AN/ Happy Christmas! Here's what you've all waited for so patiently! I'm sorry about the delay, but I had the worst time writing this chapter. I wrote 6 other completely different versions before I hit this one. I worked super hard, and I think you'll really like it. It's funny, smutty, and fluffy all in one! Thank you all of you who left a review! You're all the most wonderful readers in the world!

And because you are all so wonderful, you get to see the drawings I did of Harry in a kilt that I did for my dear friend FW_Viper. You'll have to click and paste these links into the little address bar in order to go to them. They're pretty much Harry in the same outfit and pose, but the first one, Harry's a bit thinner and a bit more feminine, in the second one he looks a bit more macho and tough. Enjoy!

http://den236.tripod.com/art/LadyDoncaster/page1/KiltHarry1_copy2.html

http://den236.tripod.com/art/LadyDoncaster/page1/KiltHarry2_copy.html

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Christmas Eve

Draco always considered himself to be a good, kind hearted, and generous soul; the fact that he was also a delusional psychopath with multiple personality disorder was a matter of very little importance to him. The fact remained that in Draco's head, he honestly did believe that throughout his life he had attempted to see the best in people and love them all to the best of his ability so according to their merit; it wasn't his fault that fate decreed he should be surrounded by imbeciles with the wit, sophistication, and tact of a faun in heat. At Harry's insistence, Draco had tried to be nice, really he did, but he'd put up with a lot of shit so far that day and after a while, some things are simply past forbearance.

"Alright, now look here you nasty little fuck, if I have to put up with any more of this fucking sexual harassment, I'm going to personally remove your head and ram it up your ass!"

The whole dinner table fell silent. Harry flushed brilliantly and attempted to send out an apologetic glance that said, "honestly, I'm just with him for the sex " before turning to his boyfriend.

"Look, Draco, I know you've had a tough day, but I honestly don't believe that that qualifies as sexual harassment."

"Are you kidding me? Did you hear what he said to me!?"

"Yes, actually, I did. And I don't believe I'm alone here when I say that I honestly believe that when he asked you how you took it, the Headmaster was referring to the cup of tea he was pouring for you." Harry waited with baited breath for some response beyond the violent twitch in Draco's left eye.

"Plenty of milk, no sugar." And that, thankfully, was the end of that conversation.

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When dinner was finally over, Harry had to admit that he had never been more glad. The fact that he and Draco had returned late from their date, forcing them to sit down to supper wearing a kilt and a leather miniskirt, respectively, was awkward enough. It didn't help that they learned that the main similarity between seventh year Ravenclaws and first year Hufflepuffs was their insatiable curiosity. The Ravenclaws seemed determined to learn as much as possible about transvestitism, no doubt so they could go back to their dorm and write a twenty page essay on the topic. For the most part, though, Draco managed to handle the situation quite well, calmly answering all of their questions. Granted, his answer was usually "none of your fucking business," but Harry was pleased that at the very least, he said it in such a way that the Ravenclaws seemed actually to believe that that was the real answer to "do you find that there is a certain level of sexual gratification received from dressing this way, or is it more of a way of attaining comfort in a moment of psychological distress?" The Hufflepuffs, on the other hand, were far less clinical and professional in their interrogations. They weren't quite as interested in the psychological origin of Draco's transvestitism so much as whether or not he still had a "thingy" and whether he wanted to get "boobies." Draco didn't handle these questions quite as well as he'd handled the Ravenclaws'. Harry was infinitely grateful, though, when the Ravenclaws finally intervened and explained to the Hufflepuffs the difference between being a transvestite and a transsexual.

When the topic switched from Draco's dressing habits to their relationship, Harry didn't know whether to be relieved or apprehensive. Although, when one of the Hufflepuffs asked "when you guys 'do' it, does Draco have to pretend to be the girl?" Harry decided that 'apprehensive' was the understatement of the year. Draco really didn't recover after that point and merely got progressively worse, climaxing at the point that he accused the Headmaster of being a "nasty little fuck."

Yes, Harry was definitely glad when supper was over. He knew one thing, though, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Only with the aid of divine intervention would Harry be allowed to fuck Draco that night.

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The walk back to Draco's dorm was oppressively silent and Harry was desperate to lighten the mood.

"Well, Draco, that was certainly an… interesting Christmas Eve supper."

Draco merely scowled and refused to answer.

"Of course, I must admit that the highlight of the evening may have been when McGonagall told that story about Snape almost leaving the castle wearing a Muggle woman's dress. Frankly, I don't buy his excuse for one second that he thought that it was men's clothing."

Draco still didn't answer, but the left side of his mouth lifted up in something akin to a smile, though that may have been wishful thinking on Harry part, as it just as easily could have been a sneer.

"Draco, you aren't angry with me are you?"

"Now why would you think that?"

"Look, Draco, I've already apologized five times for telling that story."

"Yes, well that doesn't mean that you didn't do it. It really wasn't funny."

"Everyone else thought it was," Harry said, trying to suppress a laugh.

Draco glared.

"Oh, come on Draco, it was a great story. I promise you, one day you'll look back on today and be able to tell your grandchildren about it."

"If you think that I'm going to tell my grandchildren that on my first date I got hit on by four straight men and five lesbians, then you're totally psychotic!"

Harry didn't even try to hide his laugh now. "But Draco, it's got to be a world record or something! You could go down in history!"

"Look, I really just don't want to talk about it. The first time it was irritating, the next eight times were painfully embarrassing, I wouldn't count this as a day I particularly want to remember."

"Well how about this, I promise I wont mention it again until the time comes that I can tell my grandchildren about it, and I'll make sure that you're not home at the time so that you won't have to have the painful experience of reliving it one more time. But I swear, by that time you'll think it's funny and you'll be telling them yourself."

"Why would I want to tell your grandchildren about the most embarrassing day of my life?"

Harry didn't reply, but only blushed furiously at his mistake.

"Holy fuck, Harry! It's our first date and you're already planning on grandchildren! Might I remind you that even if I were sticking with you for that long that we are both wizards!"

Harry just blushed some more and Draco delighted himself by laughing openly at his boyfriend. He stopped quite suddenly, though, and turned towards Harry, all the color had drained from his face and the laughter was replaced now with unmitigated fury.

"If you DARE get me pregnant Harry Potter, I swear on all that is holy that I WILL cut off your balls!"

Harry choked and sputtered and tried desperately to assure his boyfriend that he would never do such a thing and was quite sure that it wasn't even physically possible. Harry's dick, though, was suddenly was very nervous and wasn't at all sure if "Operation Fuck Draco" was such a good idea.

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When Harry and Draco got back to the Slytherin dorms, they were very surprised to find that the entire place had been decorated for Christmas. There were garlands everywhere and a large tree with fairy lights and all the ornaments were silver and green and red and gold. The ceiling had even been temporarily enchanted so that it looked like it was snowing inside. Hanging from the large iron chandelier in the center of the commons room was a very impressive amount of mistletoe. Harry noticed that the lion and dragon centerpiece from that morning had been placed on the mantle above the fireplace. They were currently engaged in nuzzling each other affectionately.

Harry smiled warmly and turned to his boyfriend. Draco also appeared to have a very pleased expression on his face, which Harry was rather surprised to see. He wasn't at all surprised, though, when it turned into a mischievous expression. Nor was he surprised when he was forcibly drug to the center of the room, directly below the chandelier. He was surprised, though, with the gentleness of the kiss that graced his lips.

"So Draco, I take it that you still want to be my boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Gryffindork, I'm trying to kiss you," Draco said affectionately as he removed Harry's glasses.

The second kiss started out awkwardly, as both boys were trying not to laugh. But as soon as Draco's hands slipped round Harry's waist, drawing their bodies flush against each other, they started to kiss in earnest. A slight moan sounded in the back of Harry's throat when Draco parted his lips with his tongue. As their tongues played back and forth in each other's mouths, Harry would occasionally let his eyes flutter open to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend. Harry loved the sight of Draco's eyes shut in concentration and passion. Once, though, when Harry opened his eyes, he discovered Draco's silver eyes staring back at him. Time seemed to stop along with Harry's heart and their kissing.

"You know, I may be totally off my trolley, but I think that I could spend the rest of my life just staring at you and die completely happy."

"Just stare at me for the rest of your life?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. "I seriously doubt you could do it."

"What!? Draco Malfoy isn't doubting his beauty is he? I simply cannot believe that."
"I never said anything of the sort, I merely implied that I don't believe you could just look at me and not give into the temptation of doing more." Draco suddenly let go of Harry and backed away, walking over to one of the two couches that sat on either side of the fireplace. Draping himself across the sofa lewdly, Draco glanced seductively over at Harry. "Feel free to stare all you like. Just don't touch," he added with wicked grin.

Harry laughed a little at Draco's antics, but moved so that he was sitting on the couch opposite of Draco.

"You do realize that according to your rules, you can't touch me either."

"Well, yes, but I have significantly more reserve that you do. A Malfoy never looses control."

Harry laughed inwardly, thinking back to all the times just since the beginning of Christmas Break that Draco had lost control.

"All right Draco, I'm game. We'll see who looses control tonight." Harry was quite certain that he could have Draco begging for it in no time. Draco had, after all, been the one all day long who couldn't keep his hands, feet, tongue, lips and at one rather interesting moment, nose off of Harry's dick. Harry was quite positive that he had this bet already won.

One by one Harry started removing items of his clothing until he was spread out on the couch wearing nothing but his kilt and a lustful gaze. Draco simply sat back and watched. Harry lifted up his kilt, baring his firm thighs and all but exposing himself. Draco raised an eyebrow in a disinterested manner. Harry removed the entire kilt and spread his legs. Draco smirked. Harry began stroking himself and moaning and panting in an extremely provocative manner. Draco laughed. Draco lifted one of his legs and propped it up on the couch, barely exposing himself to Harry. Harry nearly came. Harry crossed the short distance and crouched down in front of Draco, panting still and eyed the proof that Draco was aroused that only just peeked out from under Draco's skirt. Draco lifted his other leg, propping that one up on the edge of the couch as well, giving Harry a perfect view. Harry placed his hands on Draco's boots.

"No touching, remember?"

"I'm not touching you; I'm touching your boots."

Harry ran his hands along the black leather of Draco's boots, all the way up to the top, stopping just before he touched Draco's knees. Draco did nothing. Harry pushed Draco's knees further apart, forcing his skirt to ride up his thighs towards his waist as his legs were spread even further apart. Harry's dick jerked up despite itself. Harry licked his lips. Draco laughed softly. Harry placed his face in between Draco's thighs, stopping centimeters before he touched Draco's cock. Harry inhaled Draco's unique scent. He smelt of roses, leather, and sex. Harry was still panting; Draco could feel his warm breath against his genitals.

"I concede," Harry said softly before nuzzling his face in Draco's crotch.

Draco laughed an placed his hand on Harry's head, lacing his fingers through soft black hair, giving Harry his permission to touch him further. "I told you I'd win," Draco said, not unkindly.

Harry wondered what exactly happened to cause his perfect plan to fail so miserably as he began worshiping his lover's cock with his tongue. Harry wasn't supposed to loose control; Draco was the one who had been begging for this all day long. Harry decided to not worry about it as he enveloped Draco's cock in his mouth.

Draco was very pleased with himself. While his life philosophy generally did seem to involve simply taking whatever it was that he wanted, he knew only too well that being offered something freely wasn't what made it desirable. It was the forbidden that one wanted. Harry offering himself up to Draco was a very nice gesture, but it simply let him know that it was his for the taking anytime he wanted. Draco left on every piece of his clothing and only barely exposed himself and Harry's fate was sealed. Oh yes, Draco knew how to play this game only too well. No one could make Draco loose his control as completely as Harry just did.

Draco moaned appreciatively as Harry moved his mouth down his cock, briefly pausing to hold his testicles in his mouth before he placed a kiss on the inch of skin below his balls and then placed his tongue on Draco's entrance. Yes, Draco knew exactly how to get what he wanted. Draco's breathing began to speed up as Harry's tongue began its intimate exploration of Draco's ass. Draco wondered not for the first time how Harry had managed to obtain such a talented mouth, but he quickly forgot his musings as Harry's tongue began rhythmically massaging his prostate.

"Oh God," he whispered, back arching up off the couch, his entire body reaching out to meet Harry's tongue. He tried desperately to maintain his previous composure, but when his entire body was screaming out Harry's name, composure is completely unattainable, even for a Malfoy. He sighed dejectedly, though, when the tongue was removed. Harry replaced it with a finger, though, to appease Draco as he spoke.

"Draco…" he panted lustily, "Let me fuck you."

Suddenly, Harry's hand was slapped away and Draco's legs were snapped shut.

"I'm sorry, but you can't."

"What do you mean? I'm not playing now, I'm serious. I want to fuck you." Harry grinned up at his boyfriend cheekily.

"I'm serious too, I'm not letting you fuck me. Whatever you think of me, and whatever may have happened in the past, I assure you that Malfoys are not bottoms!"

Harry's face fell as he realized that Draco was indeed serious. He had known deep down inside that his request wouldn't be permitted, at least not after a day like this, but his hopes had risen nonetheless, and were now scattered beneath his feet. Up till that point everything had been perfect and Draco enjoyed everything that he did to him, Harry was just so sure that he could have convinced the boy.

"I thought you were enjoying this."

"You have a very talented mouth, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to let you fuck me."

Harry was torn between being sad, furious, and still horny as hell. In the end, horny as hell seemed to win out. Draco didn't have time to know what hit him. Before he knew it, he was ruthlessly pushed back on the couch and his skirt was shoved up to his waist.

"Wait! What are you…? I told you…!"

"Don't worry, Draco, I'd never hurt you, but bottom or no, I'm still going to get off on you."

Draco gasped as Harry hopped on top of him, straddled his waist, and started thrusting their erections together. Harry noted that Draco must have deemed this activity acceptable, as it didn't take any time at all before he too was thrusting his hips up wildly, every bit as desperate as his partner to get off together. Harry found that it was no where as satisfying as actually fucking, but what they lacked in technique they more than amply made up in speed, enthusiasm, and sheer desperation to come. Despite being largely out of breath, both boys were shouting the other's name as they finally came, bodies shuddering in sweet release as they spilled a mixture of their seed all over Draco's "Designer's Original" Leather Skirt. As Harry and Draco collapsed, chests heaving against each other as they sought to regain their breath, still maintaining their death grip on the other, both boys found they were far too fagged to do anything other than pass out.

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Harry was mildly disoriented when he woke, but very soon figured it all out when he looked down at the beautiful boy whom he, for the second time in his life, woke on top of. This time he looked on the boy with adoration. Draco was still sleeping, though Harry suspected that he was dreaming, as his long eyelashes kept fluttering against his cheek. Harry carefully disentangled himself from his recumbent boyfriend, mindful not to wake him. He then scanned the mess that they had left the night before, attempting to determine what he should bother collecting, as he couldn't hold onto everything. In the end, Harry decided on simply gathering his glasses, his and Draco's wands, and Draco.

As Harry carried the delicate boy upstairs he was briefly concerned that he wouldn't be able to find Draco's bedroom, though it soon became apparent that he needn't have worried as his room definitely stood out from the rest as being the one decorated to the hilt. Kicking the door shut behind him, Harry made his way to the bed where he lovingly laid his boyfriend. Harry then proceeded to completely unlace both of Draco's boots from ankle to knee before realizing that they also zipped up the side and cursed silently to himself. Throwing the stupid (if not incredibly sexy) boots aside Harry moved to slip Draco's skirt down over his hips. Once he got the skirt all the way off, Harry finally realized the full extent of the damage done to the skirt during their lovemaking. If they weren't wizards, Harry was quite certain that Draco would have killed him. As it was, he cast a quick cleaning spell and the leather was as good as new. When Harry finally got Draco's turtleneck jumper over his head he cursed Draco once again for not having chosen a simpler button up shirt. Now eyeing his new boyfriend sleeping peacefully with the moonlight casting golden beams over his naked body, Harry decided that the effort was worth it. He paused for a moment, trying to decide whether to bother finding pajamas for Draco or not, but then decided that it would have definitely have too much trouble, considering that he'd probably have to turn on the light to do so and most likely wake Draco in the process.

Harry shyly crawled into the bed next to his beautiful boyfriend and pulled the covers up over them. Glancing at the clock briefly before closing his eyes he saw that it was 12:01.

"Happy Christmas, Draco," Harry whispered as he placed a kiss on the boy's lips, which Harry felt for sure were smiling gently, even in his sleep.

"Happy Christmas, Harry."

Harry jumped up in surprise and looked down at his boyfriend, who was indeed smiling, and staring up at him.

"Did I wake you?"

"Hmm, yes…. Quite a while ago actually," Draco answered with a guilty little smirk. Though Harry wasn't quite sure whether guilty was ever meant to describe the word smirk. "I woke up before you carried me upstairs, but you seemed to be so into the 'macho boyfriend' thing, that I didn't want to stop you."

"you're horrible, you know that don't you."

"Oh, don't tell me that you didn't enjoy all that. I know full well that I enjoyed it."

"I don't know why I put up with you, honestly I don't." Harry shook his head in wonderment at the real piece of work that was his boyfriend.

"If you were to ask me, I'd say that you put up with me so that you can feel me up when I'm asleep." The smirk on Draco's face was not at all guilty now.

"I wasn't feeling you up!"

"Well why ever not!?"

Harry was thoroughly confused now.

"I'm just teasing you, Harry. I think that you're the most perfect boyfriend that anyone could ever wish for. I don't know a single other soul that would have done anything less that leave me there on the couch till morning, let alone have unlaced my boots completely to get them off me! That's a true act of love!"

"Yes, well, I didn't realize at the time that there was a zipper."

"Don't ruin it for me Harry! I prefer my delusional version where you were so overcome with the perfection of the moment that you wanted it to last as long as possible."

"Is that why you pretended to be asleep?"

"Maybe… It was all terribly romantic. I loved it when you carried me up the stairs. You puffed like a cow, you know."

"I did NOT!
"I know," Draco said with a loving smile.

"You are completely insane," Harry said, bending down to give his lover a kiss, "But I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Would you still have dated me if I were completely sane?"

"No, because then you wouldn't be Draco, and I'd be forced to scour the entire Wizarding world until I found the real you."

"Shit, this is a mushy conversation. Anyone would think that we were totally gone on each other."

"Now where would they get that idea?"

"I don't know. It's total bollocks, anyway. I can't stand the sight of you."

"Nor I you."

Draco leaned in for one more lingering kiss from Harry. The two lovers, wrapped in each other's arms, then settled down for a long winter's nap.

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AN: If you are all good little boys and girls and send lovely reviews, then Lady Doncaster shall give you all a next chapter within the NEXT WEEK! I know you don't believe me, but honestly, it's all written out in my head and I too am on Christmas Break, and I quit my job as well, so I can spend all the time I like writing fanfiction!

Gosh, I just realized that throughout this chapter I've successfully managed to spoof my own story, "Secrets"! I can't believe I did that!

PS: I also drew a third black and white drawing of Harry wearing nothing but his kilt, which is oddly enough, what inspired that scene in this chapter. If you want to see that too, let me know in your review, and I'll post a link in my next chapter. That is, of course, as long as it's okay with my friend FW-Viper, since it was specifically drawn for his viewing pleasure and he didn't post it with the rest of the pics I gave him. Although, I did draw them, so technically they are my pics whether my friend is shy about letting people see the pic he wanks off to or not. //laughs maniacally and then apologizes to FW_Viper for my being a psychotic and evil friend // Don't worry good people, he'll forgive me, he usually does. //blows FW_Viper kisses//

I love you all and have a Happy Christmas Break!