Title: Christmas Wishes

Author: Larkin

Rating: R - contains slash, if you don't like slash, that is male/male relationships do not read. Do not flame me because it is slash, you were warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry and all his friends and enemies belong to J.K.Rowling I'm just borrowing.


Chapter two - What Draco wants for Christmas

In another tower of the castle Draco was leaning on a windowsill staring out at the view.

Draco was restless and he could not put his finger on what was disturbing him. On the surface life was good. Draco was a Prefect, the acknowledged leader of the Slytherins. None of his fellow Slytherins doubted that he had a brilliant future ahead of him supported by his family's money and position and subtly boosted by the veiled connection to "You-know-who". Draco was after all the only child and heir of an aristocratic pureblooded wizard family of considerable influence.

Maybe this was the problem Draco thought. The differences between how others see you're life and how you know it to be. For someone who came from such a good family and who had such attentive parents Draco had spent more than his share of Christmas's at school. Somehow important business has often come up over the holidays and his parent's had had to be away from home. Draco had actually spent more of his holidays at school that he had at home. Although he would not have admitted it, even under torture, the holidays spent at school have been the better times. On the rare occasions when his parents had been at home for the holidays it had been because they were hosting holiday gatherings rather than going to attend them elsewhere. What they had wanted of Draco was a perfect son and heir to show off at intervals. The rest of the time they wanted him in his room and quiet so as not to disturb the adults

This had been going on for years, Draco had thought that he was used to it, so why was it troubling him now. Perhaps, he thought, because this was the last Christmas that he would be spending at Hogwarts.

In fact Draco had a certain sense of foreboding about what the future. He knew what was expected of him on graduation. He was apprehensive about going to work for his father in the family businesses because he knew how difficult his father could be to please but he was not afraid of that. What he was rather afraid of was that his father was going to demand that he join the DeathEaters.

He had not talked to anyone about his feelings about that. None of the Slytherins could be trusted, any one of them would have reported the conversation to their families, most of who would them have run straight to Lucien Malfoy to either garner credit with him, or indirectly with the Dark Lord. As for trusting anyone else from another house the habits of seven years were just to strongly ingrained. For about the four thousandth time Draco wished that he had been able to be friends with Harry Potter. If he was totally honest he wanted more than friendship from Potter.

Abruptly Draco shook his head, that was an unproductive line of thought, better to choke it off right now. He glanced at his watch and realized that he had missed dinner and was hungry. Never mind, he would go to the kitchen and get some food. With that he abruptly turned and headed of to the castle's kitchen. He moved through the halls cautiously. There were some advantages to being a Prefect, it was not that late and he was unlikely to be challenged for being out of his tower but old habits die hard.