A/N: Thank you for the reviews and favorites. Hope you enjoy this new drabble! This one has a little more of the HPDM mix.

==Cookies and Milk==

It was a common tradition in the muggle world to leaves a plate of freshly baked cookies and a full glass of milk out on the eve of Christmas. The cookies were to give the jolly old saint a brief snack as he dropped off presents so that he could continue on through the night without the hunger. Even in the wizarding world many muggleborns and half bloods practiced this little tradition.

To Harry it was just a constant reminder of the Dursley's. Every year he could remember being told to go mix a bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough and than place it into the oven to bake. The first time he had burned the cookies was his last. The verbal lashing from his aunt mixed in with the typical punishment from is Uncle and the screeching from Dudley that Santa wouldn't come now had him nearly wetting his pants and wanting to do nothing but run and hide. Instead he was forced to bake them again, not receiving a single one, and then tossed into the cupboard for the entire Christmas and New Year's holidays.

But he supposed even with that reminder of the past he still found it habit to bake them every year, whether it was sneaking past Mrs. Weasley or asking permission from the house elves back at Hogwarts to use their kitchen to do it. No one had ever known it was him that had left the plate full of freshly cooked cookies near the tree every Christmas Eve. Of course that didn't last long.

Draco had been the first to catch him. Of course, it didn't help that both Harry and Tom had been staying at Draco's home, let alone the fact that Harry had fallen asleep between the two only three hours prior while they were watching some muggle film. He'd some how managed to get away, having been careful not to wake his sleeping loves. It had taken him nearly a half an hour to find the kitchen as well, let alone trying to convince the house elf that had appeared that he didn't need anything to be done except to know where he could find his tools for cooking and the ingredients to go with.

It had gone pleasantly well. Everything had been there, though he'd taken a few tries trying to figure out the wizard cooking appliances, but he'd managed to get it to work. It was during the final stirrings of the dough that he had felt a presence nearby, only to nearly scream when he turned around and found Draco with eyes full of amusement standing not a foot away.

"Don't do that!" he had scolded the other man, though Draco only smiled in return before he moved forward to inspect what Harry had been up to.

"Cookies? I didn't know you liked cooking." And most didn't. He made sure to hide it well. Even if the Dursley's had forced him to do it in the first place, he had found something calming in cooking; especially when it was cooking for himself or his friends and NOT his stupid relatives.

"Not many do," Harry managed to mumble before during back around. The dough was plenty stirred and now he just had to check the oven and make sure the pans were ready so he could start the baking process. "Sorry if I woke you up..."

"You didn't. I had to go use the loo and noticed you missing." He could feel as Draco's silver eyes watched his every move. It made him feel nervous as it had been so long since someone had seen him cooking, but he also felt something akin to comfort knowing that it was Draco that watched him and not the hungry beady eyes of his cousin.

He saw something out of the corner of his eye only to raise an eyebrow at the sight of Draco hopping onto the counter next to him. Draco seemed not to care as he simply looked out at nothing in front of him, his legs swinging lightly. Harry remained quiet, having only given a hummed reply earlier as he worked to place tablespoon sized amounts of the dough on silver pans.

It wasn't long before Harry practically forgot that Draco was there, off in his own world as he worked between placing the pans into the magical oven and setting up more to place inside every five minutes as the magical oven seemed to work faster than the normal muggle made one. It had been almost twenty minutes later and he was just placing the latest batch out to cool when a hand reached over him to steal a cookie from one of the previous batches.

"Mmm... Did you know that you hum while cooking?"

"No?" And he was being honest. He didn't realize he had made any noise.

"Well, you do. You act like such a regular house wife at times. It's amusing."

Harry scowled at Draco, watching as the blonde merely smirked and went about eating the pilfered treat. "Take that back," he growled.

"No," was the short reply as he reached over Harry to steal another cookie. "It's not a bad thing. You cook well, but it does make me amazed how people couldn't figure out you were gay right from the start."

Harry simply gave him another glare, his mouth open to reply but a ding of the oven told him that the last batch of cookies were done. Mumbling some vulgarities to himself he went about to getting them out. He could hear Draco laughing to himself even as Harry went to get a plate to place all the cooled cookies upon. It was when he was looking for the glasses that Draco spoke again.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find the glasses."

"They're in the cabinet to your right. Why?"

"Need to make sure there's some milk for the fat bastard too," he said without thought.

"...Fat bastard?" It was then that Harry realized what he had said. His face quickly flushed red as he went about what he was doing before.

"Santa. It's tradition to place out a plate of fresh cookies and a glass of milk." At Draco's face he knew it would be useless to even try to make the blonde understand. It was a muggle thing and Draco was a pureblood. He may know a little bit about the muggles (no thanks to Harry and Tom), but that didn't mean he cared about them any more than he did in the past. "Don't ask. Chances are in the morning Tom will have drunk the milk and ate of the cookies if anything. The twins use to do it back at Hogwarts and my cousin did it when I was younger."

Draco made no reply except to walk over to the fridge and take out the milk as Harry pulled down three glasses. Just because he was going to place the cookies out for 'Santa Claus' didn't mean he wasn't thirsty, let alone that he wouldn't snatch a few of the cookies while fresh either. Draco filled all three glasses while Harry finished placing the cookies on the plate and the dirty dishes into the magic washer to be cleaned.

He'd just turned, ready to steal one of his own cookies when he found own waved in front of his face. His eyes followed it as it swayed back and forth for a moment before pausing and being moved towards his mouth. Harry felt he'd amuse Draco and gently bit into the cookie. The taste of chocolate made him sigh in delight as he chewed. It was just after he had swallowed that he felt lips against his.

"Well, this Santa claws or whatever his name can have the cookies. I think I'll be content as long as you're there to taste," the blonde said as he pulled back for a moment to savor the taste in his mouth before moving forward to kiss a bit deeper. The taste of chocolate in both of their mouths plus their normal flavors made the kiss all the sweeter as their tongues battled happily.

When Draco moved away Harry couldn't help but hum in disappointment, but was quickly subdued by another cookie being placed in his line of vision. This time Harry took the cookie from Draco with a smile and passed him a glass of milk to drink. He leaned back against the counter and drank from his own. "Mm... You have a point. Kisses are so much better than cookies."

Draco laughed lightly and kissed Harry again briefly. They both remained their in the kitchen for a few minutes longer, both enjoying a few cookies and a couple of kisses before finally they took the rest out to the living room where the tree and a sleeping Tom laid. Harry was the first to sit back down on the reclining couch, quickly followed by Draco. Harry gave both Draco and the sleeping Tom a light kiss and a mumbled "sweet dreams" before snuggling happily between his two lovers.

Even as he began to dose off he could feel Draco's hand running through his hair and Tom unconsciously wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer. The taste of chocolate and the unique flavor of Draco was still lingering in his mouth. The night made him reconsider hiding his love for cooking. After all, he knew that Tom quite enjoyed chocolate just as much as Draco and the prospect of baking some brownies next weekend lingered happily upon his mind as he drifted off into sleep. Yes, he truly would start letting people see him cook. At least Tom and Draco could for now.