Harry opened his eyes slowly, confused and still drowsy. It seemed like he was back in his dorm at Hogwarts, but there was a warm body in his arms – definitely not something that was a regular occurrence at Hogwarts.

It was only he heard Dean and Seamus hollering for him to get up that he properly opened his eyes. Looking down, he finally realised who was in his arms.

"Dray, wake up," he murmured, shaking the blond gently.

It seemed that Draco was a rather light sleeper, because as soon as he shook him, Draco opened his eyes.

"Harry?" he whispered, sounding as confused as Harry had been when he woke up. "What- Where am I?"

"The dorm," Harry replied, his voice as low as Draco's. It seems we fell asleep last night." Here, he fought back a blush, remembering the feeling of waking up with Draco in his arms. "It's Christmas morning."

And just like that, he was wide-awake. "What?" he nearly screeched. "Are you- What time is it? I cannot believe I've slept 'till eight on Christmas."

Harry watched Draco fret amusedly. "You're one of those people who wake up obnoxiously early on Christmas, aren't you?" he asked.

Draco turned and threw him a scandalised glare. "Of course I am!" he exclaimed. "Everyone should be that way! I'll be in the Common Room in an hour; I'm going to get ready now."

And before Harry could say anything, he swept of the dorm in whirl of blond.

Letting out a resigned laugh, Harry collapsed back onto his bed, determined to try and force in another hour's worth of sleep. Of course, as soon as he thought that, Dean and Seamus appeared in front of him, identical mischievous grins plastered on their faces.

"So Harry," Seamus started, "Was that a certain Mr Malfoy we saw leaving your bed?"

Harry groaned.

Somehow, Harry managed to escape his friends in time to meet Draco in the Common Room. By the time he got there, his mind was brewing with an idea, one he couldn't wait to share with Draco as soon as he saw the other boy.

"Dray," he started, not letting the Slytherin speak, "I was wondering something, I know you're supposed to give my all the gifts todays, but you've already given me two last night, and I was wondering if you could stagger them over two or three days? It's just that I'd rather not become completely overwhelmed – I'm certain that whatever you've got me has the capability to do just that."

Draco looked at his almost-boyfriend suspiciously for a moment. "Fine," he finally replied. "That will actually work out rather well with what I have planned."

"Good," Harry said with a relieved smile. "As much as I'm looking forward to the gifts, I'd rather not be overloaded in the course of a day."

Draco pursed his lips in thought for a few moments, before leaning up to caress Harry's face. "Harry?" he asked in his most innocent voice, "You won't mind going back to the dorm for half an hour, will you? It's just that I have to adjust a few things if I'm going to stagger the gifts…"

Harry looked at him resignedly. He should have realised that, no matter how well it worked with whatever Draco had planned, he would make him pay for changing things at the last moments.

But he wasn't one to argue over something like that, so he just flashed Draco a smile and said, "Of course," leaning down to peck him on the lips before walking up to deal with Dean and Seamus all over again.

Somehow – Harry had no clue how exactly – he'd managed to escape from his dorm-mates once again to get down to Draco on time.

When he walked into the Common Room, he found Draco sitting cross-legged in front of the Christmas tree that Professor McGonagall had arranged for, brightly coloured gifts strewn artfully around him. At the sound of Harry's footsteps, he looked up and threw him a smile that made Harry's insides melt.

"I'm staggering the gifts over today and tomorrow," he said in way of greeting. "And I'll divide it around eating, okay? So, a few before breakfast, then before lunch and finally before dinner – is that okay?" he asked.

"That's fine, Dray," Harry murmured in reply, walking towards him. "Whatever you want."

Draco smiled once again, patting the little free space there was next to him.

Once Harry was sitting next to him, he gathered up three of the gifts and handed them to him. "I know you don't like dealing with your fame," he said softly, "But someone needs to deal with the practicalities before you're completely stunned by the all the attention you'll get once you're out of the safety of Hogwarts. And- well, I thought you might like some help," he finished, a faint blush staining his cheeks.

Curious, Harry took all the packages from Draco. Two of them were thin, not unlike the way the booklet Draco had gifted him last night, only slimmer. The other looked to be some sort of clothing, but Harry couldn't be sure about that.

Harry took hold of the thicker package. It was delicately wrapped, the paper silky and expensive. When Harry unwrapped it, he found a set of gorgeous dress robes of light grey.

"It's Acromantula silk," Draco said, scooting closer to Harry. "You've had the same pair of dress robes for the last five years; I thought it would nice to change things a little."

Harry flashed Draco an amused smile. He really should have expected this from the Malfoy heir – as much as Harry could care less about the latest fashions, Draco took particular delight in keeping informed about all of them and making sure that he was seen in nothing but the best.

But he knew better than to say as much, so he simply murmured, "Thank you," and pulled the next package towards him.

Much thinner than the one with the dress robes, this package contained a gift certificate to a shop Harry had never heard of, called 'Midnight Musings.' The amount mentioned on the certificate was rather obscene, and Harry turned to look at Draco inquisitively. "What's this one about, then?" he asked.

"It's a clothing store," the blond replied. "The new dress robes are just a start – we both know you need an all new wardrobe, especially if you plan to attend any of the galas and balls you're going to invited to."

"What in Merlin's name you talking about?" Harry questioned. He was already feeling faintly alarmed.

Draco threw him an exasperated look; one Harry recognised as meaning that he was being particularly thick. "You're the Saviour of the Wizarding world, Potter," he sighed, "As soon as you're out of the confines of Hogwarts, every rich and famous person in existence is going to be inviting you for their soirees – it would help to raise their standing tremendously."

"Can't I just refuse all of them?" Harry asked, now very alarmed.

"And suddenly I'm reminded why the next gift was necessary," Draco muttered. "No, Potter, you cannot. That would be rude. You can choose which ones you decide to show up to, but you'll have to attend a certain number at the very least."

"And you'll be there with me, right?" Harry asked, sounding desperate.

"Of course I will," Draco replied. Harry got the impression that he was only just resisting letting out a sigh at Harry's apparent idiocy.

"How will I choose which ones to go for?"

"Open the next gift, Potter," Draco replied, just a tad bit impatient.

Knowing that Draco would be of absolutely no more help, Harry did as he had commanded. This one contained a slip of parchment with Draco's elegant handwriting on it saying that Susannah Perks would now be consulting him.

"You remember Sally-Ann, right? Our year, Slytherin?" he asked. When Harry nodded, Draco continued, "That's her mother. She's the best image consultant in our world – she's been handling our family since before I was born, and she's agreed to take you on. She'll be the one who'll help you decide on which galas to attend, what to wear, how to interact with the public, things like that."

For a moment, Harry stared at Draco, before pulling him in for a tight hug.

"Thank you," he murmured into his hair. "I'd never have thought of anything like this – thank you for taking care of me even when I don't know I need it."

Draco let himself be held by Harry for some time, before he pulled away. "Come on," he said, banishing the opened gifts to Harry's bed and rising to his feet gracefully, pulling Harry up with him. "We had better go to breakfast before your dorm-mates clear the place out – they just left a few minutes ago, and together they can eat as much as Weasley can."

So, I know this isn't as fluffy as the last chapter, but someone in the relationship needed to deal with the practicalities of Harry's fame, and we all know that it was never going to be Harry :P

There should be about 3 or 4 more chapters of gifts. I wanted to draw it out because I want to show Harry's reaction to each, instead of just giving a list of everything he gets. As always, there are one or two spaces left, so if you have any input on what gifts should be given, please let me know!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :)

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