The 12 Days of Christmas or a HarryDraco Fairytale

A/N: This chapter is very sweet; I am no responsible for any caveties which may occur. Also, I am not responsible for any nosebleeds. :D

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On the tenth day...

Harry woke up with a smile on his face and felt more rested than he had in some time. He hadn't realized how much stress he'd been feeling with the trials and how much sleep he was losing over it until now. Which lead him to wonder about how the public really felt about him taking Draco in.

Hmm. Something to find out later.

He passed the living room on his way to the kitchen and stopped when he saw the Christmas tree. Instead of starting breakfast, he sat down on the couch, thinking. What if--?

He started when Draco sat next to him and took his hand. "Okay?"

Harry smirked. "You keep asking me that. I like it."

Draco blushed and looked away. "So, what's up?"

"I was wondering--do you think your mum would like to join us here?" Harry asked. It wasn't a matter of her being under house arrest. After she had turned in all of the cursed heirlooms in the house and vaults and Harry had submitted his testimony for what she had done for him in the war, the courts had exonerated her of all charges. She was more free than her son at the moment.

Draco stared at Harry. "You...what?"

Harry smirked. "Do you think your mum would like to spend Christmas here, with us?"

"Aren't you going to the Weasleys?" Draco asked. "I thought you went every year?"

"They're in Italy this year," Harry said. "I was going to be here by myself until you came here. Why not invite your mum?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't see why not. It'll be better for her than staying at that house."

"Go ahead and floo her, then," Harry said. "I'm going to start breakfast."

He patted Draco's knee and went into the kitchen to give his...lover privacy. He smiled, giddy, knowing he could call Draco his lover. He knew they weren't technically lovers yet, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be long. His cock liked that idea, too, as it jumped in his pants. He hoped it would be gone when Draco got back.

He had set two plates of pancakes down when Draco came in and thankfully, Harry was already beginning to sit down. No way Draco could see his boner.

"Will she be coming?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Draco said. "We need to go to the market today, you know."

Harry nodded. "I don't have any of the fixings for the dinner and I still need to get you a gift."

Draco looked up sharply. "No, Harry. Please."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "And why not? I want to. If it's a matter of you not getting me a gift, I told you I would pay you for the work you did."

Draco flushed. "I don't want it!"

Harry put his fork down, unable to stop his hands from shaking. "And why not? You deserve it. You've worked hard."

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Harry...it wouldn't be right. It doesn't feel right."

"Why not? I don't understand!"

"Because...because I don't want to get paid for doing something that...it feels like I'm being paid to make over my own home!"

The pieces clicked into place for Harry. He smiled softly and rounded the table so he could pull Draco into a hug. "I'm sorry."

Draco laughed weakly. "It's okay. I should've explained before. Besides, it's not like...it's my home. I mean, as soon as the court says so, I'll be back at the Manor."

Harry tensed up. He pulled away from Draco. "What?"

Draco blinked owlishly. "It's what you want, right? I'm only staying here for a bit."

"What about last night?"

"So? It's not like we have to move in right away. My mother always told me to take it slow."

Harry cupped Draco's face. "I want you here, Draco. I can't imagine staying here without you. It doesn't feel right." Well, he hadn't thought about it before. Now, however, he knew it was true. "Or we can go to the Manor together. I don't care which."

Draco smirked. "Is that so, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded. "It is."

Draco took a calming breath and kissed Harry. "I still feel bad about you getting me a present."

"I thought your mum had access to the family vaults," Harry said. He hadn't thought about it before, but why couldn't Draco get it from there?

"They can't give it to me, Harry," Draco said. "It was all released to my mum and until the court releases me fully, I can't access it."

"And who says she can't give her only son money?" Harry asked with a smirk.

Draco's face lit up. "Thank you!" He jumped up, kissed Harry, and ran back to the floo.

Chuckling, Harry cast a warming charm on Draco's food and finished his own.

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"Are you sure no one will recognize me?" Draco asked nervously.

Harry looked at him and smiled. "They won't. You don't have blond hair any more, your eyes are blue, and you have more colour now. You look nothing like a Malfoy."

"Very good, Mr. Potter," Narcissa Malfoy said as she glided over to them. "But it is best if you don't talk about it in public."

Harry shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry."

She smiled fondly at him. "If you want, I'll take James to the shops so he can buy your gift. We'll join you in the market when we are done."

Harry nodded. "Sure." He pulled Draco close and kissed him. He heard the flash of a camera go off in the distance. "Remember. You're a British citizen who's family fled in the first war to a British community in America. You came back because you wanted to see your birth country and fell completely in love with me."

Draco laughed. "Hello, my name is James Johnson." He looked at his mum. "And why is she with me? That part I didn't get."

"Because she was the only one we could get in contact with to show you the alley to buy me a gift," Harry said, tweaking that nose that he had refused to change. It was adorable. "Draco offered her services."

"Which I am quite miffed about," she said, looking haughty. "Honestly, the nerve of my son to offer me to escort a stranger around!" She smiled. "Still, he is British and rather cute. I approve, Mr. Potter."

Harry knew she had said it so that whoever was listening to them would catch it. Draco, James, stepped forward and offered her his arm. "Shall we, then?"

She smiled and nodded. "We'll be seeing you, Mr. Potter."

Harry bid them a safe tour and went off to find the gifts for Draco and his mum. After all, it would be impolite if he didn't.

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When they got to the house, they went in separate directions to wrap gifts. Harry was the first finished and he happily put up the stocking he had bought for Draco. It was near bulging with the little gifts, but Harry was sure that Draco would love it. He started dinner soon after and called Draco down when it was ready.

"It's a good thing Mother taught me how to wrap gifts," Draco muttered, "or I'd never get done."

Harry laughed. "You could just hand them to me, love, and I would still love them."

Draco smiled. "A green stocking, by the way? Where did you find that thing?"

"In a little shop that I never went into before," Harry said. "I also found more ornaments for the tree. I haven't put them on yet if you want to help."

"Good," Draco said. "Your tree looks rather bare."

Harry smiled and blushed. "We'll have to pick some up for next year."

Draco's response was quiet and a bit late. "I'd like that."

They finished their meal in silence and washed the dishes before going to the living room to put the extra decorations on. Draco noticed the Muggle lighting.

"How did you get them to work in here?"

"Hermione," Harry said. "She found a spell some of the Muggle-borns and half-bloods use. When a wizard or witch casts a spell, they release excess magic. With all the household charms we use, it's a lot of magic just hanging out. This spell uses that magic like electricity."

Draco nodded. "Amazing."

Harry smiled and pulled Draco to him. They stayed like that for a bit, holding each other by the fireplace and gazing at the tree.

"Thanks, Harry, for taking me in," Draco said.

Harry smiled and tightened his arms around Draco. "You’re welcome." He kissed Draco's neck.

Draco turned in Harry's arms and they started kissing. Draco pushed Harry onto his back, casting a cushioning charm, and slowly started unbuttoning Harry's shirt. He moved away from Harry's lips to kiss his chin, then his neck, and then down his chest. He stopped to bite a little at Harry's nipples, causing Harry to cry out.

He smirked at Harry's reaction and then continued to move down. He unbuttoned Harry's jeans and when he was level with the waistband, he looked up at Harry, silently asking for permission. Harry smiled and lifted his hips. Draco laughed a little, sounding delighted, and then tugged both jeans and underwear off and away.

He resumed his kissing, on Harry's hips and thighs and pelvic before he finally licked at the tip of Harry's erection.

Harry had had blowjobs before--Ginny was rather fond of them, surprisingly--but it had never been like this. Draco had built up to it, made Harry almost plead for it, and even after he had started on the blowjob itself, took his time.

After licking the tip, Draco licked the underside and down to the base before tracing the vein underneath back to the tip. He wrapped his lips around the tip and then slowly took more of Harry in his mouth. He would take another inch in, suck, and then move down. Harry clutched at his own hair, so he wouldn't force Draco.

He was so hard he hurt, yes, and he did want to come badly, but he liked this. It felt like they were doing more than something sexual; it felt like Draco was making love to him.

Draco put a hand over Harry's hips so the other boy wouldn't start jerking them, making him gag. He could control his gag reflex, but he wasn't so good with it that he would be able to control it if Harry started moving.

Draco's hand wrapped around the base, twisting it ever so slowly as he bobbed his head up and down, ever now and then stopping to suck either the tip or what he had taken in. When he saw that Harry's erection had turned purple from the blood, he removed his hand and slowly took the entire thing in.

Harry let out a harsh breath and Draco smiled. He bobbed his head a few times, slow, so Harry would feel Draco's throat clenching around it, and when he was ready, he went all the way down to the base. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed a final time and with a shout, Harry came. Draco happily swallowed every last drop.

Harry had closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Draco moved so he could lay next to Harry, putting his hand over Harry's heart.

"That...was..." Harry panted. He shook his head.

Draco smiled and kissed Harry. "You’re welcome, Harry."

"Mmm," Harry said. "Very good."

They sat, both of them content for the moment. Draco paid his erection no mind. He didn't expect Harry to reciprocate, given that the other boy probably had never had any experience with that sort of thing. He had learned how to ignore it, anyway, when he had been living under the same roof as Voldemort and his inner circle. If he had masturbated then, one of the other Death Eaters or even Voldemort would catch him and force him to continue as they watched or even whipped him.

He shook his head to clear it of those dark times and focused on watching Harry. The firelight danced off the sweat covering Harry's skin and he kissed the golden skin. Harry was amazing to him.

Suddenly, Draco found himself on his back with Harry hovering over him. "Harry, you don't have to--"

Harry silenced him with a slow kiss. "I want to. I won't promise that it'll be good as I've never done this before, but I'm going to try."

Draco smiled. "I'm waiting."

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "You better be quiet or I'll gag you."

"Mmm, kinky," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows. Harry raised an eyebrow and wandlessly called for his underwear. He stuffed it in Draco's mouth which only made him smile at Harry. He clasped his hands together and put them above his head, lifting his hips.

Harry unbuttoned Draco's shirt and pulled down the pants far enough that the erection was free. He pulled back and sighed at the sight that Draco made. "Beautiful," he mumbled as he worshiped Draco's body more than Draco had with Harry.

He covered every inch of that body that his lips could find and traced the ridges with his tongue. As he moved down, he took stock of the way the pale skin glistened with his saliva and Draco's sweat. It made him look like an ice scuplture, perfectly preserved just for Harry to enjoy.

He wrapped his hand around the base of the cock and tasted the precome dripping from the slit. He moaned at the taste and dipped his tongue in the slit to get more. Draco's hips lifted from the floor, his moan sounding amazing even as muffled as it was. Harry's other hand quickly pushed Draco's hip to the floor so Harry wouldn't choke.

He bobbed his head, exactly as Draco had done, and he tried sucking when he pulled back which, from the explosion of taste on his tongue, he was glad he had tried. After a few moments, he stopped bobbing and pulled his hand away to rubbed his tongue at the base and the balls below. They pulled up and crinkled at the sensation and he smiled, making a note to remember for future use.

Figuring he had tortured Draco long enough, he rewrapped the base in his hand and started the bobbing-sucking he had been doing before. It didn't take long for Draco to scream into Harry's underwear and for Harry to eagerly swallow Draco's spunk.

He rested his head on the hip only to be pulled up and kissed forcefully.

"No one...ever took so long..." was mumbled between kisses.

"You started it," Harry said.

Draco laughed and hugged Harry to him.