Day 2:

Draco made his way up the stairs to his dorm early. He didn't want to be there when Harry received his gift. One of two things would happen and if it was not the reaction Draco was hoping for, then he knew he didn't want to be around. His friends would never assume he'd give Harry anything, so he was in the clear now. He'd pretty much made up his mind about how to go about this. He needed to make Harry happy, even if Harry could never know the truth.

"Malfoy!" A lone first year ran after him and he turned away, continuing to walk towards his dorm. The Slytherin boy ran faster to catch up to him, tripping, but luckily close enough to Malfoy to be caught. 'Is this my gifter?' He thought with spite. He should have known he'd be set up by Dumbledore. The old coot didn't often show his dislike for the snakes, but this would definitely be proof. 'Although, he couldn't have known to get me the necklace.' He set the boy up, standing him up in front of him. The boy looked relieved.

"Thank you! I was worried I almost broke your gift!" He smiled and held out a black rose. Malfoy gasped slightly and then caught himself and cleared his face of emotion. He reached out and took the flower. "This is for me?" He asked, quietly.

"Yes. I was offered the task by a 5th year girl who got it from another house. She never said which one though." He frowned as if he had failed the elder boy. "I don't know who your gifter is."

"That's fine. Thank you." Draco said and turned, taking a close look at the flower. He'd never been given flowers by anyone, so this one was precious to him. He noticed that the thing holding the flower was not a paper like most muggles used to make the flower looked pretty, but a parchment. He ran his fingers along it's edges. He'd have to go read the note when he got to his dorm.

He walked a long corridor. The first year had long since surpassed him. A little too active for his liking. What kinds of tricks did his gifter use to trick someone in his house to pass it along to a first year just to keep him on his toes. He grinned slightly and rolled his eyes. Perhaps the 5th year girl was actually his gifter. He'd have to watch to see if he could figure out who it was. He didn't particularly see himself with some random Slytherin girl. Though, he didn't see himself with anyone truly. He could never be with who he wanted, so he didn't really see himself with anyone.

He managed to make his way to his room. Hardly anyone was around, so he quickly checked the room and didn't see anyone, but as he sat on his bed, he noticed a second rose on his bedside table. This one was in a vase with a note underneath. He took the note off the first and put it in the vase. He'd been sure that his person was in Slytherin, but as soon as he opened the first note, it made him gasp. 'Day 2: You have a heart of black and a soul of a true Malfoy, but it makes me want you all the more.' There was no way a Slytherin would write something about him being a Malfoy wanting him more. He'd be perfect for any Slytherin. So the little first year had been right in the fact that his gifter was of another house. He frowned. So much for having an idea of his person being in his house. He noticed a P.S. forming as he was about to roll up the parchment.

'This is a two way parchment, so if you wish to write me, let me know by writing here. My writing is concealed, so in no way will you guess who I am by my writing.'

'Damn!' Malfoy thought and rolled his eyes. The gifter should definitely have been in Slytherin.

He looked at the second note and read a poem.

'Written for your eyes only

In a place where I confide

In some words, not so showy

To the rules I must oblige.

I find myself attracted

To your eyes, your hair, your soul.

But I find myself distracted

By your morals and your goals.

What must I do to forget?

Why must I always decide

To like the things that beget

The feelings I feel inside.

I will not say it is love,

Perhaps Infatuation.

I know your heart is void of

seizing this proclamation.

Please do enjoy the gifting.

I do hope that you'll like it,

Perhaps find them uplifting.

I'll reveal all, bit by bit.'

Draco read the lines over and over and nodded. He'd certainly look forward to the things his gifter would get him. If they put as much thoughts into the gifts as they did this one, he'd be happy for the future ones. He took his quill and wrote on the other parchment, "Thank you for the gifts. I am not surprised you like me as most people do. But I do love the thought you put into this. I look forward to meeting you Santa."

The response Draco got back, made him smile. "Egotistical bastard."

Harry grinned at the response from Draco and then his own response back. Only Draco would word it that he isn't surprised by the infatuation. Oh, if only Draco knew. Harry sighed and lay back on his bed. He'd still not received a gift and wondered if he wasn't wrong. Perhaps he wasn't going to get anything good. No one cared enough to get him much growing up. Mrs. Weasley had made him sweaters, like she had for her other children, but it was probably so he wouldn't feel left out. He couldn't complain, but he wasn't sure that he'd been given something because someone cared enough for that. It had always been out of guilt. Even his broomstick had been given to him because his Godfather had felt like him losing his had been his fault. He sighed.

As he was about to go to bed, a knock on his window startled him. He crossed the floor when he noted that his other housemates were asleep. He didn't need to wake them. He walked over and let the owl in, who dropped a heavy package on his bed. He snapped the twine holding two leather bound books and gasped when he opened the first to see a picture of his mother, smiling at him. 'A book about Lily Potter née Evans'

Harry could feel a tear in his eyes as he turned the page and found facts about her. Favorite flower. Childhood memories. Things that Harry thought he could never know about her. Pictures were littered throughout, including some of his small family before it had been taken from him.

He ran his fingers along the spine of the second book and knew what it was before he opened it. His father's face looking at him, made him feel so special. He looked just like him. A teenager with messy hair. If only he'd been able to see his own child grow up to look so much like him.

'Who would do something like this? Who could?' Harry could feel tears in his eyes as he saw a note that had fallen from the last page of the book about his father.

"Harry,

I know you didn't get to know your parents, but that doesn't mean they didn't make a huge difference in the lives of others. I happen to know quite a few of those people and had them working all yesterday on putting in things they like, didn't like, and memories so you can see how much like them you are. You are truly a special man who would have made them proud. I know that this gift will either make you smile or cry. I honestly hope it is the first. Knowledge is everything and you deserve to know more than anyone. Happy day 2!

Your Secret Santa"

Harry could feel as if he was floating as he read the note. So his person had spent the previous day working hard on getting the information for him. If only he'd known how much work the person had put into this, so he hadn't felt so let down the day before. Even if this was the last gift he got, Harry could be happy. He couldn't wait to thank his person. But he was having mixed emotions. He knew who he liked and he didn't like that his emotions were so all over the place. He was quickly gaining respect and appreciation for this person, but if they truly cared for him like they had proved so far, Harry knew his feelings could turn to love. "Oh my dear heart, let me be free." He said with a frown. He didn't want to fall for anyone at this point in his life. It was short. He never knew when his last day was going to be, so he didn't want any feelings.

In fact, part of the reason he wasn't afraid of his feelings for Malfoy was because of that. He knew he'd never have to live them out. He'd be laughed at and let down easy. Harry had already planned that for day 12. He knew that the reveal would be him letting Draco know how he felt, which was something that he'd never had the courage to do until he could do so secretly. Day 12 was just a means to an end. He could finally reveal himself for who he was and be let down easy. Malfoy would make sure of that. If only he knew it would be so easy for this person. He didn't know how he'd feel when they revealed themselves.

Perhaps they'd say that they just respected him. And perhaps Harry thought he could always have things easy.