Okay here's my H/D Christmas story for all of ya'll. Hope you love it! P.S. this was written while listening to Harry Potter techno…you've been warned.
Disclaimer: Yeah, Rowling kicked the bucket and handed the ownership to me in her will……yeah right!
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Draco,
I'm writing you this letter in hopes to get some things off my mind. Even though you'll never receive it.
It's like this Malfoy; it's Christmas Eve tonight (if you didn't know) and everyone in Gryffindor is with a loved one except me. I can't be with the man I love, yes man. He's in a different house and totally despises me. I thought I despised him too but then I realized that my hatred was actually anger at how much a jerk his façade could be. I've spent some time with this guy over last summer and found his personality that he hides from society or rather his father's society.
Only two people know about my love for him and that's of course Hermione and Ron. Ron thinks I'm crazy (Big surprise right?) and Hermione pities me.
You probably wonder why I'm writing to you about this…well it's because this guy I love is you Malfoy.
I know it sounds crazy! I'm still trying to grip this fact but no matter what reasons I come up with; I know it's true.
Bloody hell, I never thought I would be in love with a guy, least of all you but I can't help it.
I've known ever since third year that I was different; I liked girls well enough but found myself liking guys as well. I'm a good actor huh?
I can't believe it's been six months since the war already, I'm glad McGonagall invited everyone back to Hogwarts for Christmas. God, I sound sappy right now.
I was writing this in the common room but couldn't take all the couples in there, so lucky to have someone when all I want is to be in your arms and can't.
I actually had a dream last night involving you; though I hate to admit it. You picked me up on your broom and we flew over the lake, you were holding me tightly against the wind. Sounds stupid, I know.
Maybe it isn't so stupid, what's wrong with wanting to be with the one you love?
I've been debating on whether to tell you my feelings or not. I mean, either you'll be even more disgusted with me or you'll laugh in my face. Great odds. I know there's no way you could love me back!
But just know this one thing Draco, I love you and hope you know that you have someone thinking of you on Christmas.
Yours always,
Harry Potter.
Harry sighed as he signed the letter and then turned to look out the window at the grounds below.
It was a beautiful night. The grounds were covered in a blanket of snow and charmed lights were glittering in the air. He saw a lone person trekking through the snow from the quidditch pitch towards the school. Harry leaned out the window slightly but couldn't tell who it was. Who would be crazy enough to fly in this cold?
Harry leaned farther still and the wind caught the letter and tore it from Harry's grip.
"No!" Harry tried to grab at it but it flew away towards the ground.
Harry watched in horror as the figure picked it up from the snow and started to read…
Draco stumbled through the snow from the quidditch pitch. The snow wasn't too deep and the sky was clear of clouds, a perfect night for flying despite the chill. He tugged his scarf closer and quickened his pace towards the school. He wondered if students were still in the Great Hall for the party. He hoped not because that was the reason for his midnight flight. To get away from all those annoying people! He thought he had finally left this place for good last year but then McGonagall had to invite them back for Christmas.
The holidays had never been a truly happy time for Draco; sure he always got lots of presents but never the love that everyone else seemed to receive.
He wondered if this year would be any better…he saw something flutter to the ground next to him and he picked it up. It was a letter, addressed to him?
He read through it and his eyes widened, Harry loved him? Really? And why did it make Draco so happy?
Maybe because he felt the same deep down, only one way to find out.
Draco looked up at Gryffindor tower and saw a boy looking down at him. It was Harry.
Draco looked at the letter again and smirked.
He mounted his broom and lifted into the air. He flew up to the window and frowned as Harry stared in shock.
"Malfoy?"
Draco could have come up with so many snide remarks to humiliate Harry further but stopped himself. It was Christmas after all.
"Hello Potter."
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry snapped.
Draco looked at the letter in his hand again and smirked.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go for a ride Potter?" Harry's shocked face slowly turned into a small smile. He climbed out onto the broom and Draco kicked off from the wall and soared over the grounds. Harry looked shyly at him.
Maybe this would be Draco's first good Christmas…..
"Happy Christmas Potter,"
"Happy Christmas…Draco,"
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