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Life From the Start	By : xxxsuushiixxx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: To answer one of the reviewer's question: No, I don't have a mailing list but I DO try to update daily ^^;

Chapter 11: The Holidays

It was the first day of their Christmas vacation and Draco, for the first time in six years, signed up to stay at Hogwarts for two weeks, which was how long the holidays were. The main reason for him to do so was to watch Harry. It was his job, after all, to make sure his charge was safe. It would be extremely stupid if he brought Harry to Malfoy Manor�

�Draco, can we go outside and play with the snow?� Harry asked; they were inside Draco�s bedroom and Harry was kneeling on Draco�s bed, staring out the window. �It�s so white and pretty outside�� He turned to face the blond�-who was sitting next to the young boy, reading a book�-and put on a beautiful smile. �Please Draco? Pretty please?� Harry then sat down on the bed and placed his head onto Draco�s lap.

Draco sighed and snapped his book closed; he placed it to the side and glanced down at Harry, who was now nuzzling his face in Draco�s belly, a serene smile on his face. Draco�s lips twitched and then they formed into a smile.

Harry was so adorable in the way he acted.

�If you catch a cold it�s not going to be my fault alright?� Draco laughed when Harry nodded absently against his stomach. �You�re going to scratch up your glasses if you keep doing that.�

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked up, a huge smile on his face. �We�re going out aren�t we?!� Harry asked, finally realizing that Draco had agreed to go out.

Malfoy laughed, nodding, and Harry sat right up; he hopped off the bed and ran out, laughing all the way, with Draco following. When the door to Harry�s bedroom closed, Draco stood outside and leaned against the wall next to the doorway.

�Put on one of those thick jackets, Harry!� Draco called out, �You know what? I�m coming in and see what you�ve picked. You better not wear that ugly scarf again!� Draco said loudly; he heard Harry giggling behind the door.

The last time Draco let Harry pick out his own outfit, it was a disaster. The boy had chosen a bright red wool sweater (it reminded Draco of a tomato�), a pair of dark purple corduroy trousers, black trainers, and around Harry�s neck was this yellow,/i> scarf (Draco had almost screamed when he saw the scarf). When Harry came out and modeled for Draco, the blond had slapped his hand over his eyes and promptly pushed Potter back inside the room to change.

On that day, Draco vowed to never let Harry pick out his own clothes. Ever.

When Draco walked inside Harry�s room, he found the young boy kneeling in front of the bureau, pulling out drawers in search of warm clothes.

�Draco� should I wear that black sweater or the white one?� Harry asked without looking at his guardian. �I feel like wearing white� Maybe I�ll blend in with the snow.�

Draco scoffed and took out the white sweater. �Why do you want to blend in with the snow?� He held up the sweater, inspected it, and then Draco draped it on his arm. �What if I lost you out there?� The blond asked, tweaking Harry�s nose. �Besides, you still have to wear a jacket and none of them are white.�

Harry laughed and started unbuttoning his pajama top, his head down and the tip of his tongue sticking out.

�Then you would have to look for me,� Harry answered to Draco�s question; he shrugged off his top and let it drop on the ground. �It�s not like you�ll let me get lost anyway.� Harry grinned at the blond, his green eyes bright with delight.

Draco shook his head without saying anything; Harry snatched the white sweater from Draco�s arm and tugged it down, his head popping through the collar. When Harry�s head came to view, Draco snorted at the disheveled look; the brunet�s glasses were askew and his hair was shooting out in different directions. Malfoy reached out and patted Harry�s hair, an effort to make his hair flat and tamed. But no such luck. Harry�s eyes rolled up, puckered his lips and blew on his fringe. Draco went to fix Harry�s glasses, setting them straight again.

�It�s okay Draco, my hair�s always like that,� Harry shrugged and turned to face the bureau again, �People say� people say�� Harry�s words faltered; his hands were on the bottom drawer, knuckles were white from gripping.

Draco sighed and took Harry�s smaller hands in his, prying them away from the drawer.

�What did people say, Harry?� Draco asked; he knew Harry was relapsing again. Harry remained silent, his small body started trembling.

Draco scowled; he had always hated when Harry became unresponsive. Sometimes it only took a few seconds for Harry to return to normal, but as the days went on, it took longer and longer. The last time Harry went into a relapse, it took Draco almost ten minutes to get the young boy to respond. Furrowing his eyebrows, Draco pulled the stilled boy to his chest, wrapping his arms around Harry�s shoulders.

�Harry� it�s alright. I�m right here� Ignore the pictures in your head and come back. I know you can hear me, Harry.� Draco murmured, rocking the boy gently. �Stop looking at the pictures� I�ll take you outside to play. I�ll help you build a nice, big snowman.� Draco said almost desperately.

Harry was gaining more and more of his real memories back, and Draco knew this.

Harry shuddered, but his eyes remained passive. Slowly, as if in a trance, Harry turned his head and looked up at the blond. Draco�s breath hitched; Harry�s eyes were so dull�

�I don�t want to see�� Harry whispered; he blinked once, twice, and the light that was missing came back, slowly. Harry frowned up at Draco, who was staring down at him. �Draco? Why are you holding me like this?�

Draco released Harry and made the boy sitting upright once more. �I just felt like hugging you, that�s all.� Draco lied.

He did it again; he had to lie.

�Oh. Well, that�s okay then. I always give you hugs whenever I want.� Harry beamed at the blond and turned back to the drawers. �What color pants should I wear?� Harry asked and pulled the drawer that held all the trousers and pants.

�Wear the dark blue one,� Draco answered and sat down, with his legs folded under him.

Harry plunged his little hands in and then pulled out the pair of dark blue jeans. He stood up, shimmied out of his pajama pants, and slipped the jeans on. Draco smiled when Harry ran over to his bed and took the jacket that was draped at the foot of the bed.

�See? My jacket is light blue!� Harry exclaimed and shoved his arms into the sleeves. �It�s almost white.�

Draco chuckled and pushed himself up from the floor. �Harry, I�m sure I can see your mop of hair even if you�re buried in snow.�

Harry huffed and walked up to Draco, taking the blonde�s hand. �Whatever. Draco, are you really going to help me make a snowman?� Potter tilted his head up and grinned, �Should I get my mittens?�

Draco rolled his eyes; he walked back to the bureau�with Harry�and took a pair of mittens.

�Put them on and go wait for me by the portrait,� Draco told the boy, �I�ll go get dressed now.�

�Kay!� And Harry rushed out to the living room.

�Kids and snow�� Draco muttered with a smile and walked back to his own bedroom to bundle up.

HPDMHPDM

�Draco!! Hurry up!!� Harry yelled, �The snow�s all melted!�

Draco smirked and closed the door of Harry�s bedroom; he had gone inside to get a beanie for Harry. He was dressed in a white winter coat; underneath that was a black, cashmere jumper, along with a white scarf wrapped around his pale neck. A well-tailored pair of black trousers covered his legs, and instead of wearing his usual black dress shoes, Draco wore a pair of black boots.

When he went to the portrait, Draco found Harry pacing around, zipping and unzipping his jacket as a sign of impatience. Draco stood in Harry�s way, and since the brunet didn�t see Draco coming out, he bumped right into Malfoy�s legs.

�Ow!� Harry rubbed his forehead with mitten-covered hands and halfheartedly glared at Draco. He then smiled when his guardian slipped the beanie over his head. �Can we go now?�

�Yes we can,� Draco said, pushing the painting outward and stepping outside. �What do say if I�m taking you to Hogsmeade afterwards?�

Harry�s whole face lit up, �Hogsmeade? Oh wow! Is that where all the shops are? Like that candy shop you told me about?� Draco nodded, a smile gracing his features; he had told Harry once where he had gotten his secret stash of candies and chocolates.

�I have to buy something and if you behave, I might even consider buying you some of those Chocolate Frogs you liked so much.�

Harry pumped his fists in the air and did a little dance outside their quarters. Draco, shaking his head with amusement, closed the portrait behind them and followed one enthusiastic Harry down the halls, towards the front gate of Hogwarts.

.: By the Lake� :.

Draco stood at the side and watched as Harry ran straight and jumped on top of a mound of freshly fallen snow. Draco flicked at his coat when speckles of wet snow flew at him. Harry laughed and rolled off the mound, stood up, and ran around to collect more snow. Draco didn�t mind standing out here, under the falling snow, cold winds hitting his face. All he cared about was that Harry was having fun.

When Harry bent down to pile up his gathered snow, an evil smile appeared on Draco�s face. Noiselessly, Draco scooped up a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, and with perfect aim, threw the ball at Harry�s bum. It landed with a sharp sounding �splack�.

Ah, he wanted to do that for years.

Harry yelped, his hands went to cover his now wet behind. He spun around and looked right at Draco, his green eyes wide. Draco smirked and crossed his arms in front of him.

�Continue with your snow mounds, Harry.� Draco said over the wind and he looked in the direction where Hogsmeade was, �Then we can ma--�

Draco didn�t finish his sentence; a snowball was sailing in his direction and it hit him on his folded arms. Malfoy stared at the laughing boy. Harry bent down again and scooped more snow into his mitten covered hands.

�I got you, Draco!� Harry said happily; he rolled the snow into a bigger sized ball. He drew his arm back and flung, the white ball sailing through the air and missed Draco�s head by at least two feet.

Malfoy scoffed; he went on his knees and took out his wand. With a muttered spell, balls of snow appeared before him in a pyramid. He heard Harry gasp and looked up. Harry had his hands on his hips, a frown on his face.

�No fair! I have to make snowballs with my hands while you did magic!� Harry huffed; Draco, taking pity on the child, pointed his wand and used the same spell to give Harry a mountain of already made snowballs.

Harry cheered and mimicked Draco�s kneeling position.

�Snowball fight!!� Harry hollered and grabbed a snowball. He threw it at Malfoy, who merely moved his head to the left.

�You have to do better than that, Harry.� Draco smirked and took a snowball.

With perfect precision, Draco�s snowball hit Harry right on the head, making Harry cry out in surprise. With revenge on his mind, Harry grabbed two and threw it blindly, not caring if he aimed or not. Draco laughed and ducked, the snowballs flying over his head.

The fight continued on and on. By the time the snowball pyramids were gone from both sides, Harry was covered from head to toe with snow. Draco, on the other hand, was only hit twice. Once on his shoulder, the other on his right arm. Knowing that he lost, Harry, with a playful yell, charged at Draco. Malfoy was unprepared for the charging child and was knocked down on his back, laughing. Now on Draco�s chest, Harry picked up a handful of snow and smeared it on Draco�s cheek, making the older teen cry out from the sudden cold. Glaring at the brunet, Draco flipped them over and pinned Harry on the snow covered grounds.

�It wasn�t fair! You can aim better than me!� Harry laughed when Draco started putting specks of snowflakes on his flushed cheeks.

�Just admit you were an easy target, love.� Draco drawled; he sighed and fell on his back next to Harry. �I did say I can see your mop of hair even if you were covered with snow.�

Harry giggled and began moving his arms and legs, making a snow angel. He sat up carefully and looked at what he did.

�Look Draco! I made an angel!�

Draco sat up and chuckled at the small but otherwise, perfect snow angel. He stood up, brushed his arse to get rid of the snow, and looked down, inspecting the snow angel and the real one sitting on top.

�That is the smallest angel I have ever seen.� Draco said, smiling. He bent down and picked up Harry, the child giggling as Draco held Harry close. Draco brushed Harry�s jacket and started walking away from the frozen lake. �Let�s go to Hogsmeade now, shall we?�

HPDMHPDM

�Can you have this delivered on Christmas Eve?� Draco asked the owner of the shop.

�Of course. Shall I deliver it to the manor, Mr. Malfoy?�

Draco shook his head and gave the owner a small smile. �No, deliver it to Hogwarts. I�m staying for Christmas. Something came up and I�m not going home this holiday.�

The owner only nodded and wrote things down on a piece of parchment. �Are you buying this for your�?�

Draco cleared his throat and averted the owner�s eyes. �It�s for my uh� friend.� The owner arched his eyebrows. �He wanted to get one for his little cousin.� Draco added quickly.

The man chuckled and gave Draco a smile. �Alright, everything�s set. You�ll receive it on the night of Christmas Eve.�

�Thank you, sir.� Draco said politely; he paid for what he ordered and the delivery fee. �Have a nice Christmas.�

Draco went to the front of the store and found Harry standing by the door, holding a bag of chocolate and candies. Draco had told Harry to wait for him while he went to buy �something�. The young boy pulled out the Sugared Quill he was sucking on and grinned at the blond.

�Are you done?� Harry asked and walked up to Draco, �I ate two Chocolate Frogs, two Quills, and some jelly beans already.� He took Draco�s hand and led the blond out the store. �Can we go back now? I�m tired.�

�Sure. You want me to carry you?� Draco looked down at the boy; Harry nodded and the blond picked him up. �We can have lunch when we get back.�

�Uh huh�� Harry murmured and laid his head on Draco�s shoulder.

Malfoy wrapped part of his scarf around Harry and made this way through the snow covered road, back to Hogwarts. The winds had picked up and snow was falling harder. Draco looked down at his bundle; Harry was already asleep. He pulled the beanie lower and covered Harry�s forehead with it. Shivering slightly, he held Harry closer to his body, to keep the child warm. Tucking Harry�s head under his, Malfoy quickened his pace and hoped that by the time he got back, they wouldn�t be soaked with melted snowflakes.

HPDMHPDM

.: December 24, 1997 :.

Having just taken a nice, warm bath, Draco was sitting on his bed, reading. Harry was tucked in for the night so Draco wasn�t worried about having Harry see the present he got on the day they went to Hogsmeade. Draco looked away from his book when he heard a soft tap on the windowpane; a white snow owl was outside, waiting for Draco to let it in. The blond dropped his book on his bed and hurried over to the window, opening it to let the bird fly in. The owl flew around the room once before settling on Draco�s desk; it held out one of its leg. Draco held out his hand and the owl dropped a shrunken rectangular box into his palm.

�Thank you for bringing this� despite the snow storm brewing outside,� Draco whispered and petted the owl. The snow owl hooted and flapped its wings, flying back outside and left.

Malfoy picked up his wand from the desk and tapped it against the box. The container grew until it was at least four feet long. Saying another spell, Draco magically gift wrapped it. He sighed and walked outside to the living room where he and Harry had set up a small Christmas tree earlier that evening.

Harry had so much fun hanging all the beautiful ornaments Draco conjured. Harry was extremely excited when Draco picked him up to place the star on top of the tree. It was their first, and possibly only, Christmas spent together and Draco was going to make the best of it.

Standing in front of the decorated tree, Draco laid the box at the foot of the tree. He could already imagine the look on Harry�s cherub face when the boy finds the present tomorrow.

With one last look at the star shining brightly on the tree, Draco padded back to his room and turned in for the night.

HPDMHPDM

.: December 25, 1997 :.

�Oh! Oh! Oh! Draco look! I got presents!� Harry said excitedly.

They were both sitting in front of the tree, pulling out all the presents that had appeared during the night. Draco had got some from his Slytherin friends and one from Snape. Harry only received three, but he was happy. One was from Hermione, one from Ron (Harry remembered who they were), and a really long box.

Draco watched as Harry set the other two presents aside and held the long box almost lovingly in his hands. The brunet looked up with a huge smile on his face; Draco nodded at the green eyed boy, indicating that he can open the present.

�What did you get me Draco?� Harry asked as he tore the wrappings away, �It�s so� long.�

Draco laughed and bent his legs so that his knees were to his chest. He gathered all the ripped up pieces of wrapping paper and put them in one pile.

�Just open it and you�ll find out, Harry.�

With the last piece of wrapping paper gone, Harry quickly opened the box. He gasped and picked up the object that was inside.

�Draco� this-this is a Firebolt,� Harry murmured in awe, �It looks just like the one in my shelf!� Harry stood up and held the broom close to his heart. �You-you really got me one like you promised!�

�So I take you like it then?� Draco asked cheekily; Harry nodded furiously and carefully put the toy broom on the floor before throwing himself at Draco. Malfoy laughed merrily and caught Harry in an embrace.

�Thank you, Draco� this is the best present I�ve ever gotten.� Harry whispered into Draco�s shoulder.

�I�m glad you like it,� Draco said and kissed the top of Harry�s head.

Harry picked his head up and looked at Draco, love evident in his eyes. Blushing slightly, Harry leaned in and kissed Draco on the lips. It was an innocent peck, but Draco was still shocked. It was the first time Harry kissed him on the lips.

�I-That�s a thank you kiss.� Harry said shyly and looked down at his feet.

Malfoy chuckled and carded his fingers through Harry�s hair. �Well then, thank you Harry, for the kiss.�

Harry smiled sweetly at him and went to pick up his broom. �Can you teach me how to ride?�

�Of course.�

For the rest of the day, Draco spent hours teaching Harry how to sit properly on the broom, how to balance, and finally how to maneuver the broom. Since it was a toy version of a real Firebolt, the broom only hovered around four feet off the ground and moved not all that fast. If one was to walk by their private quarters, they would be able to hear shrill laughters coming from Harry and running footsteps as Draco ran around, chasing after his charge.

It was a Merry Christmas indeed.

HPDMHPDM

A/N: :D I liked this chapter! I�ve always liked typing out snow ball fights and Christmas scenes. :) Aww� Harry kissed Draco ;P It was an innocent kiss� or was it? ;)

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