Christmas Eve, and Draco walked slowly through the cold streets of Diagon Alley on his way back to his London flat that he shared with the love of his life. He had just come from his friend and former teacher's house. Remus Lupin had helped Draco in preparation for Harry Potter's Christmas gift. Draco stared up at the beautiful night sky speckled with stars and thought of that wonderful night, one year prior.
Draco stared off into the night sky from the top of one of Hogwarts's giant towers. Seventh year. No more nights spent at his favorite spots. He knew he would be forced to join Voldemort's ranks despite his thorough hatred of the foul thing that called itself a "Lord." Salty tears burned the young Malfoy's silver eyes. The bitter December breeze blew a tear askew of its path down his pale cheek as he stood and approached the edge of the tower and peered over. The ground so far below seemed like an answer to his prayers.
"I don't want this life, and how easily it all could end," he stated aloud to himself thinking he was alone. Then came the spark of light in his world of darkness. The crack in the walls he had built to protect himself.
"Why?"
Draco whirled about quickly and saw the one person who he never would have expected to see. Harry Potter was bathed in the pale light coming from the night sky. His green eyes twinkled brilliant despite the dearth of light. Silent tears sprouted from his eyes again as Draco turned to stare across the grounds.
"Why does it matter to you? Why aren't you at the Christmas party with your little Gryffindors?"
"Because if I don't care then who will?"
All Draco could do was turn and stare at him. He was right. Harry walked slowly to Draco at the edge of the tower and led Draco towards the center and down into the tower itself. They sat upon the stone floor. Draco shivered slightly as his body met the cold stone.
"Draco, why were you going to do it?" came Harry Potter's voice quietly.
"It seemed good at the time," he said shakily, "I don't want to become like my father."
Harry only nodded, holding Draco close as silent sobs wracked the smaller boy's body. When Draco's weeping subsided, he looked up at Harry curiously. It was his turn for the questions.
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
Now one year later, after that beautiful December night, Draco Malfoy had the perfect gift. He had spent weeks in preparation. Inside the package tucked tightly under his arm was a photograph album. Inside were pictures of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and James and Lily Potter from their school days at Hogwarts. He knew Christmas this year would be wonderful.