This is a series of Advent Drabbles for Slythindor100's 25 Days of Harry and Draco image prompts.

Prompts 21-25: toast w/ two champagne flutes, silver bells, gingerbread men cookies, Santa putting presents under Christmas tree, sledding in front of Hogwarts

Once Corvis had stopped the rampage, calmed the reindeer, and settled everyone down, the debris had been cleared and any damage fixed.

"Lord Malfoy, please have a toast with me." He escorted Draco off, motioning to the ginger to follow him. Draco thought it odd that the poinsettias hastened to join them, as well.

In his office, a house-elf popped in carrying two champagne flutes. Corvis took them with a quick 'Thank you.' "George, I'm not sure how you pulled off the prancing reindeer, but I think Lord Malfoy has had enough frivolity for one night. Why don't you give him the antidote?"

George glanced at the beautiful floral arrangement in what appeared to be silent deliberation, then he said, "The reindeer is courtesy of my house-elf, Pinky. She's great at animating statues. As for Malfoy, I can negate the hallucinogen, but the euphoria and good humour will stay for about a day. Those feelings are a part of him. The potion just brings it forward."

Corvis looked slightly surprised. "Alright. Please remove the offending chemical."

George poured an orange substance into one glass and handed it to Draco, who downed it. Within minutes Draco's eyes started to clear.

The first thing Draco noticed was that the floral arrangement which had followed them was actually Potter's dress robes, and he blushed for thinking them beautiful. He looked over at the ginger man and realised it was the surviving twin Weasley, the one running the joke shop. Then he remembered the rest of tonight's activities.

And smiled. "You utter ponces. I should sue."

"Now, Lord Malfoy, let's not jump to extremes," said Corvis. "These two fools like a good prank, but it's all harmless fun. Right, boys?"

"True," spoke up Weasley. "We thought you could use a night with letting your broom slide."

"And embarrassing me in front of all my new acquaintances, hoping I'd be ostracised in the current Ministry-approved, Muggle-loving society." Draco gave them a knowing stare and the two gulped guiltily. "But I think you've alienated yourselves tonight, since I'm your host's new business partner." He calmly rang the silver bells on Corvis' desk and the house-elf refilled his champagne.

Potter and Weasley just stood there in shock. "Partners in what?"

Corvis clapped Draco on the shoulder. "You are looking at the new financier for the Muggleborn Summer Camp I've had in the works. Cheers, Lord Malfoy!"

"Cheers, Donald," Draco said, clinking his glass with Corvis' and then drinking.

Weasley shook his head and chuckled a little, whereas Potter still stared at him open-mouthed. "What summer camp?"

"Harry, sorry I hadn't told you about that yet," said Corvis. "I was waiting to get some other backing and then the holidays happened and yeah. We can discuss it all after New Year's. In fact, you and Lord Malfoy should get together and work on details."

It was Draco's turn to stare at Corvis. "Why do you say that?"

"I don't feel you've had much experience with children, Muggleborns in particular - no offense, you just don't seem the type and I know your upbringing - and Harry was not only raised Muggle but is helping to run the new Muggleborn orphanage. His input will be quite valuable to the whole project."

"Potter? With children?" Draco asked, dumbfounded.

"Oh, yes. You should have seen it last week! Harry directed the kids in this holiday play. They were all dressed as gingerbread men, singing and dancing; it was just the sweetest thing ever."

Draco looked at Potter, who was looking back. And for once, they each saw something new in the other.

"Well, why don't we all kiss and make up? No need for hard feelings on Christmas."

They all looked at one another and finally nodded. Weasley held out his hand first. "Sure. Besides, you looked fab riding that reindeer around." He winked.

Draco felt his face flush deeply, but he shook Weasley's hand anyway. "What they must all think of me," he muttered.

Corvis smirked. "Don't worry about that, Lord Malfoy. Just go back out there like you meant to do that all along, and they'll appreciate the effort it took to make them laugh. Now, you and Harry…," he said, gesturing between the two of them,"...and then we can all go back out and watch Santa deliver the presents."

Draco held out his hand. "At least I won't be seen alongside your normal attire, Potter. Those are very nice robes."

Weasley rolled his eyes. "I made him go to the tailor's. You should have seen the awful jumper he wore last week."

"Hey, I like that jump-"

Weasley shut him up with a look.

Potter then hesitated a second, took a deep breath, and shook Draco's hand. "Likewise, Malfoy. The snow at the bottom is a nice touch."

The four walked back to the main ballroom, where festivities were still in full swing. Everyone was in good cheer, despite the previous chaos.

Draco looked around, then he looked up. "So the bubbles weren't part of the hallucination?"

"Nope," said Weasley. "Special new product based on the idea of a Muggle bubble machine, but instead we made it into a potion you ingest and the bubbles come out your mouth, nose and ears. It's great for birthday parties."

"No doubt," Draco said drily.

"Actually, we're hoping the children really will enjoy it," said Potter.

Another investor, Thomas Pilfory, came up to them. "Lovely party, Corvis, and wonderful holiday spirit, Malfoy! Reminded me of the Hogwarts' sled rides of my youth."

Draco barely contained his blush, but he took Corvis' earlier advice. "I'm glad I could offer such remembrances to enliven the holidays."

"Yes, a return to happier days after all that You-Know-Who business. Keep it up and you'll go far, Malfoy. Glad to met you here tonight."

"Thank you, sir."

Pilfory walked away.

Potter turned to Draco. "So how did you come to know Donald? This isn't your usual crowd, Malfoy."

"I'm sure you don't know whom my usual crowd is, but to answer your question, do you remember running into me at the owl post?"

"Yes."

"You dropped your invitation."

Potter's eyes grew wide behind his spectacles. "You thief!" Then he broke into laughter. "No wonder it took days to get to me. Well, it sounds like Donald is happy with you. Perhaps we should set up a lunch date to talk through details."

Draco's eyebrow rose. "Romantic much, Potter?"

"I'm not! It's work."

"Keep telling yourself that. I'll pick you up on Tuesday at noon."

They locked eyes and both smiled.

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

"Happy Christmas, Harry."

The End.

A/N: Reviews make great gifts anytime - hint, hint.

Merry Christmas, everyone!