Day 10:

Harry grinned as he made his way towards the Slytherin dorms. It was probably only 3 or so in the morning and Harry was nervous of getting caught, but he made sure to keep his map in front of him as he walked. There was nobody awake between him and Draco. Everyone was in their beds at the moment, which was why Harry had picked now to do what he was going to do. He had a pouch beside him filled with objects he had grown up with himself. He had spent some time before bed waiting by the Slytherin dungeons in the cloak to hear the password, which he would use to get in. He grinned when he looked around a room he hadn't been in since 2nd year. He actually felt a bit at home here, as he was partially Slytherin, even though he barely ever admitted it.

Harry took a deep breath before making his way up to Draco's room, which he shared with two of his close friends. Harry made sure he was quiet as he opened the door and closed it behind him. Draco looked like an angel, sleeping there in bright blue pajamas. Harry stood there for a couple minutes, almost mesmerized by the blonde beauty laying asleep. It was probably one of the few times he looked innocent and Harry was savoring every moment of it. Most of him wished he could crawl into the bed and touch the soft hair and kiss his crushes forehead. He bit his lip to keep from groaning.

Harry finally managed to tear his eyes from the beautiful male before him and move towards his bedside table. Harry grabbed the first gift out of his bag, an alarm clock that was set to go off at 5AM. Draco would get a confusing wake up call, one that wasn't magically intended. Harry smirked slightly as he placed it next to Draco, right beside the bed. Harry then reached inside his bag and placed the one magical item inside it next to the clock, along with a normal pen. Oh, if only Draco knew how hard it was to enchant anything with this gift. The intent of this gift was to show Draco that magic was not everything. And to give Draco a little bit of insight into the life of someone muggleborn, or in Harry's case, raised by muggles. It was a clue into the fact that he was not a Slytherin. Either Draco would find that interesting or he would hate it. Harry hoped dearly for the former.

He began to pull out other things, placing them throughout the room, in sight, but still in places for Draco to find, rather than just see as he woke up. Finally Harry made his way over to the parchment and picked up the pen.

'Happy day 10,

Around you are ten muggle knick-knacks. Enjoy!

Santa'

Harry placed the pen back down and made his way over to the door, opening and closing it once more. He found himself anxious to know Draco's reaction, but wasn't quite brave enough to stick around, even in his invisibility cloak. He also knew he needed some sleep. Luckily for him, today he didn't have any classes and wouldn't now until after Christmas. He grinned at the thought, glad to know he didn't have to be up early. He made his way through the castle and made his way up to bed.

'SCREEEEECH-SCREEEEEECH-BZZZZZZ' Draco woke up with a start and glared at the clock near his bed. It was a metal thing with a bell at the top that made horrifyingly annoying noises. He hit the top, which stopped it immediately. He looked at it and shook his head. "What th'hell Malfoy." Blaise asked, rubbing his eyes. "It's nothing Blaise, go back to bed."

Blaise shrugged and closed his eyes, laying his head back and was snoring within moments. Draco shook his head and looked at the clock. What the hell was it doing here? It wasn't there when he went to bed. He noticed a parchment next to it and read the note. Muggle stuff? What kind of gifter would think he'd like muggle things? Still he was curious enough to look around. He noticed a small figurine over by the window and walked over. Before him was a small plastic man in a uniform he didn't recognize. It obviously wasn't a wizard or anyone Draco would recognize, but it had a used look to it with some of the paint chipped in different places. Was this something his gifter had grown up with?

He shrugged and placed it beside the parchment and clock and continued to look around. As annoyed as he was by being awoken so early, he was also curious. On the wall was a painting of a starry town. It was beautiful art, but nothing like a Wizard would paint. Nothing moved. He frowned slightly and noticed a camera beneath the painting. It looked just like Colin Creevey's camera, but not quite. He grabbed it and noticed a note underneath. "Ever seen a picture that doesn't move Malfoy? My bet is on no."

Draco laughed and then stuck a hand over his mouth. Goyle turned over, but did not wake. Good thing he was a heavy sleeper. Why would anyone want a picture that didn't move? They wouldn't tell the story, like a moving picture would. Draco shrugged and placed it beside the other gifts. He figured he's leave the artwork up. It was really nice looking where it was.

As he looked around he noticed that under his bed there was a small device. He walked over and grabbed it, noting that it was long, thin and had some sort of holes in if for something. 'This will not work here at Hogwarts, but if you want to record information or sounds, this is the device to do so.'

A sound recording device. Interesting. Too bad it didn't work at Hogwarts. That would be a perfect way to skip some classes. Of course, maybe that's why devices like that didn't work here. He rolled his eyes and placed it beside the others and looked a bit by Goyle's bed he spotted some colorful pieces of paper. He walked over and knelt by the table and looked at them, making sure they were for him and not something of Goyle's. Luckily there was a note underneath that eliminated his curiosity. He grabbed them and noted the numbers on them. The green ones had faces in the middle. The pink ones had buildings on them. He tilted his head slightly. 'Ever think of traveling as a muggle Malfoy? You should try it.'

Why would he want to travel as a muggle? They go so slow. He shook his head. It was getting pretty obvious his gifter didn't know him as well as he hoped. Either that or they were trying to change him. Either way,Draco wasn't too happy.

He sighed and decided to make his way to bed. He closed his eyes when he reached it and fell asleep.

'Draco sat on a stool with a small child asleep on his lap. The little boy groaned and turned over. Harry came over and kissed the child on the forehead and then kissed Draco. "Little Asriel is asleep. Should I get out the gifts now?" He asked, watching Draco to be sure. Draco shook his head. "Take a picture."

Harry nodded happily and grabbed the camera, pointing it at the two and taking the picture. "A memory to last a lifetime." Harry purred and walked back, setting the camera on the table and sitting on the couch. Draco held out a hand, which Harry took. Draco ran his hand through his young child's hair. Harry reached over and placed a hand on Draco's hand, moving it as Draco moved his. "Life is perfect." Harry said, closing his eyes and relaxing with his husband and young child. "I agree." Draco said, closing his own eyes.'

Draco awoke with a start and turned over, looking at the camera. Maybe there was reasons to use a muggle camera. He yawned and looked around. His friends were no longer in bed and he wondered the time. He looked at the alarm clock and nodded. It was nearly were likely downstairs eating. He got up and decided he should probably head to lunch.

Harry awoke to the sound of knocking. "Harry?" Hermione's voice came through the door. "It's time to eat."

Harry yawned and sat up. "Is it that time already?"

"Yes." She laughed. "By the way, you want to see what my gifter got me?" She asked,walking in after making sure he was dressed.

"Sure." He said and noticed her hand go to her neck. A gorgeous Sapphire necklace with multiple stones surrounding a blue heart stuck out on her neck. "It's beautiful Mione!" He said, wowed by the intricacy of it. "10 stones?" He asked, curious if they stuck with the theme. She nodded. "They're real." She said, biting her lip. "I don't think I've ever had something so nice."

"Think it's from Ron?" Harry asked, surprised by the way she shook her head. "He wouldn't be able to afford this in years. It's also not his style. He would never know to get me something like this."

Harry nodded, apologetic for asking. "Do you think you know who it's from?"

Hermione shook her head. "I wish I knew. They've gotten me some really nice things."

"Same here." Harry said, and looked down at the ring he was wearing. He was looking forward to meeting his person. He needed to know who thought so much of him. He regretted it also, because he knew he might break their heart. "Although I haven't gotten my gift yet today."

"You will." Hermione said. "They wouldn't let you down again." She said and instantly regretted making Harry remember his first day gift. "They obviously care about you and want to make your days perfect. They've thought about most of their gifts."

"True." Harry said. She was probably still thinking of the gift that his gifter had gotten her. Harry had given them their gifts so they would all have gifts to open on Christmas. He was sure the person had gotten them something great if they put as much thought into their gifts as they did for his.

"You'll probably want to get dressed for lunch." She motioned at his pajamas. He nodded. "I'll meet you down at the common rooms." He said. She nodded and closed the door behind her. He pulled on some clothes and his robe. He was ready for a full day out. He was likely to go flying with Ron today since they had nothing else going on. He would be ready for that. Harry looked into his drawer and decided on the obsidian ring that matched his robes for the day. He enjoyed having rings for every day. He hoped his santa still watched to see if he was wearing the rings. He didn't want to disappoint them. It would actually make Harry feel bad if his Santa was disappointed.

Harry made his way down to the commons. Hermione smiled and looked at his hand. "Decided to wear one of your gifts, eh?"

Harry nodded. "It feels nice and I want them to know I like them."

"You look claimed." She said, nudging him slightly. "But you might like that huh?"

"What if I am?" He asked, watching her face go from joking to surprised. "Do you know who it is?"

"Not yet, but they seem to know me pretty well. I am just looking forward to meeting them." Harry decided he was going to keep his options much as he found himself in love with Draco, he knew the chances ofthem ending up together was slim. Very slim. But this person seemed to actually care about him. Making him feel wanted. They even gave him things that could be used in the future. Recipes and the books about his parents. He loved the idea of a person who cared so much. It caused him excitement to see what they got him today. "Let's go get some food."

Hermione laughed. "Sure Harry. Ronald!" Hermione called to Ron who was watching a game of chess and giving a third year some hints on how to win. He looked up and turned back to say something to the young kid before walking up to them. "Fine, let's go. He won anyways." He said, just before the kid let out a whoop. "I win!"

Ron shook his head with a smile. "Glad he listened to me."

Draco watched as Harry walked into the dining room and frowned. His gift was either late or Harry disliked them. He hoped it was not the second option. He looked down at his food and cut into some meat to eat. Pansy watched him with curious eyes. "Everything ok Drakey?" She asked and placed a hand on his leg.

"I'm fine." He said with a slight growl, shaking her hand off of his leg.

Harry noticed Pansy touching Draco and looked down, grimacing. He hated the way Pansy was with Draco. She liked him, but she was dating someone else. Draco kept looking like he was annoyed with it, but it could also be regret because he couldn't be with her. Harry didn't like the idea of Draco being with Pansy. Still, it might be better for him in the long run. It all depended what happened between Pansy and Blaise, although that was a relationship Harry knew was doomed. Any relationship with Pansy was.

Harry stuck a fork into his pasta and stuck it into his mouth, trying to ignore the Slytherin table. After finishing the food he turned and looked at Ron. "Want to go flying?"

Ron nodded. "That would be fun!" He said, excited. "You wanna come Mione?"

She shrugged and tilted her head in thought. "I think I'd prefer to study for after break."

"You've got a whole vacation for that Mione!" Ron frowned, obviously annoyed by Hermione's work ethic. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Let her study Ron. Want to at least sit at the pitch while we fly Hermione?" He asked, trying to please both of them.

She nodded. "That could be fun. Yeah, I can do that."

Harry smiled. "Great. We'll meet you at the pitch then." Hermione nodded and walked up the stairs while Ron and Harry made their way towards the teams dressing rooms. Harry grabbed his outfit to put on and set his broom on a bench. He was glad he was getting a day to enjoy this before he went home for the holidays. He hated going to the Dursleys, but they needed him to serve a dinner party they had set for Christmas. Luckily this was one of the last years he'd have to put up with them.

He slid on his Quidditch robes and placed his others on the bench. He grabbed his broom and waited for Ron and then they made their way towards the pitch. Oh how he loved to fly. With Ron taking the lead, he followed on his broom flying high into the air. He looked down at the benches where Hermione had taken a spot in the benches, a book in hand. At least she had joined them, even if her mind was more into the book than her friends. He decided to take advantage of that fact and flew down, grabbing the book from her hand. She yelled up at him, but he ignored it and flew over to Ron. "Wanna be the prince charming?" He asked, waving the book in his friend's face. "Then get this for your lady."

Ron rolled his eyes and Harry saw him considering otherwise. Knowing Ron he would rather pick on Hermione and probably wished he'd had the thought to grab the book first. Harry flew past him while he was thinking and then Ron was on his tail. Ron was not one to give up on a challenge. Harry made a sharp turn right, watching Ron fly past his left and turned down towards the ground, flying near the ground, tempting Ron before making his way towards the stands. Hermione was still yelling at him to give back her book when he flew near her. He just grinned and stuck out his tongue. As he focused on Hermione though, Ron went by quickly, grabbing the book and landing. Hermione walked over to him and hugged him tight. "Thank you Ronald!" She said, almost breathlessly. Harry had to laugh. It was some of the most fun he'd had in a long time.

He landed near them and looked at Hermione. "Sorry Mione, that was too much fun to miss."

She sighed and turned to hug Harry. "It's fine." She said, but he could still see the annoyance on her face. Harry kissed her cheek. "You know I never would have hurt your book Mione." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say Harry. I should probably head back to the commons to read anyways. You guys gonna keep flying?"

Harry shook his head. "I should head in too." Hermione nodded and shrugged. "I'll wait for you guys to change then,"

Harry and Ron made their way to the changing rooms and Harry was surprised to see a large purple gift sitting on the bench he'd previously claimed with his broom. He looked at the tag, marked "Harry Potter". He circled it once, making sure nothing seemed off about it and then ripped into the wrapping Inside he found fabric, smooth, silky. There was multiple different colors that as he pulled out he noticed there were many dress robes, with the initials inside of one of the world's top dress robe makers. Harry had looked at them once and decided it wasn't worth wasting the money on robes like these. He frowned. Why would someone spend so much money on him?

He found a note in the middle of the stack and read.

"Ten dress robes to replace the disaster that is your current wardrobe."

He shook his head. He couldn't help but feel that that distasteful remark was Slytherin… and yet, he liked it. Maybe because it reminded him of something Malfoy would say. Although he doubted Malfoy would have anything to do with the previous gifts… especially something as thoughtful as the books and the stuffed animals. Things like those were beyond Malfoy's caring meter. Harry sighed and picked up the robes, showing them to Ron. "Think these would look good on me?"

"They look a little pompous, honestly." Ron said with a shrug. "But they look like they'd be a perfect fit."

Harry nodded. "I agree. Still, you gotta admit, my Santa chose well. I'm not used to getting such nice things though. It makes me feel…" He thought about it and bit his lip. They made him feel cheap. He never bought nice things for himself. And yet he always seemed to recieve really nice things from people he didn't know well. Like the broom he got from Sirius. He shook his head, trying not to think about that. He wanted to be happy, but most of him just felt bad that someone cared enough about him to want him to look nice. "I really wish I knew who it was." He said, choosing to leave what he was saying to Ron's imagination. Ron wasn't perceptive enough to catch that he felt uncomfortable.

"Well, whoever it is has money and taste." Ron provided. "My person seems to have decent taste too. They keep sending me treats. It's kind of been an awesome ten days of treats.' Harry laughed, knowing that whoever had Ron definitely knew him well. Harry had to admit, his person knew him well too. But that was part of what made him uncomfortable.

He was a little scared because two days from now, he would be revealing to Draco that he had him and he wasn't even sure if Draco would feel the same way. Did Harry know him well enough? Would Draco be happy, surprised, or horrified to have Harry as his Santa? Harry frowned. Although he had two more days, he found himself getting more and more nervous by the day. And he was very nervous to face his gifter, to thank them and tell them how much he appreciated the gifts. He'd also find out if Draco would accept his friendship. Two days from now was a scary prospect indeed.

"So, when are you going to share the treats with me?" He asked, grinning and grabbing Ron around the shoulders. Ron shrugged. "I figured you had your own treats." He shot back, looking at the robes. Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, mine are not edible."

"The chocolate frog was." Ron said, sticking out his tongue. Harry sighed. He hated to admit Ron was right. Harry sighed and began to change. He considered throwing on one of the dress robes, but decided against it. He had enough trouble fitting in in normal clothes. The dress robes would make him feel more out of place than he already was. Once Ron was changed too, he restacked the robes into the box and picked it up. Him and Ron made their way back to the castle, discussing when he would ever use the dress robes.

Draco was already back in the castle by the time the others were making their way out of the room and he frowned. Harry did not come out wearing the robes. Did he not like them? He had made sure that when they arrived, he would find a way to sneak them to Harry. When he'd seen Harry out flying with Ron, he knew that had been his chance. Although he did get distracted by the flying game the two had done with Hermione's book. Harry had the biggest smile while he flew and played around with his friend. He doubted Harry could have that big of a smile while opening his gift, but now he wondered if Harry had smiled at all. Maybe it was a little presumptuous of him to think that Harry would even care what his robes looked like. He knew Harry would rather fit in. But to him, the lack of style concluded to him not looking quite right as a possible Malfoy one day.

Draco smacked his head. He'd thought more about himself with this gift. He'd thought Harry might enjoy looking good and feeling good like he did. Harry wasn't like that though and Draco knew it. But Harry deserved to look as amazing as he made Draco feel. Draco would give Harry everything if Harry allowed him to. He doubted that was the case though. Draco bit his lip to keep from crying. He couldn't believe how bad he felt by trying to give Harry something he deserved. He decided he needed to up his game for the next gift. And so he began planning his day 11 gift.