. The two then headed out the door. After they were joined by Hermione, they all went to the Weasley Home for Christmas…
Weasley Residence….
The three friends arrived at the Weasley Home by broomstick. Despite the fact that it was in the middle of December, it wasn't all that cold out. As the trio landed, they came upon Percy and Arthur rebuilding the burrow. The whole entire family were living in the guest house temporarily, since the death eaters set their original home up in flames. Now that the war was over, it was time to rebuild. It appeared that it was almost done too. Both men turned and greeted them with Seasons Greetings.
"Ah, Happy Christmas Harry." Arthur said first, patting Harry firmly on the back.
"Happy Christmas Harry." Percy said second. He then turned to the other two and wished them a happy Christmas too. They all then went inside the new home. It was already decorated with Christmas cheer. Arthur looked up to the top and told everyone that the three arrived.
"Eh Mum, and family! The famous trio is here!"
Molly came running down the stairs, with Ginny too—who ran to Harry and hugged him with up most love. Lastly, George silently coming down the stairs with a crooked smile; he still wasn't in the best of spirits.
"Hello Harry!" Molly said, giving him a hug, she then turned to Ron and smacked him over the head. "Would it of killed ya if you at least wrote one letter?!" She continued.
"Ah! Mum! I was busy!" Ron said back, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well it would have been nice to hear at least from you dear. Ah well, it's Christmas!" With that, Molly kissed Ron on the cheek. Harry walked up toward George and shook his hand.
"Happy Christmas George, how've you been feeling?"
George rolled his eyes and replied. "Guess Ginny's been blabbing to the world about me blubbering eh? Well, I'm just fine."
George was in complete denial. Harry sighed, as it couldn't be helped. After many greetings, the whole family gathered around and had dinner. After a fantastic meal, they all met at the tree and opened presents. George was the first to open his—another sweater with the letter G on it for his name. He sighed and kisses his Mother on the cheek. "Thanks Mum." He said, putting on the sweater. It was easy to see, Molly knew her son was depressed. In fact, she knew he didn't want to celebrate at all. As George was about to go upstairs, Harry stopped him.
"Eh George, I got you a present too. Won't you open it? Ginny and I had it made for you."
Confused from Harry's words—but somehow intrigued—he sat down by the tree again. Harry and Ginny gave him a fancy box. George opened the box, it was a necklace with the letter G. Also, a pendant with the letter F. Curious, George spoke. "I don't understand, what's this about?" Ginny smiled and replied.
"It's a pendant. The letter F for Fred's name. This way, you can keep him close to your heart." With that she put the pendant right on George's chest. George didn't know what to say, he just hugged his sister and cried. Ginny smiled and hugged him back. "Happy Christmas George." She added, hugging her brother tight. Molly joined in on the hugging, she was crying too. Arthur joined in next, even he had a tear stream down his cheek. This family was so warm and loving—Harry couldn't wait to be a part of it. However, Harry was still infatuated with Draco. He couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.
The Next Day….Malfoy Manor….
Harry arrived again by broomstick. He looked up at the manor and gulped. He couldn't help but be nervous. He walked up to the front door and knocked. The door opened—it was Narcissa—Draco's Mother. She smiled and hugged Harry tight. A mother's love knows no bounds.
"Happy Christmas Harry." She said, letting him come in. Harry nodded and came in, letting her close the door.
"Yes, Happy Christmas to you too." Harry said, finally replying. It was indeed a bit awkward, but Harry couldn't help but feel bad for the Malfoy family. They were treated as outcasts, and from what Draco told Harry, Lucius Malfoy had gone completely mad. However, Harry decided not to ask Narcissa, out of respect of course. Just then, Draco came down the stairs all dressed up in a green suit. Draco smiled and hugged Harry tight. "Happy Christmas Potter." Draco said. Harry smiled and hugged Draco back.
"Happy Christmas to you too."
Narcissa raised one eyebrow with a smirk, as a mother she knew exactly what was going on. She cleared her throat to get their attention.
"Achem..." She uttered, desperately trying not to laugh. Both young men backed up rubbing the back of their heads awkwardly. Narcissa smiled and headed into the dining room. "Dinner is ready." She added, leaving the room. Harry and Draco nodded and went into to have a meal. It was quiet, Lucius was sitting on the far end of the table—eating and talking to himself; which consisted of muttering and light giggling. Draco was right, he had gone completely bonkers. The dinner was quiet, but Harry sat next to Draco, and they held hands under the table. Here in Draco's home—they could be themselves. They didn't have to hide anything. Harry decided to break the ice.
"How long has he been like that?" Harry asked, it wasn't the best subject. Narcissa sighed and sipped her wine replying.
"Oh, ever since things have settled down. I think the war set him off. I always feared this would happen. Now I take care of the bills, and the house. I don't think he'll ever come out of it."
Harry sighed, and replied. "Very sorry to hear."
After dinner, the three of them gathered around the Christmas tree. Lucius simply paced across the living room muttering away, biting on his finger nails. Narcissa handed Harry a present, and so did Draco.
"These are both for me?" Harry asked, as the presents were quite huge. Both Narcissa and Draco nodded replying. "Yes, go on and open it." Curious, Harry opened the first gift from Narcissa. It was a sweater with Gryffindor colours, and a lion in the middle. The second gift, was a bracelet from Draco—in the shape of a lion. "Oh, thanks. These are great. I was expecting—"
"Slytherin Memorabilia? We know it isn't you." Narcissa said, interrupting Harry. Harry smiled and thanked the both of them. He then handed them the presents he brought. Narcissa opened hers first—it was a Slytherin bracelet, Draco got one too. Harry sighed and spoke.
"I wasn't sure what to get the both of you, so I just bought these two bracelets for the both of you. It isn't much—but it was all I could afford. I spent the rest of my money on Ginny's brother George." Narcissa smiled and hugged Harry tight.
"They're perfect." Narcissa said. She then smiled again, and stood up. "Well, I'm going to clean up the wrapping paper. Draco, why don't you show Harry around?" Narcissa added, letting the two boys be—alone. Draco rolled his eyes and spoke. "Man, can't get anything past that woman." Harry blushed and replied as they walked up the stairs.
"Y-You mean she knows?"
Draco smirked and replied as they got to the top of the stairs. "Oh yeah, she knows. Its fine, I know she won't say anything. Well, here's the den. Quite the cozy place, Father used to be in here a lot. Down here is what used to be his office, now Mum's gonna turn it into a guest room. Seeing as father has gone crackers." Harry sighed and replied. "I'm sorry about your Dad."
Draco shrugged and replied as they roamed the halls. "It's fine, don't bother me much. In the end, I had a feeling it was coming. All the responsibility the dark lord laid on him drove him to insanity. "Harry simply nodded in agreement. Finally, the two stopped. A room with a snake on it. Curious, Harry spoke. "What's this room?"
Draco smirked and replied, opening the door. "This—is my room."
Harry blushed and went inside. It was all green of course. The crest of the Slytherin house was sitting over the bed. There was a fireplace on the far end, followed by a lonely broomstick perched on top of the fireplace. The bed itself was king sized, and had a black comforter with green and black stripes. Finally, there was a picture frame of the Slytherin Quidditch Team above the fireplace on the wall. It was the second year, when Draco first joined the team.
"Well, it's uhh—nice. " Harry said, not sure what to say. Draco smiled and sat on the edge of the bed—replying.
"Admit it, you had a feeling my room would look exactly how you pictured it."
Harry sighed and sat next to Draco replying. "Does that make me stereotypical?"
Draco shook his head and moved closer, putting his hand on Harry's leg. "Not at all, I'm a true Slytherin and proud of it. Hence my room showing pride. "
Harry smiled and nuzzled his nose against Draco's neck. "Enough talk…" Harry whispered. Draco smiled and nodded, laying down first. Harry made his way on top, leaning in for a kiss. Moans were shared as their tongues met once again. After a bit of snogging—the two started to take their clothes off. Once bare they started touching one another, rolling around on the bed in heated passion. This is what they've been waiting for—alone time. Harry was currently on top, Draco's hands wandered onto Harry's behind. He squeezed it in his grasp. Harry moaned in shock, pulling away from the kiss. "E-Eh…. W-Watch it…"
Draco smirked and sat up whispering. "Sit on it…" Harry blushed darkly and replied.
"I b-beg your pardon…?"
Draco smirked and tapped his member against Harry's behind. "You heard me, sit on it. You enjoyed me, so I get to enjoy you…" Harry rolled his eyes. Draco had a point, Harry did get to enjoy him first. Harry sighed, as he knew this was going to hurt. He sat carefully on Draco. He moaned in pain and pleasure. Draco moaned in pleasure and fell back on the bed. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's current lecherous smirk and moved up and down. After a few minutes—it was starting to feel good. The so called "chosen one" moaned loudly and moved up and down faster. All Harry could utter was "Uhh" and "Ahh" the entire time. After an hour or so—Draco couldn't hold back. He burst deep inside Harry, moaning loudly as well. Harry also could no longer hold it either, shooting on Draco's chest. He then collapsed next to him panting. All Draco could utter was "Bloody hell, I feel like a cigarette. Don't you?" Harry rolled his eyes blushing, turning over.
"My first time, and you treat like a cheap thrill…" Harry uttered. Draco frowned and spooned up replying.
"Sorry, didn't mean to. When I am put up to serious situations I tend to crack a joke."
Harry nodded and replied. "I know… I'm tired, so I'm going to fall asleep."
Draco smiled and replied. "So am I… Night Potter…"
Harry smiled again and replied drifting off. "Good night."
So, the two finally got their alone time. It was a wonderful Christmas indeed. They enjoyed their time together to the fullest—once they returned to Hogwarts—they would have a tough time getting privacy again.
