A/N: I am behind schedule… gah.

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Warning: Fluff. WAFF

20 December 2008

On the eighth day of Christmas…

"Potter… I am going…" Draco paused as his face scrunched up in pain. "… I am going to kill you after I get rid of this godforsaken headache." Draco whimpered as he tried to roll his head to look at Harry, who was still lying on his back on the bed.

Harry turned to his side and looked at Draco with sympathy. "Don't move, love…" Harry began rubbing soothing circles on his lover's naked abdomen. "Do you want me to get you a Hangover potion? I think there's still some in the bathroom."

Draco chewed his bottom lip and nodded feebly. "Please…"

When Harry made a move to get up, Draco held on to his arm, stopping the brunet from going anywhere. Harry looked down and found Draco looking up at him with pain-filled eyes.

"Don't go… It felt nice when you rubbed my stomach," Draco whispered. "Stay and just summon the potion." He smiled when Harry lay back down again, this time, throwing one leg across Draco's legs and snuggled with him. "Continue, Potter… My stomach feels a bit queasy."

"Well, I can't do that now, can I?" Harry asked cheekily; he removed his hand from Draco's stomach and held it out. A moment later, a bottle of blue liquid landed in his palm. "Drink this first. Then, I want you to stay in bed while I make us some breakfast."

Harry helped Draco sit up a bit so that the blond could drink the potion. When the thick concoction went down Draco's throat, he gagged and slumped back down.

"I take it back… I'm not going to kill you," Draco murmured; he let out a relieved sigh as his headache slowly disappeared. "… I need you to cook or else I'm going to starve."

Harry laughed and smacked Draco's thigh. "Is that all I'm good for? Cooking?"

"Hmm… Yeah. The sex's good, too." Draco closed his eyes and pulled the blankets up. "Go on, Harry, I'll be waiting."

"Pfft, I should just let you starve," Harry muttered. "But I'm not. Be thankful that I love you." Harry leaned down and kissed Draco's forehead. "When you feel better, go take a shower. It should refresh you right up."

Draco flapped his hand at Harry lazily. Harry snorted and successfully got off the bed this time. When he was out, Draco opened his eyes and smiled lovingly at the door, where Harry had exited.

"What would I do without you, Harry?"

"Where did you go, Draco?" Harry asked; he had heard the soft footsteps of his boyfriend coming in. "You just left right after I fed you…" Harry grinned when Draco arched an eyebrow at him.

"I do recall that I yelled out I was going out for a bit," Draco drawled; he sauntered over to where Harry was sitting. The blond then sat on Harry's lap, wiggled around to make himself comfortable. "I got you something, love."

Harry's emerald orbs lit up like small Christmas lights. "Ohh! What did you get me?" Harry moved his head to the side and tried to peek behind Draco's back. "Come on, Dray, let me see." Harry let out a manly giggle when Draco moved in to kiss his nose.

"Don't get too excited or else the faery is going to come out again," Draco warned.

Harry laughed and smiled at his lover. "I did tell her that it was alright for her to play with us. It does get lonely if all you do is glow prettily for a Christmas tree all day."

"And they are doing such a fine job…"

Draco lowered his head and kissed fully on Harry's mouth; the brunet was more than happy to let Draco's tongue caress his bottom lip. When the blond pulled back, Harry was flushed and his lips were slightly swollen.

"Didn't you say you want to see what I got you?" Draco asked breathlessly.

Harry's eyes were slightly dilated from their kiss. He nodded dazedly. Harry had half a mind to just drag Draco to their bedroom so that he could have his wicked ways with the beautiful blond man.

"Well… Remember when you told me you love those chocolates I brought home from work?" Draco leaned his body back and plunged his hand into his coat pocket. "I thought about how you're so good to me, Harry… Taking care of me when I have a hangover, making me breakfast… and so much more."

"Draco…" Harry's eyes lingered at where Draco's hand disappeared into.

"Harry… I don't know what would happen to me if you weren't a part of my life…" Draco's hand came out from the pocket and in it was a nicely wrapped square box. "This isn't one of your Christmas present. This… This is just something I want to get you. As your boyfriend I can get you something whenever I want."

Harry smiled and took the gift. There was a warm feeling around his heart. It wasn't often that Draco would do something like this. Most of the time it was Harry that bought small gifts for Draco every now and then.

"Open it," Draco urged.

Harry listened to his boyfriend's command and tore off the wrapper. When the paper was discarded, Harry slowly lifted up the lid of the small box. Nestled inside were eight pieces of dark chocolate. But they weren't ordinary dark chocolate. Harry's mouth practically started watering when he took a deep whiff and the scents of cocoa and champagne assaulted his nose. These chocolates were best when served chilled… and they were. Draco must have placed a cooling charm on them.

Harry stared down at the chocolates, his hand hovering above the box, thinking which one to eat first even though they were all the same. He would totally blame Draco if his teeth turned all rotten afterwards. Draco chuckled at Harry's reaction.

"Just pick one, Harry. They're not going anywhere."

Harry picked one and popped it into his mouth. He moaned deliciously as the chocolate burst and cold champagne filled his mouth. Merlin, these things were good!

Harry licked his lips and looked up at Draco through his lashes. "Draco… Why don't we take this and enjoy them in bed?" Harry's hand slid down from Draco's hipbone to his arse; he squeezed Draco's arse cheek through the trousers. "I think they'll taste better there…" Harry whispered huskily.

Draco smirked.

Chocolates work everytime.

… eight champagne-filled chocolates.

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A/N: I… This is late! Yes, I know… AHHHH!!

Draco: She's crazy. –continues eating the chocolate-
Harry: No… She's not. –walks over to me discreetly- About those pictures…
Me: -smirk; hands a stack over to Harry- And those are for…?
Harry: For myself. –evil gleam in eyes-

Me: Yeah, right.