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A/N; Couldn't resist writing Harry's Christmas Eve too. Enjoy and once again… Merry Christmas xxx

Driving Home For Christmas.

Harry sank into the seat behind the wheel of his silver Volvo and slammed the door against the thrashing of the ice cold rain that had been falling since he had arrived back to the U.K. He was completely soaked and crabby as hell.

Shoving the key into the ignition and starting the engine, he swiftly got the heaters going and tried unsuccessfully to dry himself off a little. He glanced at himself in the rear-view mirror and scowled. As one would expect, his hair was sticking to his face and dripping slightly. One stubborn clump however seemed to defy rain and gravity and stood tall and proud just to irritate the hell out of him.

"I swear one of these days I will shave you off, then were will you be huh? Who will you irritate then hmm?" He growled at his hair in his reflection. "Now I'm going to smooth you down, so you'd better stay!" He said, his hand hovering over the offending follicles, then quick as lightning he pushed down and brushed his hand to the side. His hair laid flat and he grinned to himself in triumph, only to growl a string of profanities when it popped back up again a few seconds later.

Giving up on his hair Harry glanced around at the airport car park he was in. It was dark and wet and completely uninviting. He wanted nothing more than to get away from it and home to Draco, who was probably in a state of depression at the fact that Harry wasn't home yet.

Pulling out of his space and exiting the airport, Harry drove as fast as legally possible to the motorway. Luckily he only lived around 20 minutes from the airport, so he didn't have to wait long until he could get dry and warm, and cheer Draco up.

Harry's hopes of a speedy homecoming were quickly dashed as he pulled up to the back of a massive traffic jam and ground to a halt.

Yes, fate was a bitch!

Huffing in annoyance and glancing at the clock to find it was already 7:30pm, the brunette reached over for his ruck sack that was sat on the passenger seat and began sifting through it for his mobile phone. When he found it hiding under his stash of Polo mints he quickly dialled his home number, hoping to at least let Draco know he was on his way and prevent the blonde abusing his wine collection.

"I'm sorry. You're call cannot be taken at the moment. Please hang up and try again later." The overly posh women announced through his ear piece.

"Oh come on, you snob, let me get through. I've got a 30 year old Merlot at home that's about to be taken advantage of. I should call the police!" He muttered as he redialled, only to receive the same message again. Harry was sure that the voice got more smug with each deliverance.

"Wench!" He growled after another 3 failed attempts and in a fit of irritation, he threw the phone towards his bag, only for it to bounce off of the seat, hit the glove box and bury itself under the passenger seat to escape Harry's rough handling.

"Oh for the love of…" Harry moaned.

For the next few minutes, Harry sat in silence. Whilst gently hitting his head against the headrest behind him, he glared at the car in front of him as though it were personally responsible for him being stuck there. The cars were literally crawling along and it was bumper to bumper. 'Only on Christmas Eve would it be this busy' Harry thought to himself. 'Bloody fate!'

He sighed to himself as he thought about what was really bothering him. He hated being away from Draco for so long. When he had chosen to coach Quidditch he had thought it would be exciting and fulfilling. He hadn't thought about away games and travelling abroad. He hated leaving the blonde behind but unfortunately it came with the job. His mind drifted back to the last time he had gone away with his team and left the Slytherin to fend for himself. He had come home to find that Draco had sulked on the couch wearing Harry's clothes almost the entire time, surrounded by comfort food and the Gryffindors oldest bottle of cognac stuffed behind a sofa cushion. Harry shuddered at the memory. 'I really should of hid the wine with the whiskey.' He thought desperately. Collecting vintage alcohol was the Gryffindor's 'thing', Draco knew this and took his loneliness out on Harry's 'thing'.

Harry smiled in spite of himself as he thought of how dependant he and Draco were on each other. They weren't completely unable to function without one another and were capable of carrying out their day to day lives apart, but that would only last for so long. After a few days they would begin to pine for each other. Draco was the worst, Harry thought with a smirk. To the outside world he was as tough as nails. A big shot lawyer who was practically feared by anyone who met him. When it came to being away from the Gryffindor though, Draco was a mess who would cry at the end of long distance phone calls and sulk on the couch. Melodramatic was a word that Harry threw around a lot when thinking about the Slytherin.

Whilst the car was once again stationary and in no danger of going anywhere fast, Harry grabbed his ruck sack again and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. Clutching the little black box in his right hand, he dropped his bag back on the seat beside him and sat up a little straighter. Flipping the lid open, he smiled as he stared at the silver band inside. He took a deep breath and turned the box around so it was facing the steering wheel.

"Dray, We've been together for what feels like forever now and I …" Harry frowned, no that didn't sound right, that sounded like it was a bad thing. Clearing his throat he tried again "Dray, you and I have spent some great years together…" No that sounded like he was breaking up with him. "Oi ferret, will you just marry me already!" he announced to the windscreen. Tutting in annoyance, Harry threw his head back against the headrest again and glanced out of side window. His eyes widened as he noticed the couple sat in the red car beside him watching him, obviously giggling like idiots. Sinking down in his seat as though it would swallow him, Harry hid his face in his hands.

"You know fate, when you and I meet… we are going to have serious words!" He grumbled morosely, shoving the ring in his jacket pocket.

Harry decided to go back to safely glaring at the car in front of him and silently cursing fate and Christmas and people in red cars. Boredom set in after half an hour, which probably led to him fiddling with the radio, flipping from station to station. Once he found a safe song that had nothing to do with Christmas and being merry, he relaxed against his seat and stared into space. For a stretch of minutes, in which the car moved 4 times, Harry thought about random things such as new tactics he could try with the team, to whether proposing was such a good idea. Suddenly his ears were offended by Christmas music and he scrambled to change the station before it wormed its way through his brain, but in his haste he managed to dislodge something on the stereo and it got jammed on the horrific song. The sound of someone happily playing the piano filled the car and Harry looked up at the roof and shook his head with disgust "I hate you!" He snarled to his mortal enemy… fate. He cringed as the rough gravely voice began crooning.

"I'm driving home for Christmas,

Oh, I can't wait to see those faces.

I'm driving home for Christmas, yeah,

Well I'm moving down that line,

And it's been so long, But I will be there. I sing this song, To pass the time away. Driving in my car, Driving home for Christmas."

"But we're not driving are we, you dumb shit." Harry mumbled"It's gonna take some time, But I'll get there. Top to toe in tailbacks, Oh, I got red lights on the run. But soon there'll be a freeway, Get my feet on holy ground."

"Yeah that's what I thought! Over an hour I've been sat here, my boyfriend has probably died of alcohol poisoning. I hope you're happy with yourself!" he snapped at the radio in disgust."So I sing for you, Though you can't hear me, When I get through. And feel you near me, I am driving home for Christmas. Driving home for Christmas, With a thousand memories. I take look at the driver next to me, He's just the same."

Suddenly the traffic began to clear and started moving at a much more acceptable pace and after a few minutes, Harry found himself driving without pausing. Glancing at the clock and realising it was almost 9pm He groaned and put his foot down all the while thinking 'Oh crap, I bet he's on the Merlot!'

The end.

Merry Christmas xxx