It took no conversation, (at least, none that Harry could hear) for the rest of the Cullens to sit at the dining room table and join the wizard as he ate his dinner. Esme took a bite of ham, chewed politely, and swallowed.

"How is everything, dear?" she asked.
Harry sipped his water and grinned. "everything is absolutely delicious!"

If she could, esme would probably be blushing.
"That's very kind of you."
"Not at all. Thank you for having me for dinner." Harry replied. Then he grimaced, and Edward closed his eyes.
"I mean..."
"We know," Carlisle said calmly. "You are welcome. Anytime, really."

"Thanks," Harry answered. He cleanly cut his meat and continued eating. When he was finished he settled his knife and fork on his plate and wiped his mouth. When he lifted his glass to take a drink he found that the family had ceased eating precisely when he did.
"Delicious," he praised again. Esme smiled.

Emmett, who like the other siblings hadn't spoken much since greeting Harry, backed up his chair and pulled Rosalie up with him. "So, presents?" he asked eagerly.
Excited agreement arose from the table and when Alice made a move to clear some plates, Harry stopped her.

"No, allow me. Please." He asked, drawing his wand. She raised her fine eyebrows and the rest of the family focused on him too. "If you don't mind, that is."
"Not at all!"
"Okay." With a sweeping wave the table's contents rose and floated away to the kitchen. Jogging to keep up with them, Harry flicked his wand once more. Garbage dumped itself into a bin beside the pantry and dishes gently dropped into the sink where they began to scrub themselves. Leftovers were wrapped instantly and stacked themselves neatly on a countertop.

"That's incredible!" Alice exclaimed.
"Thanks," Harry replied. He was grateful for the domestic spells Mrs. Weasley was sure to impress on all her children.
Teddy began to cry in the adjoining living room, his soft fussing telling Harry that the child probably wanted something to eat too. He went to the boy, scooping him up and hushing him. He plucked a bottle from the bag that Edward had placed on the side table and offered it to Teddy. Upon returning to the family, he noticed that Rosalie's expression was the softest he had ever seen on her. The compassion in her golden eyes held the warmth of a mother and a sadness that he remembered seeing in Mrs. Weasley's at Fred's funeral.

"Rosalie, would you hold my godson while I get him something to eat?" he asked her.
"Oh," she gasped. "I would love to," she said softly.
"Well here you go," Harry wrapped a fuzzy blue blanket around Teddy to keep him warm and gently passed him over to the female vampire. She sighed softly and pulled him gently to her chest, where he squirmed and scrunched his nose a bit. She wrinkled her nose back at him and he laughed happily.
Under the cap snuggly pulled down to his ears, Teddy's hair went blond.

Harry entered the kitchen and sorted through the plates of food he had covered. Finally, he found a bowl half-filled with whipped potatos. They had been absolutely delicious: seasoned lightly and not clumped or watery. He uncovered the bowl and tested the temperature of the mash with his index finger. Finding them the gentle combination of hot and cooled, he licked his finger clean and returned to the living room with the bowl in hand.
"Accio Teddy's spoon," he said with his other hand outreached. A small green spoon with a soft blue rubber handle flew from the bag to his grip.
"Here, Rosalie. If you sit down with him, you can give him some dinner."
"Ohh," she cooed softly.

The wizard laughed. "Trust me, it's not so glamorous. He's a marauder- a menace only thinking about making messes."
"Very alliterative of you, Harrison." Edward smiled at him.
"Shut up..."
"Okay okay, presents!" Emmett urged.
"Haven't you received enough gifts over the past century or so?" Edward asked him exhasperatedly.
Emmett scowled. "I don't care much about my gifts, I want to see his reaction!"

Harry felt uncomfortable. "You didn't have to get me anything." he mumbled.
"Oh yes we did," assured Alice. "You've made Edward happier than we ever could. You deserve everything and more." The others nodded in agreement.

"Right then," began Carlisle. "Ladies first?"
"I'll go!" piped up Alice. She reached under the tree and pulled out several brightly wrapped packages, passing them out to her family.
"I've already looked, and I know you will love them all. Even you, Harry! I wish it was a bit easier to See you though."
She handed him a good-sized package decorated in shiny green paper with a silver bow.
"Alice, you can't give him that now, it will ruin it!" complained Rosalie.
"Well by all means then, give him yours now too!"
"Good idea!" Emmett was out of the room in a flash. Seconds later he returned at a slightly slower place, carrying a large object. The thing was cloaked in a large blanket of Festive fabric, and a gigantic bow that sparkled sat on top of it all.

"Is that-" Harry began, but he was cut off by comment from Rosalie.
"It's not like you know what it is or anything, Harry." she said exaggeratedly. "You must be so curious about what it is!"
Smiling, Harry played along. "Golly! Whatever could it be?" he asked, laughing. Emmett placed the thing on the floor in front of Harry. It gently rested where it should have made a loud "thunk."
"Wow! Can I open it Eddy? Can I, Can I, Can I?" The Cullens laughed, and Edward smiled that classic smile at his boyfriend.
"Is this Teddy's first Christmas or yours?" he asked.
Harry pouted.
"Go ahead and open it, Harrison. As long as you never call me 'Eddy' again."
"Deal. I hate that nickname anyway. It sounds ridiculous."

Harry peeled off the large bow and stuck it on Teddy's head. It was obsurdly huge on top of his small body, and the boy laughed through a mouth of potatos, making a mess down his chin that Rosalie casually cleaned up. With a flourish, Harry lifted the tarp off of his gift and gasped in awe.
There sat his motorcycle; a fresh paint job cast an impressive black shine that the wizard could see his reflection in. There was no sign that this bike had been so badly damaged as it had. There were no dents, no scratches, and no visible signs of repair as Harry circled it, admiring.
"This is incredible," he said softly.
"It was no problem," Rosalie assured him. "It had to be done- and it was fun."
"You fixed this?" he asked Rosalie, shocked.
"Well, Emmett mixed the paint and such. The stuff he wouldn't mess up."
"Hey!" the bulky vampire defended. "I was fixing up your car, Sweetheart."
"Oh, that's right!" Rosalie answered as though just remembering.
Everyone laughed.

"Well it's amazing. Thank you so much." Harry told her sincerely.
"Now you can open mine, Harry!" Alice called joyfully. She handed him the package.
"It's from Jasper and me." Happily, the gryfindor opened the gift and peeled back a layer of tissue paper.
"Fantastic!" a brand new helmet, as black and reflective as his bike, and a pair of expensive-looking leather gloves were nestled in the box by a sleek black and silver coat, which he lifted to examine.
The entire jacket was black, except for silver patches running from the elbows and down the forearms. There was also silver piping in two lines down the torso. It was a thick, heavy material that felt like silk to his fingertips. It wasn't stiff, like he thought it should be as he pulled his arms through the sleeves and zipped it up. It hugged him like a second skin, but wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest.
"It's the sort that professionals wear. We figured you might be able to add even more to it," Alice explained as the wizard eagerly stood to look at his reflection in the mirror above the mantle.
"It's not that we think you're fragile," she hurried to say, "But it's just so easy for something stupid to..."
"I understand," Harry assured her. "I absolutely love it."
"oooh! I knew you'd say that!" Alice squealed.
"Alright alright, next?" Emmett eyed the rest of the brightly papered gifts under the tree. The Cullens and their guest spent a long while opening gifts and telling stories. Teddy received numerous gifts as well. Esme admitted that she hadn't so much as passed by the baby aisles in the stores in at past 60 years.

"I just can't believe the things they have available these days!" She gushed as Harry laughed at the collection of "designer diapers" she had purchased.
"Draco will be very pleased," the wizard told her.
"He often says that Teddy has no fashion sense. You know, onesies, sweatshirts... Sometimes we just let him go naked if he's being particularly frustrating about clothes. Denim diapers though- Classy!" he finished with a laugh.
Said child was currently napping in Rosalie's arms. "I can't believe he's asleep. All these pictures and he won't even be awake!" Alice had been snapping pictures of the group the entire time.
"It's alright," she said lightly. "He's adorable."

"Well, everyone else is done, Now I think it's time for our favorite couple to exhange their gifts," Emmett announced with a grin.
"Oh, thanks for the prompt, Emmett." Edward drawled sarcastically. But he didn't move or reach for a present or anything. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and a soft humming reached Harry's ears, a sign that the vampires were communicating so rapidly and silently that he couldn't even fully hear them. Emmett raised his hands in surrender after a second.
"Yeah yeah, alright. Go be sappy about it."
"About what?" Harry interjected.
Edward wrapped an arm around his lower waist and pulled him into an embrace. "I thought it would be nice if we exchanged gifts at your place, tomorrow morning. Like a traditional Christmas morning."
Harry smiled. "I'd like that," he replied.
The Cullens, Harry and Teddy spent another hour together laughing and taking pictures in Alice's case. When Edward announced that he would be taking his boyfriend home, the bouncy vampire tossed the camera at the wizard.
"Here," she said happily. "Our memories are stronger than humans'... Even the magic ones. And you can show them to Teddy when he's older."
"Thank you!" the gryffindor told her, and he gave her a hug before scooping up Teddy from a reluctant Rosalie, waving goodbye to the others and following Edward out the door to the Volvo.
On the drive back, Teddy's soft snores filled the quiet car. Harry ran his thumb over the back of his boyfriend's hand where it held his.
"That was lovely," he said.
Edward snorted a bit. "It's kind of embarassing."
"Oh shut up," the wizard responded. "I love spending holidays with families... It's special." Edward smiled at him as the black haired man gazed out of the window through the thick snowy trees.

Harry and Edward stepped over the threshold and walked quietly into the still house. Harry headed up the steps and Edward knew that he was putting Teddy down in his crib. The vampire turned to the living room, intending to sit and wait when he was started by the soft "Hi," spoken to him from one of the large armchairs. Draco Malfoy was sitting, turned away from him and facing the fire which danced in the grate. He stroked Razor, who was draped heavily across his lap. He was only wearing pyjama bottoms, leaving his pale torso bare. The wizard's hair wasn't as perfect as usual, though it was clean and somewhat brushed. The firelight reflected pink skin and tired, puffy eyes. Edward walked around the couch to sit on it, facing the profile of the dejected slytherin.

"Hello," he replied calmly. "It's good to see you downstairs again."
Draco sighed through his nose in response.
Edward knew it would be tactless to ask the ever-unintelligent phrase "Are you alright," but the instinct to do so took over. He asked anyway.
Draco shook his head in response and squeezed his eyes shut. "No," he said quietly. "I'm not."
Edward breathed out loudly.
"That's okay," he said. "It's okay to not be alright."
Draco didn't do anything to make it known that he had heard.
Edward stood up again. "Well," he began honestly. "I hope that things get better for you soon." He awkwardly clasped his hands behind his back, then swung them back to his front and left the room, pretending that he didn't hear the soft sobs coming from that chair as he headed upstairs after Harry.

Edward passed the nursery and found the door closed, so he continued on to his boyfriend's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he leaned against the molding as he watched Harry undress and get ready for bed. First the shirt, lifted in a smooth single motion over the wizard's head, revealing his toned stomach and lean but powerful chest. As Harry turned slightly to toss the article into a hamper, his scarred back was presented to the vampire, (who chuckled silently at the victory dance which Harry performed upon making the shot into the hamper.) Then the fingers dropped to a belt buckle, which slipped open with a soft clash of metal on metal. Harry didn't pull the belt through the loops, but simply tugged it loose and then moved on to unfastening his jeans. The jeans and belt slipped to the floor, leaving the wizard clad only in black boxer shorts. Harry then turned entirely away from the doorway, and languidly stretched to the ceiling. Edward watched the ropey muscles from the gryffindor's calfs to his shoulders pulse with the effort.

"Are you quite through?" his boyfriend's voice startled him out of his spying. The wizard was still facing away from him, but when Edward coughed embarrasedly, turned around. Then his arms were full of wizard and a warm kiss was on his mouth.
"I don't mind that you watched me." Harry said against his lips. "It's only slightly less creepy than watching me sleep," he laughed and stepped back again. Edward smiled.
"But," Harry continued as he walked away to brush his teeth. He laughed again when Edward followed his swaying hips into the bathroom. "You do have to tell me what you were thinking."

The wizard nonchalantly scrubbed his teeth as Edward watched him in the mirror from over his shoulder. When Harry had spat and wiped his mouth with a towel, his boyfriend leaned down and nuzzled the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "I was thinking that the jacket Alice bought you looked damn sexy," Edward said gruffly. "And I was also thinking I wish I spied on you more often." He kissed the tanned skin at his lips and smiled. "But as you said, I already watch you sleep, so I guess I've filled my quota for the evening." When Harry turned around, the vampire was already back in the bedroom, standing at the desk as though he inteded to leave through the window.
"Wait!" Harry stopped him.
"You can stay tonight. Please? It's Christmas eve."
Edward grinned and followed Harry to his bed. The wizard curled himself beneath the covers and Edward was going to take his customary place on top of them, when he was stopped.
"Why am I only wearing boxers?"
"Because you decided to strip-tease for your bedroom."
Harry smirked. "I knew you were there the entire time."
"How?"
"Anaklusmos told me. What I meant is, you are still wearing your shoes for Merlin's sake."
The vampire eyed him. "You want me to undress?"
"It's only fair."
"Fine."

Harry sat bolt upright on the bed, allowing the sheets to pool at his waist. "Seriously?"
"Why are you shocked?" Edward asked, confused, as he stood up and toed off his sneakers.
"I- I didn't think you'd actually say 'okay'."
Edward leaned over and kissed Harry deeply.
"For you, Harrison," he said quietly. Then he removed his clothing, one article at a time until he too was left only in his boxers. Harry smiled.
"Come on, get in."
"But I'm-
"I'll cast a charm. Lay down with me."
The vampire complied and lifted the comforter to slip in beside the boy who lived.
Harry spoke a spell and then squirmed closer so that his naked torso was flush against Edward's. "What did you do?"
"It's a charm so that my skin doesn't feel the cold. You're warm," he said contendedly.
"Oh."
Harry tilted his chin up and caught the vampire's lips in another kiss. He felt hands come to rest on his waist and ran his own fingers across every plane of Edward's torso that he could reach, finally tangling his fingers in the vampire's broze hair. He breathed heavily through his nose and heard Edward groan as cool liquid began to seep into their kiss. Harry didn't mind the taste, but Edward broke away soon after and wouldn't allow him more. Edward roughly swallowed back the venom in his throat and kissed the wizard's forehead.
"Enough," he said gently.
"Go to sleep, Harrison. Merry Christmas." Harry looked into his eyes, which had turned a deep, dark color.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too." Edward tucked an arm around his waist and pulled him close as the wizard's breaths began to even out and he eventually fell asleep.

Edward buried his nose in the nest of hair on his boyfriend's head and inhaled his scent as he slept. He looked around the room, admiring the way Harry's character and personality shined through. Pictures, newspapers, and textbooks were as scattered as ever, and it made Edward smile to see notes on World War II intermingled with parchment, quills, and magic candy wrappers. Anaklusmos was asleep in her tank beneath a heated lamp, and the bluish light from her habitat lit up everything else in the room, including Harry's face. It was peaceful and relaxed as he slept curled into Edward. The charm still seemed to be in effect, as he didn't shy away from what was normally very cool skin. Edward often watched him dream, wondering what was going on in the head of his boyfriend.

Now though, as Edward lay beside him, it became very clear what Harry's subconscious was thinking of when Edward felt a warm weight grow against his thigh and Harry's soft features twitched in his sleep. He began to breathe heavily and Edward watched as his boyfriend began to dream of sex. The vampire pulled back and wondered if he should leave, or at least get up, but he told himself that Harry had invited him to be here, and so he could stay. He wrapped his arm back around Harry's waist and closed his eyes tightly as the wizard's panting made heat on his shoulder. And then Harry began to shift his hips against Edward, and all the vampire could think of was the intoxicating scent that changed around his boyfriend as the dream continued. His tangy scent became thick and heady as his hormones raged and then he was pulsing and Edward felt the wet warmth against his hip. Harry shuddered and breathed deeply again, cuddling once more around Edward's solid form. The vampire simply held him, eyes still shut tight, doing his best to ignore the rushing venom in his glands and the cooling stickiness that remained between him and his wizard.