disclaimer: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. Danny, on the other hand, is mine.

warnings: slash, which at this point should be obvious.

A/N: I'm here! I'm updating! It took me a month but I'm updating! We are nearing The End! Not yet, I mean, but it's getting closer and I just want you to be emotionally prepared for that. Anyway... Please do read the product of my sick mind. Thanks.

"Awwww!" Danny beamed and clasped his hands together against his cheek. "That's so cute!"

Harry raised an eyebrow to Danny's gesture. "I'm sensing sarcasm."

"Sarcasm?" The brunette snorted and tugged his bright yellow scarf tighter. "There's no sarcasm. Honey, the guy told you he loves you."

Suddenly Harry blushed and a very girly aura appeared around him. "I know." He nearly giggled.

Danny only smiled at this, feeling the faintest sting of jealousy, and let the subject go. "So why am I here? Shouldn't Draco be here instead?" He asked, taking a hold of one branch of a rather puffy Christmas tree and turned it in different angles, to see if that particular branch returned to his high demands.

"He doesn't like Christmas. He actually asked me if we could keep the tree outside." Harry told, rounding another tree, which reminded Harry of a lost puppy somehow.

"Doesn't like Christmas?" Danny sounded scandalized and when Harry turned to face him, he was pressing his hand against his chest with a shocked expression on his face. "I can't believe you're actually sharing a bed with someone who doesn't like Christmas. I love Christmas." He suddenly blushed. "This one looks nice, doesn't it?"

"I dunno." Harry murmured. "It's kind of big."

"You can cut out the top and take just that."

"And it's nearly bald."

"It's a tree."

"A tree can be bald." Danny rolled his eyes, which Harry chose to ignore. "So?"

"So what?" The brown eyed boy asked, stepping to the next Christmas tree candidate.

"Is the tiny blonde who never shuts up and who we all love dearly still in the picture?"

"I- I- She- I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"It's complicated."

At first, Harry didn't quite understand but then he remembered again. "Oh. Right. So you won't be kissing her on New Year's Eve, then?"

"By the look of it, I won't be kissing anyone."

"I can kiss you."

Danny blushed severely and took a great interest in the tree in front of him. "Please don't." He mumbled, not looking at the other boy. Harry bit his lip, cursing in his mind.

"I'm sorry."

"Forget it. Now there's a cute one!" He pointed at rather small tree, it was puffy from every angle and it hardly reached Harry's nose. "Draco won't even realize it's there. Plus, it's probably cheap too, as it's so small. And as it's so fat that you can put lots of decorations."

"Danny?"

"Yes?"

"It's a tree."

"If a tree can be bald, it can be fat too!"

-

"Draco!" Harry called. He received no answer. "Huh. Oh well, come on, let's get it in the living room." The boys carried the tree into the living room where the TV had been left turned on. Harry grunted. "Typical. Maybe we should put this in front of the TV. Maybe he'd learn to turn it off every once in a while."

Danny didn't even smile. "Harry? Tree. Heavy."

"Oh right, let's put it in that corner." Finally, after grunting, panting, pushing and twitching the tree stood happily in the corner, covering nearly half of the window. "There." Harry sighed, face glowing from the all the work. "It looks perfect."

"It's crooked."

"You're crooked."

Danny gave Harry his most charming smile and tilted his head. "It kind of looks like Oprah." He stated. "And if you say that I look like Oprah, I will hit you. Hard."

Harry looked at tree, puzzled. The name, Oprah, sounded familiar but he couldn't quite remember where it was familiar from. He too tilted his head, but saw nothing but a tree. "It looks like a tree to me."

"That's because you don't have imagination."

"Whatever." Harry rolled his eyes. "C'mon, I've got something for you." He grabbed Danny's hand and led him upstairs, into his room. He went through his closet for a while before letting out a small cry of victory. He hid something behind his back. "Which hand?"

"Oh c'mon, Harry…"

"Which hand?"

"Um, I dunno… Left?"

Harry showed his left hand. There was a package, wrapped in bright red paper and it was tied with golden string.

Danny let out an excited, child-like, screech and took the package. "Can I open it?"

"Of course not. Not until tomorrow morning."

The brunette's expression fell. "Please? Just a little peek?"

Harry shook his head firmly. "No, it wouldn't be a proper Christmas present if you opened it in advance." Danny pouted, and even though he looked incredibly cute Harry still didn't give in. "You're going to love it, trust me." He told, smiling.

"Thank you." Danny softly pecked Harry's cheek. Harry took advantage of the closeness and wrapped his arms around the other boy.

"You're welcome."

Danny buried his face on the crook of Harry's neck and breathed in his scent. "I really don't want you to leave." He mumbled, against his neck. "I know it sounds selfish, but you're my first real friend, who actually wants hang out with me other times too than just during lunch."

"Anyone would kill to hang out with you. You're funny, smart, extremely sexy and handsome, very cool to have fun with, great in bed-"

Danny let out a short laugh. "We really shouldn't have done it, should we?"

"I don't regret it." Harry whispered. "Do you?"

"I…"

"Because I don't want you to. I don't want you to have any bad memories of me. Or of us."

"I don't have any bad memories. And I don't regret it. I've never regretted anything and I'm not about to start now."

They stood in silence, arms wrapped around each other and bodies tightly pressed together for a long while before they heard someone clear their throat. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Danny stepped away from Harry. "I better go."

"What about my present?" He asked, pouting a little.

"I'll leave it under the tree." Then Danny left, giving a small nod to Draco, who closed the door behind him.

"What was that?"

"That, my darling, was a little quality time with my friend." Harry told matter-of-factly and turned his back to the blonde. "You left the TV turned on again."

"Why was he here?"

"Because he's my friend, Draco. A friend. A term you're probably unfamiliar with but to me Danny, my friend, is rather important and I'd appreciate if you respected that."

"I on the other hand would appreciate it if you looked at me when you speak to me."

Harry turned around. "Happy?"

Draco stepped forward, pressing Harry between his body and the desk. "The tree downstairs…"

"What about it?"

"It looks like Oprah."

-

When Harry woke up the next morning, he realized that something wasn't quite right. Firstly, he was in his bed alone. He clearly remembered making love with Draco last night after decorating the tree and then falling asleep next to him. But now the blonde was nowhere near him. Secondly, it wasn't raining, as it always did in Vilinburg. It was actually snowing. A wide smile spread on Harry's face after realizing this and he lied down for almost half an hour, just watching the snowflakes fall softly. Finally, he got himself out of the bed and to his morning routine.

Another half an hour later Harry was fully dressed and he headed downstairs. Then he realized something else. It was Christmas.

Harry practically dived under the tree and to all the presents. He took the first one with his name on it he saw, but decided that he couldn't possibly open his presents without Draco.

"Draco, get your ass in here!" He shouted. "C'mon, I will open your presents soon too!" This had no effect. Harry huffed, stood up and went to see if Draco was in his own room. It was empty. But from the window he saw a figure standing outside in the backyard, arms spread and face meeting the sky. Harry smiled and ran downstairs again. He then crept behind the blonde, whose eyes were closed, and hugged him. "Merry Christmas, my darling."

"You woke up."

"I did. And you were gone."

"I saw the snow."

"Ah. You're having an affair with the snow." Draco didn't reply. He simply leaned his weight against Harry's warm body. "Santa Claus came over."

"Yeah? What did he bring?"

"Presents."

"For me too?"

"Yep. There's a big pile for you. Bigger than mine."

"I've been nicer."

"Can we go open them?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to know what I got."

"You're so materialistic."

"When I need to be, yes. Can we go? It's cold out here." Harry took Draco's hand and led him back inside, to the living room. "See? You're pile is so much bigger than mine."

"Jealous, are we?" Draco smirked, sitting on the floor and taking one present from his pile.

"Never." His boyfriend muttered and also sat down. Harry had only five presents in his pile. Hermione, Ron and Ginny had joined forces, and galleons, from them Harry received a year supply of Honeyduke's finest candy. Mrs. Weasley had once again knitted him a sweater, a plain red one this time. And from Hagrid he received a home-made fruitcake and a book of the most dangerous magic creatures in the world. How very… Hagrid. Then there were only two presents left, Danny's and Draco's. Harry decided to open Danny's first. "Oh dear Merlin."

Draco looked up. "What?" Harry grinned widely and couldn't get a word out of his mouth. "What is it?"

"It's… It's… Bloody hell." What Harry had unwrapped was a pair of black boxers with a tiny pink heart on the left hip.

At this point Draco had gotten a peek of the boxers. "I don't even want to know." He stated and returned back to his pile.

Still grinning maniacally, Harry put the boxers next to the book he got from Hagrid and picked up the last package with his name on it. The note said Happy pagan-feast-stolen-by-the-Christians, Draco. The golden wrapper hid a box, covered with dark green velvet. Slowly, Harry finally opened it. He gasped as he saw the silver chain, with a padlock hanging from it.

"You like it?" Draco whispered, right next to his ear, and took the necklace from the box, putting it on Harry's neck.

"I love it." He paused. "Did you open mine?"

"Yeah, I did." Draco sat down next to Harry so that they could see each other's faces. There was a silver necklace with a snake biting one of the hoops of the chain hanging on Draco's neck. "Thank you." He pressed a soft kiss on Harry's lips.

"So I'm assuming that you like it?"

"You're assuming correctly." They kissed again. "I'm hungry."

A wicked smile spread on Harry's face. "Oh, this is my chance to make you eat like a pig, then?"

Draco let out a soft laugh. "Hardly." Then he leaned closer to Harry's ear. "I'm not hungry for food." He whispered, tracing his tongue on the back of the other boy's ear.

"You're not?"

"No." The blonde knocked Harry on the floor, still licking his ear.

"What then?"

"Hmm…" He kissed his way down the neck to the throat and finally the lips. "I'll give you a hint. He's lying under me and," He suddenly grabbed Harry's crotch, making the boy beneath him gasp. "He's already oh so hard."

And then one thing led to another and the boys ended up making love on the living room floor, in the middle of wrapping papers and ribbons while it gently snowed outside the window, wearing only the necklaces they had given each other.

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