Title: Christmas Belongs To Us
Author: TwilightKitsune1-REBORN
Word Count: 1,287
Rating: T
Prompt: Seasonal Music
Warning: AU, OOC-ness, pre-slash, drama, non-beta'd
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, etc. found from the Harry Potter universe, it is property of J.K. Rowling. Also I'm broke so please don't sue, all this is is a story for a bit of fun, not profit :D
Author's Notes: ::dances:: We got Seasonal Music, we got Harry in the story, we got Draco freaking out on him and drinking, I wonder what I'm gonna have as my next holiday chapter :D So much drama!
Written for hd_seasons

Christmas Belongs To Us – Part Two

How many looks was Draco going to keep getting today? He felt as though news had spread through the whole office who his recipient was in the whole Secret Santa ordeal. He would have thrown the name back in if that had been allowed but even his boss told him that Draco was stuck gifting Harry... Even though Draco could see in that old bustards eyes, he didn't trust him with such an important task...

It wasn't like Draco was a Death Eater anymore, wasn't like he was going to go out of his way to try to kill Harry Potter. Hate him? Yes. Pull as many pranks on him as possible without getting seen or possibly caught and in the process charged with being a Dark Wizard due to the fact he was doing said pranks on Harry Potter? Sure, Why not! But Kill him? Draco had no reason to. He never really had a reason to even when he was a Death Eater... Which was probably why Harry had spoken out for him on so many occasion's during the trials and the captures of the other Dark Wizards. Draco knew he owed his and his families freedom to Harry. He wasn't an idiot. But to be a Secret Santa for bloody Potter? Fate had too many laughs at his expense sometimes.

Draco walked past the carols that were being sung, ignored the calls and shouts from the multiple directions around him, and headed straight to a fireplace that would send him home. He needed to find a good bottle of Firewhisky that would help him forget that he'd have to speak with or even see Potter for a moment for Christmas. "Malfoy!"

Draco's feet seemed to stop on their own. Draco half wondered if it was due to the man who was calling him, that had been plaguing his thoughts since the moment he saw his name, or if it was just simply the fact that he had been called. It was simpler to think that his name had stopped him. "Potter." Draco drawled out as he turned to face the one person he went out of his way to avoid a face to face confrontation with.

How many years had it been since Draco had seen those emerald eyes straight on? He knew the answer of course without even having to take a moment to think about it.

It had been five long years. Harry had obviously grown into himself. Though that hair still seemed wild, it was that tousled look one would get from a great romping in a broom closet somewhere. Harry had developed muscles, a tone under his shirt evidence of the firmness that lay underneath. Though Draco didn't want to admit it, he also had to say Harry had gotten a few inches taller them himself at some point. As Draco stood there looking at Harry he also realized Potter had gotten a better taste in clothes.

"Potter?" Draco said realizing they were just standing there looking at each other. "Something you need?"

Harry shook his head. "And here I was thinking you'd give me some snide remark."

"Seeing as how I'm in a hurry to get home I'll save the remarks for later." Draco said bored and glanced over his shoulder to a fireplace as someone passed through on their way to wherever they were off to.

"Hot Date?"

"If I did have a 'hot date' as you put it Potter, why in Salazar's name would I tell you?" Draco said with a raised eyebrow watching Harry closer now. Draco saw the nerves practically radiating off him but Draco couldn't tell why. "Is this urgent Potter?"

"...Not really..." Harry finally answered after a moment's pause and then ran his hand through his hair, an odd habit Draco had never seen him do before. "I just wanted to see if you'd received your Secret Santa's assignment yet?"

Draco felt heat rush to his cheeks before he pushed his nerves down. "We did." Draco checked his watch. "If you don't want to get to the point Potter I am going to leave you standing here."

"I... I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go looking around some stores with me tomorrow!" Harry finally blurted out a small blush covering his cheeks.

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry. "Why don't you just ask Weasel to go with you? Or that Granger girl?"

"I'm asking you 'cause you know... Rogers." Harry said.

Draco laughed and started to turn. "Ask anyone else in my department about helping you with Rodgers, I'd be horrible at it."

"I'm asking you Draco." Harry said and reached out to grab Draco's wrist.

"And I'm saying goodbye." Draco said pulling out of Harry's reach and walking toward the fire. "You think cause you're the famous Harry Potter everybody has to bow down and cater to your whims! Well I'm not, I never have Potter and I never will." And with that Draco grabbed a fistful of Floo Powder and hurled it into the fireplace calling for his home before the flames engulfed him.

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After some time as Draco walked his den, the fire crackling behind him and his Firewhisky burning his throat and stomach, Draco felt himself and his nerves beginning to calm. "Blast that Potter!" he cursed to no one as he did another turn not looking at the papers that covered the desk that also occupied the room taunting him.

"Who does he think he is? For Rodgers, really." Draco scoffed as he downed the rest of what was left in his glass and felt the burn in his throat. "I'm sure those two deserve each other." Draco finally said pitifully as he walked to fill his now empty glass again, watching as the auburn liquid sloshed around inside, nearly spilling over the rim. "May wanna stop after this one." Draco mumbled to himself as he started to pace the room again.

It was then that he had an idea. "A gift... For Rodgers... With my help?" Draco said as though just now hearing the words and not the name. "Potter, you have given me the best Christmas gift ever!" Draco said and nearly spilled his drink on the floor as he rushed to the fire.

Throwing a bit of Floo Powder at the flames Draco leaned forward and waited for Harry. "He said no." Draco heard Harry's voice!

"POTTER! POTTER ITS MALFOY!" Draco called waiting to hear footsteps. As soon as the name Malfoy left his lips he heard running. "I'm not actually here, just calling." Draco said silently to himself as he saw Harry nearly skid into the room.

"Malfoy?" Harry said torn between shock, confusion, and various other emotions Draco was far too drunk at the moment to sess out.

"I've had time to properly think about what you asked me today. I will help you pick a gift for Rodgers." Draco said in finality.

"Are you drunk?"

"Besides the point. You asked me and now that I've had time to think about it my answer is yes." Draco finished and wondered silently how much he drank as Harry actually smiled at him.

"That's brilliant! When do you have time?"

"I'll look at my schedule and get back to you." Draco said and before he could hear another thing from Harry he pulled back and found himself laid out on the floor of his den. "Need bed." Draco felt his stomach give a gurgle as he tried to stand and by his third attempt to lift himself he decided it best to crawl to the swivel chair that sat at his desk. "Better than nothing." He mumbled and hefted himself up.

To Be Continued...