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Title: You Make Me Complete

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: Will be R-rated

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.

A/N: Well. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to update, and I don't really have a good excuse, but I've been out traveling for a few days and then I was a bit Lazy. Sorry. )

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It's time to get on with the story, so here's finally Chapter four, I hope you'll like it!

Chapter 4
Christmas.

Eventually, Christmas came. And it was the best one I'd ever had.

On Christmas Eve, Draco was with Ron, Hermione and me in the Gryffindor tower. We were all alone, as almost everyone had gone home for Christmas, because of the war, and everyone wanted to be with his or her families (Ron wanted too, of course, but he decided to stay with us in tne end.) That there weren't any other students left at Hogwarts this Christmas, it meant that we had the entire Gryffindor common room to ourselves.

In the evening, we decided to go down to the kitchen. There we got some eggnog and Butterbeer from the house elves.

We played some cards, and drank drinks, and basically just hung out with each other.

This was the first time that Ron was "nice" to Draco, and vice versa. I don't know if Ron was nice because of the eggnog, or if it was the fact that he had found something he was better at than Draco. (Chess, of course, what else?)

I know that Draco was nice because he had had one or two eggnogs too much. If he had been completely sober when he lost he would have been very irritated. (He is a VERY bad looser! He absolutely hates to lose!).

Some of the time Draco entertained us with stories about his fellow Slytherin "friends". He told us quite some story about Parkinson and Zabini. It was quite rude (But it was Draco who told it, so it was to be expected). But Ron thought it was terribly funny!

Hermione looked both amused and horrified at the same time.

I thought it was completely tasteless, and therefore very funny.

When the clock started to turn very late, Draco stood up and said that he was going back to his room, but then Hermione stood up too and said, "You could stay here tonight!" with a rather mischievous smile. (This is worth noticing, as Hermione isn't a very mischievous person.)

Draco looked actually scared. He looked at her like he wanted her to shut the hell up, but that look soon disappeared, and with his usual smirk in place, he brushed his fringe away from his eyes, and said,

"But, why. Ms Granger, are you asking me to sleep with you?"

Ron looked ready to kill, you could see the twitching in his eyes, and how tight he balled his hands into fists.

But he had no time, as Hermione struck first. She gave Draco a death glare, and slapped him. (Not as hard as she did in our third year, but it still looked like it hurt.) Which, of course, made Ron look more content than ever.

Hermione's hand shot up up and covered her mouth, and you could see her mind working 'Did I do that?' Then she started to giggle. I didn't know how she dared to giggle! I thought for sure that Draco was going to kill her!

Sure, Draco had changed, but his temper hadn't. It was still as hot as ever.

But, to my surprise he didn't hurt her at all. He didn't even yell or anything.

"Granger! You're rough too! Who would've known?" He said, holding one hand on his cheek, which was now a bit pink after the impact of her hand. Still smirking and one of his elegant eyebrows lifted, he turned to Ron and said, "Are you sure you know what you've gotten yourself in to, Weasley?"

Hermione started to giggle even more (I suspected that she had had one eggnog too much as well.) But she answered, "Shut up, Draco! I meant that you could borrow a bed in the boys dorm, and sleep in that tonight." Draco had paled, as Hermione smirked at him (also that worth noticing). I had not a clue about what was going on. They were acting very... odd.

"He can sleep in your dorm tonight, right Harry?" Hermione asked, almost pleading.

'What is going on? Why is she so urgent?' I wondered.

"Of course he can. If you want to, Draco?" I said and turned towards him.

"Yes. I just have to go and get some stuff from my room until tomorrow morning. Is this alright with you, Weasley?" Draco was looking helplessly at Ron, his eyes almost begging him to let him stay. (He had DEFINITELY had too much eggnog.)

Ron, who wasn't used to see Malfoy asking for anything at all, even less pleading like this, (Well, no one's used to a Draco like that) simply said, "Yes." Ron looked a bit worried, actually.

"Thank you!" Draco said, and it sounded as he let out a breath he was holding. Then he spoke again, "Granger. Come with me and help me pack!" This time, however, Draco was NOT pleading, or a asking her for help. This was a command.

Ron seemed to notice the tone in his voice to, and said, "Don't order her around Malfoy!"

"Fine. Hermione, please, will you help me pack my things?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes, as he was already walking towards the portrait hole.

"Yes, Draco, I will, seeing as you are asking me so kindly." Then she turned around to Ron and said, "And thank you, for sticking up for me!" She gave Ron a quick kiss on the cheek and then went after Draco, who was already on the way back to his room.

When they came back Hermione stepped in through the portrait first, carrying a rather big bag, and then Draco came, carrying two very big bags.

"Draco. Do you need all that?" I asked carefully "You're just going to stay here for the night."

"What? Yes, do you think I wake up and look this perfect? I just need a few items to," he paused and waved a hand in the air impatiently, "help nature a little bit."

Ron snorted loudly, and as answer to that he got a rather nasty look from Draco, and he quickly went quiet.

When we were going to bed Hermione went to her dorm after she had kissed her boyfriend goodnight, and said a quick "goodnight," to me and Draco.

When we were changing for bed Ron looked at Draco's bags and said again "I still don't understand why you need all that stuff. All you need is a toothbrush and a pyjamas." Then he seemed slightly worried. "You DO have a pyjamas, right?" He looked frightened by the thought of seeing Draco Malfoy without any clothes on. I realised that I wouldn't really mind that particular sight. Then I cursed myself mentally. Where the hell did that thought come from?

I suddenly remembered the thing Ron had said about the "Sex-God-of-Slytherin"- thing, and snorted with laughter.

"What?" Ron wondered.

"Ron, whatever happened to the se-" I burst out between laughs before he cut me off.

He had obviously realised what I was going to say, and screamed, "SHUT UP!" He looked even more horrified.

"What?" Draco said, looking slightly bemused.

"Oh, it's nothing, really!" I said before I burst out laughing again.

"Ah, but now I HAVE to know!" he said, starting to look amused. I think he suspected what it was about, though. He knew that Ron was slightly jealous about his appearance back then.

"Drop it, or die Malfoy!" Ron sounded sincere, and Draco did drop it.

Then we went to bed, and Draco patted my back and yawned, "'Night Harry."

Ron looked a little weird, as he always did when Draco touched me, but he didn't say anything, only clambered down into his own bed.

I didn't think about those touched back then. It would've been stranger if he hadn't touched me, I think. It was not until later that I realized that it's not that common for male friends to touch each other like that. I understood that about the same time I moved away from Denial- land.

I simply said Goodnight to them both.

The morning after when I woke up Draco wasn't in bed. There were no Christmas gifts in the dorm either. 'Odd,' I remember thinking.

Ron was still sleeping. Being a heavy-sleeper, nothing can wake Ron Weasley before he's ready to wake up on his own accord. He didn't even wake up when I accidentally slammed my toe in the bed and cursed rather loudly.

I went down to the common room right after a very quick, and very innocent look in Draco's bags (which included FOUR sets of clothes! Plus the pyjama pants he had slept in. And a lot, and a lot of hair stuff. It was some special hair-shampoo, conditioner, hair-mousse, hair- gel, hair spray, and some stuff I hadn't even heard about.) 'Oh Marlin, but he really IS fussy!' I thought, and before I could stop myself I continued with 'But he really doesn't need it, with those looks."

'SHIT!' was my next thought right after that. Thoughts like that about Draco had started to become more and more frequent.

Well, down in the common room I saw Draco sitting in an armchair, reading a book. He seemed so peaceful, and so calm. So... beautiful. It was rather dark in the common room, except for the light from the fire, which reflected in Draco's blond hair.

He turned around as he heard me come down, and beamed at me, "Good Morning! And Merry Christmas!"

He looked so happy! 'Why is that?' I thought. He was always happier now than he used to be, definitely. But now he was genuinely happy, without any apparent reason.

I think I just stared at him for a few moments – at his blond hair, his pink lips, and his grey sparkling eyes. I soon composed myself and smiled at him.

"Having Christmas-spirits, are we?"

"Yes!" he beamed even more. "I was never allowed to be really happy, or have any real holiday-celebrations. And, it' is very much the same in the Slytherin dungeons. But it's rather cosy here in the Gryffindor tower, with the Christmas tree, and the fire, and all the gifts." He laughed slightly, "You can't believe it's just the three of you who are getting gifts!" He pointed at the giant pile of gifts that were under the tree.

"But- don't you get anything?" I asked, carefully.

"Me?From who?" He laughed slightly, not bitterly, just a laugh of acceptance and... amusement, like it was a silly thought that anyone would give HIM a christmas gift.

"Well, I've got you something, and I happen to know that your mother has sent you something, too."

"What? I've gotten something? From you?" He looked happier than ever, and he jumped up from the armchair, and hugged me. (Yet again, a normal thing in our friendship.)

We sat down, playing chess to wait for the other two to come down. I had lost my third game when Ron and Hermione finally came down and joined us.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione beamed.

She gave us a quick hug, While I thought about how lucky I was having friends like these, Draco went like a statue at the touch. I couldn't blame him, coming from a family like his it wasn't really a surprise that he wasn't used to receiving hugs.

Hermione didn't care though, she just turned to the next person in line, which was Ron, and he got a little bit more than a quick hug. (It was slightly disturbing to see my friends almost having foreplay in front of my eyes. Okay, so I might be exaggerating a little, but it really is necessary. That is one snogging-session I could've done without observing.)

When Hermione let go of him she hugged him once more, and pulled out a golden envelope from her pocket and said, "Merry Christmas, Ron!"

Ron answered, as though in a daze, "Thank you, 'Mione. Your gift should be under the tree."

We waited to open our gifts, until Hermione and Ron had opened the ones they had gotten each other. I knew that they had both wanted to give each other something special. Hermione had been very secretive about it, but I knew what Ron had bought for Hermione, and I knew that Ron had saved his money ever since they got together just to by her that. And I simply knew (I know a lot, don't I?) that Hermione would love it!

And I was right. When she opened her gift she just stared at it for a few moments, before she said, "Oh, Ron! It's wonderful!" It was an elegant gold necklace with a golden heart, with a little diamond in it. It was very beautiful.

Hermione glowed with affection, and she had tears in her eyes when she gave the necklace to Ron, so he could clasp it around her neck.

Ron looked as happy as Hermione did.

As Ron locked the necklace around Hermione's neck I stole a glance at Draco, and he looked at the couple with a dreamy expression and then I heard him make a quiet sound - it sounded like a happy sigh.

"Draco?" I smiled at him, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

He realized what he had done, and he looked at me threatening, and muttered, "Tell anyone and die, Potter! I'll deny it to my dying day, and no one will believe you anyway," through his teeth.

"Sure, sure. It's all empty threats when it comes to you, anyway." I answered, still smiling at him. I couldn't stop thinking, though, that he must be a real romantic. It was endearing, and I couldn't help but smile even more.

Then Ron opened Hermione's gift.

He opened the little envelope, took out a bit of parchment, and stared at it for a long time, before he stuttered, "Hermione! How did you... it's too much!"

I was so curious! I wanted to know what this fantastic gift was! Draco was just as curious, although he really tried to hide it. But the look in his eyes gave him away. Plus, there is the fact that I know that he is a very curious and nosy person.

"But, 'Mione!" Ron continued. "This really is, like, wow! How could you get this? It's too much!"

"Actually, Ron. I won that one in a competition. But then I bought something to help you take care of it. Accio!" She turned around and pointed her wand towards the christmas tree, and a Broom polishing-set came flying across the room.

'Is it possible? Can she have gotten Ron a broom? Which one? A Nimbus?' I thought.

"Harry!" Ron said and turned towards me, with the goofiest of grins plastered on his face, "I've gotten a Firebolt!" He looked shocked, shaken and happy all at the same time.

"What? Hermione, That's amazing! What kind of competition was that?" Draco said (he actually looked impressed!).

Hermione beamed and answered, proudly, "You know the books I've read before in the library, for months and months, about ancient magic? It was that, the prize was a Firebolt, and I won!" She turned to Ron.

"But... 'Mione! It was when you read all that when you forgot your homework for an entire week! Did you ignore your homework, for me?" Ron asked startled.

Hermione nodded, still smiling, as she saw how much her boyfriend liked the gift.

This was pure romance. 'Girlfriend ignores homework to win a broom for boyfriend.' How Cute!

Draco still wore a silly, slightly wistful smile on his lips. I was sure he liked the romance that took place before him. Even though he would rather die than admit that he was happy for Hermione like that (and maybe even happy for Ron.)

When Ron and Hermione had opened their presents from each other, everyone started to open their other presents.

Draco had bought things to both Hermione and Ron, and actually he had gotten things from both of them.

Draco looked very surprised. Happy, even.

Ron and Draco gave each other exactly the same thing, a big present-bag with candy from Honeydukes.

They just nodded to each other as a thank you.

He got some book from Hermione about potions, and looking extremely contended he said, "I've looked EVERYWHERE for this, but I haven't found it anywhere!"

He said a simply thank you, but the excited look in his eyes told her that he really liked it.

He had bought her a long, thick, fuzzy light-blue scarf. The colour looked very pretty on her.

Draco opened the gift from his mother as I opened the gifts I got from my friends, and from the Weasleys.

I blushed bright red as I opened Ginny's gift, which was a box of heart shaped chocolates. Ron laughed like a maniac when he saw them, Hermione looked at Draco with a worried expression, and Draco looked... disappointed? Then again, I was absolutely clueless about what Hermione and Draco knew that I didn't. But I was absolutely certain it was something they were keeping from me.

I got a fantastic gift from Lupin and Sirius. It was a watch. But not any watch.

It was a watch that had belonged to my father. Dad had gotten it on his 18th birthday from his parents. It was an elegant, classic silver watch and I loved it!

I had fun when Draco opened the gifts he got from me. Well the first one, at least.

"You've gotten me two presents?" He asked, with one of his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, but the blue one is mostly to tease you," I said with a mischievous smile.

"Er..." He said, staring at the package, looking slightly worried.

"It's nothing dangerous!" I assured him.

He opened the joke-gift, and looked slightly confused. It was a Muggle clock radio.

"Er... Harry - WHAT is this exactly?" He turned the radio around and around.

"It's a Muggle thing called a clock radio!" I told him cheerfully.

"You've gotten ME, Draco Malfoy, a Muggle invention?" He asked, frowning.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because is not an answer!"

"Yes it is!"

"Is not!"

"It is!"

"Is not!"

"It is!"

"Is no... Ah, what the hell! What does this thing do? How does it work?"

"It plays music," I answered. "And Muggles use it to wake up in the mornings. You normally use electricity, but I have put a spell on it, so it will work. Anyway, just use it as usual!"

"Which means what exactly?"

"Push the ON-button!" Ron growled.

"Do you know how to use this thing, Weasley?"

"Yes! I have a radio at home! Start it, already!"

It was a slow ballad as Draco turned on the radio, and he looked slightly impressed as he said, "It should be a Muggle to come up with something like this."

Then he opened my other gift, the "real" gift.

'He's going to hate it. He's going to hate it!' I thought as he ripped off the paper.

"Wow, Harry! This is amazing!" He sounded stunned.

'He likes it, He likes it.'

"Are you sure? Do you like it?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes- It's beautiful!" He said, pulling out the little silver bracelet I had bought him.

"Come here, and help me put it on!" He commanded, and stretched out his arm.

I obeyed. As I always do. I am so whipped.

When I had put it on his wrist he stroked my arm and said, "Thank you, Harry. I really like it." While he looked me straight in the eyes with his intense grey orbs, I remember thinking 'His eyes really ARE beautiful...'

This time, the thought was not that easy to brush away.

When everyone was done opening their presents, all of us went down for breakfast.

The rest of the day we spent in the common room, having a chess tournament. (Ron won, Draco came in the second place, and I lost.)

Then we went down for dinner in The Great Hall. It had, as usual been beautifully decorated for the Christmas feast. There were many tree's, mistlete was floating in the air, and here and there, it was small sparklers, glittering in red and green.

Dumbledore talked with everyone now and then, but mostly to professor McGonagall and Snape. Hagrid was nowhere to be seen. (He probably was somewhere with Madame Maxime.) Flitwick sang Christmas Carols to everyone who wanted to hear them (which was nobody, but he didn't care).

We were the only students left in the whole school, and Ron and Hermione just sat and looked at each other, holding hands. You could tell that they really were in love, and it left me and Draco to talk to each other. (I didn't mind, at all.)

We just sat and talked for hours about everything, and nothing, and the time just flew by.

When we went back to the Gryffindor tower, Draco followed us, and slept in our dorm again.

And even though it had been such a cheerful day, and it was the best Christmas of my whole life, I had a nightmare.

It was something about Voldemort and Wormtail and something else, and someone else; I don't remember what it was exactly. All I know is that when I woke up my scar was burning like it was on fire, and it was hurting like Hell. It had been a while since I had had a nightmare like this, but now it was back, and even though I couldn't remember what it was exactly, it really, really hurt!

I was sobbing when I opened my eyes, and looked to see if I had awoken Ron or Draco.

I looked over at Ron's bed first, but it was empty. 'Weird.' I remember thinking, before I turned towards Draco's bed, and was met by intense, grey eyes just a few inches away from mine.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Draco asked as he laid his hand on my shoulder and squeezed softly. "I heard you moaning," he continued, sounding worried, sitting down on his knees, beside the bed.

"It- it's nothing." I tried, but I knew that my eyes had a really frightened look in them, and my voice even quivered. I knew he wouldn't believe me.

"Yes, it was. Tell me!"

"It was just a stupid dream, really. It was nothing!"

"No. It was not 'nothing'. You know you can tell me. I am the one who you've told your deepest, darkest secrets, after all?" he smiled.

"But it was just a nightmare," I tried.

"And? Tell me what it was about! It might make you feel better. They say you shold tell someone about your dreams or nightmares, if you don't want to have them again."

"I don't really know - I don't remember," I said, while I started to rise, to sit up, instead of lying down. "Something about Voldemort. I don't really know. All I know for sure is that my scar is burning like hell. It really hurts!" I said and put a hand on my scar and tried to rub at it, to make the pain go away.

Draco leaned closer to me, and pulled my hand away from my scar, and then placed one of his fingers on it.

It felt better already.

Then he traced it with his fingers, making a zigzag line on my forehead.

I shivered.

Then he drew his fingers through my hair and whispered "Go to sleep again Harry. I'm not going to sleep until you are. Don't worry, I'll wait."

He squeezed my hand.

"Oh- I'll- I'll just do that," I answered, and I felt as if I was trembling.

Then he walked back to his bed, to wait until I was asleep. It took a long time for me to calm down from, not only the nightmare, but the touches also. But when I had finally started to relax again, I realized one thing, "Draco, where's Ron?" I asked quietly, as I deep down thought that he would've fallen asleep.

But he was clearly awake, and answered, "He waited until he thought both of us were sleeping, and then he sneaked out, probably to Granger, or what do you think?" I heard the slightly amused tone of his voice, even though I couldn't see him.

"Yes. He probably did." I answered, smiling too.

Somehow, it really did calm me that he was awake, so just a few minutes later, I was peacefully asleep.

End Chapter four.