A/N: It's a sunny day today in California. Things are looking up! xD I am sorry for those that read "Mommy Dearest". The next chapter should be out… soon. :x

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18 December 2008

On the sixth day of Christmas…

"Just one more week and it's Christmas!" Draco crowed. He was sitting across from Harry at their dining table, eating breakfast. Harry chewed on his bacon thoughtfully and nodded. "Do you know what to get me yet?" Draco asked excitedly.

Harry chuckled; his lover was almost bouncing out of his chair. Every year, without fail, Draco Malfoy would become an oversized kid, nagging Harry about Christmas presents. Yes, presents as in plural. Of course, Harry would get Draco more than one gift. He loved this man after all.

"Er… No, not really." Harry glanced up at his plate and saw Draco frown. Harry smirked slightly and went back to his eggs.

"You haven't!?" Draco exclaimed. "But… But I thought of what to get you!" Draco dropped his knife and fork to cross his arms in front of his chest. "You're always doing last minute shopping."

"I don't know, Draco… Maybe you're only getting one present this year," Harry lied smoothly. He almost laughed out loud when Draco's jaw dropped.

In truth, Harry knew what to get for his boyfriend. He had two in mind and one of them he would give today and the other right on Christmas night. He wanted the latter gift to be special. However, for today's gift, he had to leave. Like right now.

"You can't," Draco wailed, "we always give at least two presents to each other…" Draco pouted, one that can make Harry's heart melt. "Was it something I did?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll let you think on it. I'm heading out." Harry pushed away from the table and took his plate to the kitchen sink. "I'll be back at around twelve."

Draco sniffed and picked up his utensils again; he sliced through his ham and jabbed at a piece. "You don't love me… I don't deserve to be abandoned at ten in the morning and be alone in the house for two hours."

"I'll be back soon, love," Harry said; he walked over to the sulking blond and kissed him on the cheek. Draco wasn't satisfied with that and tapped his lips with his knife. Potter kissed him on his lips, too.

"Fine," Draco muttered grumpily. "Go ahead and go do whatever for two hours, Potter. I'll be entertaining myself."

"I love you," Harry whispered and straightened himself. Before he was out the door, he heard Draco muttered:

"Yeah, you great git, I love you, too."

Harry shivered as he went inside a pet shop. The store owner looked up and found Harry standing almost stupidly at the front door. She smiled good-naturedly and went around the counter to go up to the freezing brunet.

"Good morning, young man. How can I help you today?"

Harry smiled, albeit slowly. His lips felt frozen. "I-I… I'm looking for a small, cute kitten. Preferably white."

The woman smiled and nodded. "I think I have just the kitten for you. It came a week ago, but nobody has yet set eyes on the little darling. Some said it was too small and young. The kitten is only a month old."

"Oh… Uh, can I see it?" Harry asked politely. If it's white and fluffy, I'll take it. I'm sure Draco will love it.

Harry followed the middle-aged lady to the left side of the shop. There were dozens of cats and kittens of all colors and sizes. Harry glanced at each cage; there weren't any that matched what he wanted, until…

"Here we are." The shop owner stopped at the middle of the row. Harry went closer to the cage as the owner stood aside.

"Oh… She's beautiful!" Harry smiled.

A pure white kitten, color of fresh, clean snow, was huddled in a corner at the back of the metal cage. It mewed at Harry when he peered at it. The kitten then let out a small yawn and closed its eyes. Right there and then, Harry knew this was the kitten he was going to bring home. He stood up and looked straight at the store owner.

"I'll take her. She's just what I'm looking for."

"Would you like to hold it?" She asked; Harry nodded. The lady opened the cage with one of her many keys and let Harry take the kitten out.

Carefully, not wanting to scare the small thing, Harry slowly reached in and touched the kitten's head. It opened its eyes and blinked at him. It mewed again and walked closer to Harry, on wobbly legs. Harry laughed and gently wrapped his hand around the small body and took the kitten out.

"He'll love you…" Harry whispered and kissed the kitten's wet nose; it let out another mew and licked Harry's chin. Potter chuckled and held the ball of fluff close to his heart. "I love you already."

It was only a quarter after eleven when Harry went home. He unlocked the front door and shut it quickly. The wind was picking up and it was freezing; the sun was out, but didn't help at all. He brought the basket he was holding higher and pulled back the small blanket. The kitten's head popped out and mewed at Harry; it tried to bat at Harry's face.

"Just a little more, kitty. Try and stay quiet, alright?" Harry tapped its velvety nose. The kitten mewed again and slunk back under the blanket.

Harry quietly walked to the bedroom, where he was sure Draco had been sulking in. He was correct when he opened the door, but instead of sulking, Harry found Draco standing at the foot of the bed, his back facing Harry. The green-eyed man walked up to his lover, the basket hidden behind him.

Draco swirled around and glared at Harry. Potter let out a nervous laugh.

"I came back early… You're not mad at me, are you?"

Draco glare softened and then he sighed. "I don't know what happened, but…" He walked aside to let Harry see the problem. "I was bored out of my mind, reading a book on the bed, when suddenly six small pots of grass—" Draco pointed at each pot, "—landed right on my legs! They hurt, Harry!" Draco scowled at Harry. "You went out early in the morning just to send pots of grass to me?!"

Harry cleared his throat; he wanted to laugh but guessed it wasn't the right time to do so. "No… I got more than just six pots of grass, Draco."

"What did you get then?" Draco asked; he jabbed Harry right in the middle of his chest. "I don't see anything else—"

Something behind Harry let out a soft mew. Draco arched his eyebrow at Harry. The brunet smiled shyly in return.

"Uh… Happy early Christmas?" Harry chuckled when Draco's whole face lit up.

"You bastard! You lied to me!" Draco yelled but he was laughing. "Well, what did you get me? Let me see!" Draco took Harry's arm and tried to pull it out. Harry let his lover do whatever and revealed the small basket.

Draco took the basket away from the shorter man and peeled away the blanket that was covering the top. The kitten looked up at Draco with its soft blue eyes and opened its mouth to yawn.

"Oh… Oh… Harry…" Draco whispered; he looked at Harry, who shrugged. "You… Oh, Merlin." Draco sat down on the bed and took the kitty out. He grinned and rubbed his cheek on top of the kitten's head. "It's so… white! Just like…"

"Just like the snow kitten you made yesterday," Harry finished. "You said you like kittens so… I got you one." Harry sat down next to his boyfriend who was now busy gushing over the small kitty. "Merry Christmas, love." Harry leaned over and kissed Draco.

"Thank you… Its…"

"The kitten's a girl," Harry told him. "The shop owner checked and told me." Harry looked behind Draco at the six pots of grass. "And the pots are catnips, not grass. I got them for her so that she'll chew those instead of our clothes."

"Well!" Draco held the kitten close to him and kissed the top of its head. "She's absolutely adorable." The kitten mewed, agreeing to what Draco said. "Yes, you are." Draco chuckled and placed his head on Harry's shoulder. "I love you so much, Harry. Thank you."

In his peripheral vision, Harry could see Draco place the cat on his lap, tickling its stomach. The kitten purred as Draco gently rubbed the rounded belly. Malfoy kept on cooing sweet things at the ball of fluff, and Harry knew this was the right thing to get for his love.

"Oh, you beautiful thing," Draco gushed. "I think I'm going to name you… Snowball!"

The kitten meowed; Draco laughed and snuggled with Harry, rubbing his cheek on Harry's shoulder. Draco stopped rubbing Snowball's belly; the kitten rolled over and started patting and pressing Draco's thighs. It seemed interested in Draco's trousers.

Harry chuckled softly. He was glad he was the only one that got to see the cute and sweet side of Draco Malfoy.

Other people might think the great Slytherin Ice Prince had gone mental, cooing over a kitten like that.

... six pots of catnip.

A/N: Snowball… Hm, I love small, fluffy kittens :)

Me: …

Draco: Is she dead?
Harry: No, I think she's depressed.
Draco: Oh. Well, I'll make her some Sheppard's Pie.

Me: I'm still mad at you!!!

Draco: -sigh- it was worth a shot.