A/N: And the days go on and on…

Thank you for the reviews! –takes a bite out of the pie Draco made-

My fingers are frozen. How nice. ;(

Today's my friend's, Diana, birthday. So I got this idea from her. She mentioned she wants to go Karaoke… ;P

Note: Sorry this was late x-x

19 December 2008

On the seventh day of Christmas…

"We are what?"

"You heard me the first time, Draco," Harry replied. "I said we're going out tonight. To drink and sing."

Draco sat down next to Harry on the sofa in a huff. He had Snowball in his arms and it was currently napping. The blond gently stroked through Snowball's fur, making the kitten tremble in its sleep.

"I understand drinking, Harry, but singing?" Draco slowly placed Snowball down in the basket next to the sofa. "Whose idea was this?" Draco's head resurfaced and Harry took this chance to lie down across Draco's legs. The green-eyed man looked up at Draco with a smile.

"It was Hermione's," Harry answered. "She said that we hardly hang out anymore."

Draco sighed and carded his fingers through Harry's soft, dark brown hair. Potter's eyes fluttered close and started humming in content. Draco smirked at his boyfriend, but Harry wasn't even paying attention to him.

"Don't they have to watch Kaitlin?" Draco asked; Harry turned to his side and pressed his face into Draco's belly.

"No, Molly's watching her," Harry murmured. "You better stop carding your fingers or I'm going to fall asleep on you."

"That is exactly what I want," Draco said. "This way, we don't have to go."

"Nope. Not going to happen. We're going, no excuses. Besides, I told them about your singing skills." Harry smiled when Draco stopped his fingers.

"You what?!"

Ron downed another shot of whiskey and slammed the shot glass onto the table. He glared at Harry balefully.

"I thought you said he could sing, Harry."

"I did," Harry replied airily. "See? Draco's singing." He waved his hand at his boyfriend, who was standing in front of them, holding a microphone and bellowing into it. "He's awesome."

"Fuck, Harry, I thought he was good!" Ron screamed over Draco's screeches. "And it really doesn't help that he's also drunk."

Hermione snickered from the right of her husband. "Relax, Ron, Draco's actually having fun."

"Yeah, and I hope he'll forget about this whole thing tomorrow morning." Harry winced when Draco hit a high note. "God, he's going to murder me in my sleep for bringing him here."

"You said he had skills!" Ron whined and shuddered as Draco continued to sing; the blond was now dancing to the music. "My eardrums are going to burst."

Harry sat back and watched his boyfriend sway his hips. He drank his glass of Firewhiskey. "This should be a treat for you, Ron. We don't have many chances of seeing Draco Malfoy losing control."

"Well… Now that you put it that way… This is totally blackmail material." Ron smirked and drank another glass of whiskey that had appeared after his previous shot. Ron laughed when Draco stumbled a bit. "That man can't hold his alcohol well, can he?"

"No, he gets drunk fairly easily." Harry smiled in the direction where Draco was still screaming. "One day, I'm going to have to tell him that he doesn't need to scream into a microphone."

"Or, you can give him singing lessons," Ron suggested. Hermione smacked him on his thigh.

"Oh no… This is too good. I think it's cute," Harry smirked, "this shows he's human. He's not good at everything."

"But I really want my ears to be healthy, Harry," Ron said over the loud singing.

"Bring earmuffs next time."

Harry blew Draco a kiss when the man turned around and grinned drunkenly at him.

"God, I love that man."

… seven off-key notes.

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A/N: I am awfully sorry! Today's chapter will be out later!! Dx

Draco: How dare you let me make a fool out of myself!
Harry: Now, love, you know she only did this because you locked her in… without her camera.
Draco: But, Harry! You could've cast a Sobriety Charm on me! I-I was horrible!

Me: MUWAHAHAHAHA! –waves pictures of Draco singing-

Draco: NOO!