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All I Want For Christmas

by WretchedScar

� December 2003

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its entities
belong to J.K. Rowling. No infringement
intended.

Genre: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy SLASH; R for language
and some suggestions of what could be hormonal fun; *~* Humor *~* (laugh it
up!) BoyLove/PWP/Holiday Fic - PURE FLUFF, folks! Hehehe. (what can I say
it happened at 3AM)

* * *

"We
have to WHAT?!" Harry and Draco both hollered, out loud at the same time.

"You
heard me," Minerva McGonagall stated calmly but firmly. "This is a result of your actions
tonight."

They had
been dragged out of the great hall and into the corridors for this reprimand.

Draco
glared at Harry and brushed a piece of apple pie off of his robes,
frowning.

Harry in turn glared right back at his archrival and flicked
a piece of gooey, mashed potatoes off of his sleeve hitting Draco in the
forehead with it.

"Quit
it scar-head! Professor," Draco
started and stepped forward, "Potter threw the food first!"

Potter
glowered and felt his face grow red, "Only after you shoved me and called
me a -"

"Enough!"
Professor McGonagall stated crisply.
"This was the last straw.
For almost six years now you two have been bickering non-stop. You have involved your classmates and you
have involved the staff in this rivalry.
And now, Christmas Eve night and you two have decided to once again
engage in this childish feuding and with a food fight in the great hall
nonetheless!"

Both boys
looked slightly abashed as a green bean slid slowly down over the rim of the
Professor's hat to fall with a small splat on the floor at her feet.

Minerva
McGonagall sighed and rubbed her temples to try and ward off the frustration
she was feeling.

"I
didn't aim those beans at you -" Draco started.

Professor
McGonagall sharply held up her hand to silence him.

"Did
the gravy boat really hit Snape in the nose?" Harry asked quietly, biting
his bottom lip to try to keep from laughing.

Minerva
noted the humor that Potter was trying to hide, "I hardly think this is an
amusing matter, Mr. Potter. You could
have seriously injured a member of the Hogwart's Staff!"

"Can't
you just deduct points -" Draco started.
"I'll replace the silverware . . . My mother has some lovely silver
. . ."

"Quiet!"
Minerva stated. "Point deductions
will hardly rectify what has happened here tonight."

It had been
a rather lovely holiday night. The
great hall had been decorated with Christmas garlands with red bows and a
lovely, decorated christmas tree; the candles glowed softly against a dark,
enchanted snow-falling ceiling. All of
the students who were staying over the holidays at Hogwart's School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry had been looking forward to the Christmas Eve banquet. Most of the staff was present at the table,
all sitting gathered around their headmaster Albus Dumbledore. There had been a lovely main serving table
established in the middle of the hall; after all of the staff members had gone
up to serve themselves their meals the students had headed up as well.

No one
really knows for sure what happened but according to Neville who spoke with
Pansy who confirmed with Susan who had saved Seamus from the corn-on-the-cob,
Draco had shoved Harry causing him to land elbows first on the turkey that had
been on the table and then Harry had turned around himself and picking up the
bowl of mashed potatoes threw them at Draco's face in retaliation for said
actions.

From that
moment on the food had flown - hits and misses were recorded and the casualties
were listed as being every known dish to the holiday season. Dumbledore was last seen sitting at the head
of the table, not moving, but with that amused twinkle in his eye, wearing plum
pudding that was quickly dying his long white beard a lovely shade of
purple.

Professor
McGonagall paced a bit and then stopped.
"You will learn to get together before the school term starts
again. If we do not see an improvement
further disciplinary action will have to take place with the possibility of
suspension."

"Oh
Merlin, no," Harry's jaw dropped.
"Please, Professor," Harry's plea broke his earlier
silence. The thought of being sent away
from Hogwarts, back to the Dursleys' on a suspension was enough to make even
the bravest of Gryffindors beg.
"You can't - we didn't - we won't -"

"Oh
stop blabbering, Potter," Draco spat.
"You'll only make this worse."

"Me?"
Harry glared, fuming. "If I
remember correctly Malfoy you had a hand in this as well -"

"Don't
you even-" Malfoy started.

Both boys
stopped bickering when they heard a foot tapping rather impatiently on the cold
castle's stone floor. Both looked up
and into the glaring eyes of the Professor who held their punishment at hand.

"We're
sorry - you were saying?" Draco drawled prompting Minerva McGonagall to
purse her lips.

"Before
you are permitted to retire for the night - you both will not only be cleaning
the Great Hall but also redecorating it," she explained. "And in time for Christmas day."

"Easy
enough," Draco smiled.

"Without
wands or magic," McGonagall added.

Draco
frowned.

Harry
sighed.

McGonagall
waited.

"Right,"
Harry grumbled. "Hooray, cleaning
with Malfoy in the Great Hall. Merry
Christmas to me."

"Bah-hum-bug,"
Draco glowered.

* * *

As they
walked back towards the closed doors of the Great Hall both boys kept a rather
noticeable distance between them. They
didn't say a word but slowed simultaneously as they reached the entryway.

"You
first," Harry stated nodding.

"No,
after you," Draco folded his arms.

"Why
do you have to make everything so damn complicated!" Harry stated with
frustration.

"Because
then I get to see you blow your top," Draco snickered.

"Amusing
am I," Harry glared and yanked open the heavy, carved wooden doors.

"Sometimes,"
Draco admitted. "Other times
you're just a wanker."

"Shut
up before I -" Harry started but stopped as they made their way
inside. The words that were about to
leave his mouth were lost to shocked silence.
The room was more than a wreck.
Every known piece of food that had been on the menu for the night now
found itself mingling with furniture, portraits, walls, floors and holiday
decorations. "We did this -"
Harry said quietly.

"Yep,"
Draco nodded. "Looks
delicious."

"Would
you be serious for one moment!?" Harry threw up his hands.

"I AM
being serious. Too bad I couldn't
splatter you on the walls along with the- OW!"

Harry
kicked Draco in the shin and stalked off towards where someone had obviously
left the cleaning materials.
"Let's get this over with . . ."

"Right,
you clean I'll decorate," Draco smiled.

"HA! Yeah right Martha Stewart," Harry
warned. "You're working from start
to finish along with me.

"Martha
who?" Draco blinked. "Look
Potter, I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys - do - not - clean. We have elves and, well, people like you to do that." A wet, white rag hit him smack in the middle
of the face with a smart splat.

Harry
couldn't help it - he found himself laughing at what he had done.

Malfoy
pealed the rag away from his face, his cheeks burning bright red and regarded
Harry who was bent over from laughter.
"Oh think that's funny do you, Potter?" Draco bent over and picked up a broom and
smacked Harry over the head with it.

Harry quit
laughing and saw stars. "I'm going
to take that broom and shove it up your -"

"Oh
quit being so kinky Potter," Malfoy drawled and gave Harry a push so that
the other boy landed with a thud on the food-stained floor. "There are better things to shove up
one's ass and it'd be yours not mine that got the shoving. Now get to work."

Harry folded
his arms and put on his good old stubborn demeanor, "Not until you
do."

Draco sat
down as well, glaring at Potter and folded his arms. "Do what? You? No, thank you. So on with the cleaning - you first."

"Bastard."
Harry stated.

"Wanker."
Draco confirmed.

Both of the
boys sat there, glaring at each other.

. . . .

"One
of us has to give in," Harry finally aded -ed - about two hours later.

"Go
ahead," Draco raised his eyebrows and waited.

Harry hung
his head in his hands and tried to stop the throbbing in his head. "Why does it always have to be
me."

"Oh,
get over yourself, Potter!" Malfoy stated suddenly, jumping to his
feet. "You always seem to think
everything revolves around your precious ass."

"My
ass is precious?" Harry grinned.
"So we're back to talking about asses. You really do have a rather remarkable habit of talking about
bums and -"

"I'm
not finished yet!" Malfoy stated indignantly. "It's always about you!
You, you, YOU! Dumbledore's
golden boy, the wizarding world's hero saving the day! Well I tell you what, Potter - not this
time! No this time it starts with
me. I'm the one to take the initiative
and right the wrong." And with
that he grabbed the broom and started sweeping. "This time I'm the one.
Me! Do you hear me? ME!"

Harry
grinned. "Hey Malfoy . . ."

"WHAT?!"
Malfoy growled.

"You
cleaned first."

A wet white
rag found its way, flying through the air, to hit Harry square in the face.

"And
paybacks a bitch, Potter," Malfoy stated with glee.

* * *

"Oh god,
I'm so tired. I never want to see
another muggle cleaning utensil again," Draco moaned.

Harry
snorted, "You'd never survive the Dursleys then."

They sat on
the steps in front of the staff table, regarding the clean hall. It was a miraculous difference and they had
done it. Together.

"Who are the Dursleys'?" Draco questioned,
regarding and rubbing his hands that were red from all the manual labor they
had had to perform for the last five hours.

"The
muggle family I live with during the summer holidays," Harry stated
quietly.

"'The
muggle family'" Draco echoed.
"Sounds like they're really dear to your heart, Potter. What don't they spoil you enough? Didn't get what you wanted for your birthday
this year?" he asked sarcastically.

Harry closed
his eyes and looked away. Why was he
even considering sharing anything about his 'home life' with Draco Malfoy of
all people. All the other boy would do
would be to taunt and tease him, having found some sort of pleasure and power
in knowing that his rival had such a miserable life with his relatives. "Never mind," Harry stated quietly
and stood up.

Draco
watched Harry stand, and move towards a pile of the new decorations that sat on the staff table, waiting to be
used again - this time in cleaner form.
What had just happened? Was
there something Potter wasn't telling him?
There was so much he had to admit to himself that he didn't know about
the boy-who-lived. All he really knew
was that originally he had wanted to be his friend and had had that thrown in
his face in a rather humiliating moment on the first day. One handshake shunned. It hadn't been fair.

No, it
hadn't been fair - he had had to step back and watch as others got close to the
fascinating boy, watch as others enjoyed his company, shared his time and
learned the intimacies of such friendship.
He had been on the outside, log ing in - with nowhere to go and nothing
in the end to gain.

"So
what do you want to do first," Harry turned around, holding up a long
strand of green garland.

"Why
didn't you want to be my friend?" Draco blurted out.

Harry stood
there, his fingers playing with stem after stem of the garland not quite
knowing what to say. 'Because you acted
like a git when I first met you, because you practically had a darkmark already
tattooed on your arm or because I found you and all of that dangerous air only
too fascinating and it scared me - it scared me away?'

"I
don't know what to say," Harry stated quietly.

Draco stood
up and walked closer. "Just tell
me why, Potter."

There was
silence and Harry couldn't look at the other boy.

"Please?"

It was a
quiet request and it threw Harry off balance.
How could he refuse? So would it
be the truth or would it be . . .?

"It
was just how you approached the whole matter," he started.

"What?"
Draco growled. "That doesn't make
any sense!"

"Let
me finish!" Harry snapped. "I
mean there you were - the first day so, well snobbish; then you had to go and
insult Ron and imply that you were better than everyone else what with that
single, extended hand . . ."

"I am
better than everyone," Draco stated with a sniff.

"You
SEE!" Harry pointed. "You
see! That's what I'm talking
about. I couldn't stand it and I still
can't! You run around calling Ron poor
-"

"God,
I was only joking! But besides that, he
is poor in case you haven't noticed" Draco pointed out.

"I did
notice but that doesn't matter to me!
And then you call Hermione a mud-blood, you tease Neville non-stop and
you just plain all-out hate me for - for no reason at all! . . ." Harry
continued. "I can't figure you
out, Malfoy! How could I have been your
friend - I don't understand you one bit!"

"I
don't hate you, Potter!" Draco sputtered out quicker than he could stop
it. His hand shot out to cover his
mouth and he whirled around to hide the embarrassment in his face.

Potter let
his jaw drop. "What was that
Malfoy? I didn't hear that
correctly. I think I'm hallucinating
from all of the cleansers we used tonight.
You don't hate me? So all this
time, all those hexes, those taunts and fights were your way of saying you like
me?! I don't believe it!"

"ARGH!"
Malfoy hollered and spun back around to stalk towards the other boy.

Harry
backed up a step to try and retreat from the advancing boy. His back banged into the staff table and he
was left with no other place to retreat to.

"Why
do you have to ruin a perfectly good rivalry?!
Why do you have to make it so complicated!? I hate you because I do like you! It's all so very frustrating!
Don't you see?! Can't you
understand?!" Draco shouted and before Harry could say another word he
found himself being dragged forward and being roughly kissed by the blonde
haired Slytherin before him.

Harry felt
his body stiffen with surprise, he also felt Malfoy's warm, moist lips working
on his own. Harry closed his eyes and
gave into the unusual experience.

Malfoy
worked Harry's lips for all they were worth - he felt the warmth of them and
his heart quickened when Harry's mouth opened a bit for a breath and he was
able to sneak his tongue into Harry's mouth.

Harry felt
shy but he also . . . felt . . something . . . else . . . His own tongue shyly
snuck out to dance with Malfoy's and he was fascinated by the sweet taste that
was the other boy. It was like
peppermint and sweet cream; It was so wonderful, it was hot and it was wet and
it was wrong - really wrong! 'Wow!'
Harry's mind screamed. 'Oh wow.' I
think I like wrong!'

Malfoy
sucked a bit on Harry's bottom lip, bit it gently and then broke the kiss. Both of them were panting, their breathing
coming in short little hollow huffs.
Draco still had his hand holding onto the back of Harry's neck. They let their foreheads come to rest
together and against one another.

Draco felt
Harry rub his forehead against his, the puckering of the scar that was on the
other boy's forehead tickled as he moved it against his skin.

"What
was that," Harry asked quietly, licking his lips.

"A
kiss, a hormonal rush, a-" Draco broke off. 'A mistake?'

"Okay,"
Harry said quietly and laughed.
"Okay."

Draco
groaned, "My father is going to kill me."

Reality hit
in that split second. Harry pushed
himself away from Malfoy and blinked.
"That's it?!"

"What? What's it?" Draco asked in
confusion. "Potter what is your
problem all of a sudden?!"

They both moved to sit back down on the stairs.

"Anything
you want to talk about," Potter asked quietly.

"You
first," Draco stated.

Harry
considered this as he tried to fix the garland that they had broken.

Draco
sighed at the silence. So much for . .
.

"My
Aunt is my mother's sister," Harry started. "She, like my Uncle and my Cousin, hate anything that has to
do with magic. I've lived with them
since I was an infant and in that time I have become their personal slave and
lapdog. I don't live in the lap of
lu as as you and many others have assumed.
In fact I lived in the cupboard under the stairs while I was growing
up. And that's just the beginning of it
all. . ." he trailed off. Why did
it always hurt to talk about it all? He
thought on it often enough - he had lived it - but saying it aloud - it brought
it back to life.

Draco
blinked and studied Potter. Was it
true? How couldn't it be. If Harry was anything at all he was honest
and didn't lie.

"My
father," Draco started, "is always on about family honor - everything
always has to be so perfect. If I do
anything wrong - and I mean any little thing - come in second to the Mud-,
er," he stopped at Harry's look, "if I come in second to Granger in
scores, come in last to you in quidditch - anything and everything - all I hear
is that I ruin everything. That I'm an
insult to the Malfoy name - that I'm a failure - that when my father was my age
he already had the dark mark and look at me," he held out a perfectly, white un-marked left arm. "Nothing. Yep, that's me - nothing."

Harry
listened carefully to each word that Malfoy said; he was surprised and yet -
after having met Lucius himself - he wasn't all that surprised to know how the
man treated his only son.

"Why
don't you have a dark mark," Harry inquired quietly. He tied a red bow around the middle section
of the garland that he had patched back together and stood up to try and hang
the greenery.

Draco stood
with Harry and held the other end of the decoration as the boy went to place it
on the wall.

"I
don't' want the mark. I'm a servant to
no one," he stated smoothly.
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