I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus

Several Christmas seasons passed before Harry genuinely got in the spirit of things- as the Muggles say. He wasn't used to such extravagant measures. Didn't know a home had to glow at least a fraction brighter than the sun in order to be deemed socially acceptable. Wasn't aware that your Christmas was only as successful as the number of people accumulated at your fourth celebration.

Apparently the first three were rehearsals for the main event. In the Pureblood Malfoy household, at least…

Harry hadn't the slightest clue about trees. There should be twelve. And each should be clad in the presents mentioned throughout the Twelve Days of Christmas.

Draco swore the song was written by a wizard. Harry allowed him his dignity.

Needless to say, day five was terribly expensive, but not nearly as frustrating as day six. The former Slytherin insisted on having real miniature geese-a-laying. And Harry received the honor of cleaning up after said birds.

Reindeer were available to rent. Magic, flying reindeer were also available. So, naturally, eight reindeer decorated the Malfoy estate, and one special ordered deer with glowing nose.

People came from all over the world to see what this family pulled together for the holidays.

And Draco…

Well, Draco was wonderful. Brilliant, really. He coached Harry every step of the way. Down to the last candy cane.

The Chosen One never had a knack for creativity. In fact, he felt akin to a bumbling idiot at this time of year. But, Draco was patient. The more he could teach, it seemed, the more he fell into the spirit. His eyes had a funny way of lighting up with both innocence and experience at the mention of Christmas. His face would soften and his gaze would drift somewhere not of this world as he explained each ornament decorating the main tree in Malfoy Manor. As he discussed the history of a Malfoy Christmas through to the previous century. His nose would crinkle in a fascinating way as he reminisced a Christmas during a time he hadn't existed in- a story he found most distasteful as a deceased relative of his had the gall to wear orange to one of the first extravaganzas.

He was a drunk, Draco would say and crinkle his nose again. Mother says he'd embarrass her enough to cuss in public. She was mortified until it became a family tradition.

Harry smiled at the story he'd heard half a dozen times in the past two months. It always began in the same way. Draco would count the ornaments, making certain there were no cracks or chips or missing pieces. He'd find the broken ballerina figurine and smile that hazy grin Harry loved so much. It started with a closed mouth that lifted at the edges and eventually stretched to reveal perfect, pearly teeth. Teeth Harry had memorized down to the gums. Sometimes Harry would earn this smile and his heart would take a time or two to beat again. There was something earth shattering about the way Draco could break his heart and repair it again with the same smile. Unnerving. But, a welcomed destruction.

It was Christmas Eve- the lovers' first as a complete family. The previous Christmas was spent with a very pregnant Draco and a rather put-off Harry. While he respected the blond for putting his body through something as monumental as childbirth, he knew Draco. The man took advantage of his state- milked everything he could out of it until the delivery.

His name was Altair- named after the brightest star in his constellation. Draco's idea, of course. Harry wanted to name him James or Severus. The former Slytherin wanted something new and separate from the war, and with that argument, Harry couldn't side differently.

Two eagles, a snake and a lion living under the same roof, Draco mused in and out of consciousness after giving birth. How about that?

Altair was beautiful and so much of his father decided his features. Harry merely had a claim on his eyes, otherwise, the child was Draco's. From his platinum hair to pointy chin, Altair carried the Malfoy line.

Even his cries demanded recognition to his superiority. And he stuck to Harry like glue.

Another clear trait inherited from his father.

And born a day before Harry's birthday, Altair was the single greatest gift Draco could give him.

After what seemed hours, the Boy Who Lived finally had the infant at least attempting to sleep. Harry swore the child knew what night this was and felt an anticipation akin to his sister's.

Figures he'd be as smart as his father.

The raven-haired man shook his head and made a path towards the kitchen. His coddling had left him wide-awake and he recently discovered the magic of warm milk. Of course, his own brew wasn't as delicious as Draco's, but he hated waking the blond, especially when it wasn't his night to tend the children.

What with constantly on the battlefield—so to speak—and raising a family, the Auror was terribly exhausted.

And it was Christmas, after all.

Lost in practiced stirring, Harry startled at a pair of arms wrapping around his shirtless stomach. The tension lasted only a moment before he relaxed into the embrace, feeling a curiously soft cushion of fabric tickling his back. Still, though, he continued to stir and enjoyed the warmth behind him.

"You should have got me if you couldn't sleep. I would have made this for you." Lips pressed between his shoulder blades and a chin found the crook between Harry's neck and shoulder easily.

"I didn't want to wake you," the Chosen One whispered. "You looked worn out."

"My hero," Draco teased. "You know, we could have found other ways to tire you out."

Harry smirked and turned the heat of the stove off at the suggestion. "What did you have in mind?"

Turning suddenly, Harry was met with a sight that would have made him laugh if he hadn't found the whole ordeal too bloody cute to scoff at.

Draco was dressed in a bright red Santa Claus suit with a matching bright red hat, large black boots, and thick black belt with a golden buckle. The wizard hadn't stuffed the suit. It was tailored perfectly- like a second layer of skin. Only Draco could make adorable interchangeable with handsome. His porcelain skin shone that much brighter in contrast to the red of the suit. His eyes, as well, seemed more unworldly- a grey unseen and undiscovered.

And it was all for Harry.

"Perhaps I could give you an early Christmas gift?" the blond asked in his best feign at innocence. He stepped farther into Harry and let his hands roam the former Gryffindor's sides- earning a shudder and gasp. "Have you been good this year, Harry?"

Draco was so very close to him. Too bloody close to think properly. And he'd perfected rolling the r's of Harry's given name. That purr mingled with the same air Harry was currently having trouble breathing and the Boy Who Lived could only nod lest he embarrass himself.

"That's too bad," Draco pouted and ceased his skimming. "I had the perfect gift for someone who'd been naughty." The former Slytherin pulled away and appeared to honestly be leaving. Harry grabbed hold of his sleeve and quirked an eyebrow- hoping the gesture said where the piss do you think you're going?

"Kindly release my arm, Mr. Potter. I'm a busy Saint, after all."

"I changed my mind." A patented Malfoy smirk was well on its way to forming atop Draco's nearly perfect lips- nearly because Harry preferred them swollen and molded against his own. Those were perfect lips. And their current state could easily be remedied. "I've been all sorts of naughty."

The playfulness in Draco's face all but vanished as a lust Harry recognized well overcame him. His eyes clouded over with a predator's stare and his lips formed a snarl- another remarkable thing he could do with that very talented mouth.

Suddenly, a hand fisted itself in Harry's hair and pulled him forward to meet for a violent kiss. It only then occurred to Harry he'd been without the blond physically for longer than he cared to remember. His hands itched to wander over unattended skin and gave in to need. Unfortunately, Draco's skin was hidden beneath his suit and Harry knew this was an outfit he couldn't ruin with wandless magic.

Or his teeth…

The former Slytherin sensed Harry's distress, unimpressive as Harry was well aware of the pathetic noises he was making in protest of the layers between them. Draco took advantage of this and teased the Savior's stomach, trailing his kisses from the point of his chin to the hollow at his throat. When Harry's knees began to quake, Draco moved lower still.

Before he could begin his next onslaught of torture, Harry clutched at his lover's suit and Apparated the pair to their bedroom, stumbling over himself and dragging he and Draco onto the very spacious bed the blond insisted on purchasing last Christmas.

This was one indulgence Harry never regretted for a moment.

"Fuck, Draco," the Chosen One hissed as Draco laved at his navel- dipping that cursed tongue in and out, swirling the edge, and dipping inside again. "Please be naked. I want you naked. I need you naked. Please." Harry knew his tone was desperate. But, pride took a back seat to his need for Draco.

It always would.

Sympathizing with a chuckle, Draco pushed himself away from the Boy Who Lived and stood before him with an impish grin painting his devilishly handsome face. Slowly, painfully slowly, he began to undress. His belt was first to fall softly against the plush carpet beneath his feet. One agonizing button followed, then another, then another, to reveal a practically flawless chest- sculpted by Auror training and years of Quidditch. Finally, the article fell and Harry unconsciously licked his lips, which were curiously dry.

He was becoming nervous, something he hadn't felt with Draco in some time. He began to question his good fortune- question the love his lover promised each and every day.

As if they were made of one mind, Draco stilled. "I love you, Harry," he assured confidently.

Harry nodded and felt inclined to believe him. He trusted Draco beyond anything else. His word was as good as gold, if not better. In fact, it was better. It was priceless.

With a different slowness, a gentle slowness, Draco fell back into his original position above Harry- careful not to make contact just yet. He simply observed Harry's face and smiled softly. Draco brushed the hair from Harry's forehead and pressed a kiss to his infamous scar. As always, the former Gryffindor closed his eyes with a shiver. This tender side of Draco never ceased to amaze Harry. It was this selfless instinct that awed him into submission.

He was completely and utterly Draco's.

"I love you so much, Harry," he promised once more and brought their lips together for a chaste kiss.

"I love you, too," Harry returned and fought valiantly for a more intrusive kiss. Stunned by the pressure, Draco fell and Harry groaned pleasantly as their chests touched.

With bottom halves still clad, the Boy Who Lived shamelessly rutted against the former Slytherin.

Whining in frustration, Harry began to shimmy out of his sleeping pants and had the offensive fleece down past his knees before wandlessly ridding them to some other universe in dire need of pants. Harry made quick work of Draco's red trousers, and with the button and zip undone, he brought his hands around the blond's back and under the edge of his pants to knead at the firm globes of Draco's arse. This caused the Auror to buck forward and provide an ounce of the friction Harry craved.

Impatient, and willing to adhere to the consequences, the Boy Who Lived vanished his lover's trousers and was met with a sharp bite to his lower lip.

"Not nice, Potter," Draco warned while simultaneously administering soothing licks to the abuse he caused. Harry's hands never left their position. His hips snapped upwards while bringing the blond's lower half downward.

Their members sat trapped together in glorious friction, but it wasn't enough. Harry needed to be inside of Draco. Needed to hear him scream. Needed to feel that heat surrounding him.

"On your back, please," Harry panted. "Just while I prepare you."

I want ridden tonight.

"Since you asked so nicely," he said before rolling over and situating himself accordingly. Instead of offering his fingers, Harry immediately poised level with Draco's entrance and licked a stripe over the crack. The Auror yelped in surprise and arched wantonly at the attention. Harry watched the man's impressive length bob with unconscious thrusts, leaking in encouragement. "Harry, please. I'll come if you don't stop."

The raven wizard did as he was told and made to lie on his back next to the former Slytherin. A moment of confusion passed before Draco caught on to Harry's unasked request and he straddled his thighs. The Chosen One slid his throbbing cock against the crack of Draco's arse and before the blond could become overwhelmed by the sensation, he gripped the base of Harry's unattended member and rose only to impale himself in one motion.

Both men grunted and seemed to hold the same breath. Harry wondered momentarily if Draco felt the same fullness he did when they were reversed. Wondered if anything could ever feel as wonderful as Draco. Wondered if they'd always be this desperate for each other.

"H-harry, Harry, Harry," the blond chanted. "Mmm, I need to move. Can I move, love?"

Harry nodded and gripped Draco's hips with bruising force. The blond rose and fell slowly, his teeth biting full, finally swollen lips to keep from whimpering.

Not for long, Harry thought dryly before returning his own thrusts. Canting his hips in a circular motion, Draco released the hold on his lip and allowed a strangled moan to escape his throat. Head thrown back, and arms bracing himself on either side of Harry's thighs, Draco acted in complete abandon. Sweat trailed from the line of his brow over the contours of his abdominals and farther past the light nesting of nearly invisible blond hair at the base of his severely neglected cock.

The sight of the normally controlled Auror uninhibited, fucking Harry as if the world would end at any moment, set a fire low in the Savior's stomach. Draco watched his lover with nearly closed eyes, his hair plastered to his forehead and disheveled in Harry's favorite way, a tiny, painfully pleased gasp falling from his perfect lips as his prostate was grazed over and over again.

Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed himself to a sitting position, nearly toppling Draco in the process. The Chosen One balanced the pair and took Draco's cheek in his hand to lead their mouths together in a sloppy kiss peppered with random nips and licks at jaws and abused lips.

"Draco," Harry breathed and pet the blond's face absently. "So perfect, Draco. So perfect."

The Auror's face landed snugly against the juncture between Harry's neck and shoulder. He bit the flesh none-too-gently and Harry was certain he'd been marked. That was all he needed to tumble uncontrollably over the edge in a hoarse cry.

Darkness began at the edge of his vision until unconsciousness took him completely. A sharp bite at the lobe of his ear caused the Boy Who Lived to stir back to the present. He blinked rapidly and felt his eyes go impossibly wide at the realization of blacking out after sex. Mind numbingly brilliant sex. But, sex nonetheless.

"Glad to have you back," Draco snickered at his side. It'd been years since he been that overwhelmed by the blond. However, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but pride for his fiancé. This was a talent like anything else.

Noticing a hardness still very apparent rutting against his hip bone, Harry mumbled a preparation charm and squirmed as his body stretched and slicked.

"Make love to me?" he proposed, his voice dripping with exhaustion.

"You're tired, sweetheart."

Harry shook his head, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. There were some things only Draco could get away with. Pet names were one of those many things. "Never too tired."

The former Slytherin positioned himself above the raven-haired man and brushed his fingers lightly over Harry's skin. Goosebumps rose in their wake, from his collar to his navel. He felt his length begin to harden once more and gulped audibly as those same fingers meant to enter him. With careful consideration, Draco prepared Harry- expertly probing at the spot that the Chosen One was convinced would destroy him.

A welcomed destruction, of course.

"Please," he whispered and tugged Draco's face to his. The men stared into each other and the intimacy nearly broke Harry in two. Fortunately, he hadn't a moment to dwell on the weakness as Draco aligned himself and thrust home. Harry choked on a sob that had been hiding in the depths of his throat. He'd been too hasty and it had been too long since he'd bottomed. Draco made certain to tend to this pain immediately, muttering soothing nonsense to relax Harry- so in tune with his needs. The Savior's hands moved again to Draco's lower half and encouraged him to move.

The blond fell into rhythm with practiced ease- in and out, circling his hips just so. Like earlier, Harry wondered if he made Draco feel as full and whole. He hoped desperately that this was the case- hoped his blinding love for the former Slytherin carried over into his lovemaking.

Draco's pace quickened and his thrusts became erratic. Still very much aware of his lover, he took hold of Harry's now throbbing member and began to pump in time.

"So close, Draco. Almost there," Harry hissed in a language he knew would hit the blond's weak spot.

"Oh, fuck. Harry!" Draco shouted and came, dragging Harry right alongside him over the edge. Everything clouded in white as Harry fell again and as the shudders finished wracking his lover's body, Draco landed unceremoniously atop of Harry and paid no mind to the mess between them. "Harry," he breathed- his voice deep and sated.

"I want to sleep like this," Harry said quietly and drew random patterns across Draco's sweat-slickened back. The blond's head rose from Harry's chest and carried a loopy sort of grin. "You're so beautiful," the Savior admired. "It isn't fair."

"So are you," Draco returned seriously and pressed a lazy kiss to Harry's chin. "Magnificent, really."

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

Snuggling deeper and sighing contentedly, Harry could feel a smile against his chest. "Happy Christmas, Harry."

Dawn came early for a reluctant-to-waken couple. Somehow, and gratefully so, blankets made their way to wrap around both Harry and Draco throughout the night.

"Daddy! Harry! Wake up, it's Christmas!" Karina squealed with excitement and jumped onto their bed. "Stop making cuddles and come see what Santa brought!"

Draco groaned and stretched as his daughter made to open the curtains and scamper away. Shielding his eyes from the sudden burst of light, the blond nudged Harry.

"You realize she wasn't a morning person until you showed up," Draco complained with minimal ire. "Get up, lazybones."

"Just a few more minutes," Harry muttered into his pillow.

Dammit if he's not adorable when he's knackered.

Draco allowed his finger to trace a path over the Chosen One's back before finding a rather sensitive spot and tickling mercilessly. Harry thrashed until he fell from the bed with a thump that echoed well into the next room.

"You're an arse, Malfoy."

"But, I'm your arse," Draco readily countered and leaned over the bed to place a kiss on his distressed lover's lips. Too early for his taste, he pulled away with a sigh. "Come on, now. We've got a long day. And Merlin knows your son's probably about to have another tantrum without you."

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Draco from the bed. Not that he minded being his human blanket, but there certainly was a long day ahead- a day they couldn't ignore.

"Is someone jealous our son is playing favorites?"

Draco scoffed despite the truth in that statement. "Of course not. If he wants to love ickle Potty more than me, that's just fine!"

The men stood and located something presentable as to not scar their children with nudity. Harry tended to Altair and Draco followed the sounds of paper shredding to the Christmas tree decorating the sitting room.

"Daddy! Santa brought me a broom!"

Draco chuckled and shook his head while Harry came to stand beside him and watch his daughter unveil every gift beneath the tree.

"Look who just woke up," the Chosen One said in his best singsong voice and brushed noses with the infant in his hands. Altair giggled happily and licked his father's nose. "You little minx, you! Why don't you give Daddy some kisses?"

Without warning, Draco had his arms full of a child that would never be mistaken for anyone other than his own. Both stared wide-eyed at each other, evaluating the person staring back at him. Suddenly, though, Altair began his fits of laughter again and snuggled into the blond's neck, absently grabbing at the sleep-worn strands of hair collecting at the nape of Draco's neck.

"Your worry about him concerns me," Harry teased and dove into the presents scattered across the floor. The man was very much a child at heart, so much so that Draco found his daughter more mature in most instances. But none of this bothered or shamed the Auror in any way. He was far too willing to grant Harry the childhood he'd missed.

He'd give Harry anything. Even his name.

As the presents dwindled and a breakfast of cookies was served, Altair began to fuss and Karina insisted on putting him down for a nap.

"I'm perfectly capable of carrying him, Daddy."

Father and daughter tiptoed quietly to the baby's room and Draco watched her motions meticulously.

"You'd want me to tell you if I saw something I thought was bad, right?"

The abruptness of his first child's question caught Draco off guard and reduced him to a grunt of affirmation.

"I think I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night."

"Sweetheart," Draco said gravely, "I haven't kissed anyone other than you and Harry and Altair. Oh, and Grandma. You know I'd never do anything to hurt our family."

The young witch huffed in annoyance. "Not you. I meant Harry."

"But, you said Daddy."

Karina's arms crossed over her chest as her hip jutted forward in contest. "I can have two Daddies if I want. Unless," she considered, "you think Harry would rather not be my dad. That's okay, too. I mean, he has his own baby now."

Draco knelt to one knee and took his daughter's hands in his own. "He'd love to be your father, Karina. Harry loves you and Altair exactly the same. And that's quite a lot."

"I really love Harry, too. And Alty. He looks like you, and sometimes I think I look a little like Harry. I already asked Mum and she said I could call Harry whatever I wanted."

"Should we go tell him?"

Karina nodded with enthusiasm. "But, what about him kissing Santa? I saw it."

Draco could do little more than bellow over in laughter.

While Altair slept, a lion, an eagle, and a serpent prepared for Christmas at the Burrow. Harry fumbled nervously with the box in his hands as Draco wrapped the remainder of gifts they'd neglected until the last minute.

"You're making me nervous with your fidgeting, Harry."

"I have a present for you," the Savior burst. "I know we said we'd just go away for a while, but I thought it was only fitting."

Draco meandered over to his fiancé curiously and extracted the box from a trembling hand. Harry resumed wrapping and a gasp was heard above the tearing of paper.

"It seemed unfair to be the only one wearing a ring when we're to be married in less than a year."

The raven-haired man kept his gaze purposely occupied. And until a cold bit of gold touched his cheek, Harry remained stoic. "It's beautiful," Draco whispered and kissed the cheek not covered by his hand.

Harry removed that same hand and admired the gold band with green diamonds. It suited Draco's delicate, yet strong, fingers.

And it was a claim. A claim Harry had wanted to make official for years.

"Thank-you, Harry," Draco smiled and tangled their ringed fingers together.

A comfortable silence followed, interrupted too soon by their oldest eagle.

"Daddy!" Karina barked from the floor below. "I need you to braid my hair!"

Harry laughed and released the hand he held captive. "Duty calls."

"You know I can't braid worth a damn, Potter. She was calling for you."

"She called for her dad," Harry repeated uncertainly before the message dawned on him.

Draco grinned- that funny sort of smile, which started as a stretching of lips to reveal perfect, pearly teeth.

"Go to, now. She's not a Potter yet and Malfoys hate to be kept waiting."

"Daddy!" Harry heard once more, stirring a warmness in his chest that was rapidly filling his entire being.

It was the happiest Christmas Harry could remember.

Author's Note:

Let's be real, I did it for the smut. And shameless advertisement.

Okay, maybe a little shame. And a little procrastination.

And perhaps to invite you all to read Home- a work in progress. It can be found in my stories. There are already five chapters, so you've something to look through.

Thank-you for reading! I miss this story with my whole heart.