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The 12 Days of Christmas or a HarryDraco Fairytale
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
9,953
Reviews:
84
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All of the Harry Potter Universe belong to J.K. Rowling and her known associates.
The second day...
On the second day...
So far, it was going swimingly. Just as Harry had predicted, it was going to take a while for Malfoy to recuperate from his brief stay in Azkaban. It did leave Harry wondering what demons Malfoy did have. He wasn't vindictive about it; he had grown up some and didn't want to know for revenge's sake. He was just curious.
Malfoy had not come out of his room, but since he didn't have his wand, Harry had heard the screams of anguish that came with nightmares. Harry hadn't been bothered as he hardly slept since the war, but it still had torn at him, knowing that he could do nothing. They were not friends in the least so there was no way he could go and comfort Malfoy. Nevetheless, Harry wished he could offer some kind of comfort.
Maybe Harry did have a hero complex.
The morning after Harry had been given custody of Malfoy, he was making breakfast and heard the sounds of shuffling feet. Harry turned from the stove and saw Malfoy, hovering in the doorway. He looked so...heartbroken and lost and unsure that Harry almost--almost--went over to him and hugged him.
If only he had been sure of Malfoy's reaction. If he only knew that the action wouldn't cause Malfoy to push him away or make Malfoy run out of the kitchen and back into his room.
Great. Now Harry was treating Malfoy like he was a skittish animal and not a free human being. A voice inside Harry's head suggested he try and use the other wizard's name, Draco, so as to give Draco more respect. Harry mentally shrugged his shoulders and decided to give it a try.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, instead of forcing conversation and acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, Harry returned to making breakfast. He focused, casually, on the tasks of mixing eggs, flipping pancakes and turning bacon. He hoped his casual attitude would not scare Draco away, back to his bedroom.
It eventually worked. He heard more shuffling behind him and then the scrape of a chair on the floor.
Harry then slowly turned and set plates down on the table. He gathered the butter, juice and tea from the counter and sat. When he started to eat, it was with the attitude that he wasn't sitting opposite his school enemy and the one person who had every reason still to hate him.
He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as Draco began to eat and then, finding it satisfactory, ate faster. When Harry turned to Accio the jelly for his toast, he heard Draco leave. Quickly. Harry turned, confused, to find the food on Draco's plate had been eaten entirely and there were no crumbs.
Oh, well. At least he ate, Harry thought silently.
It continued throughout the day and Harry began to wonder if Draco had cast a spell to know when Harry was cooking. He also wondered if Draco knew how to cook at all. The nagging voice in his head told him that it was more likely that Draco was unsure of what the Muggle appliances were.
After lunch, Harry was in the living room, watching the lights on the tree flash and he wondered if it was a good idea to show Draco around the house, show him how to use the Muggle appliances. Or to show Draco what projects Harry was working on, so Draco would have something to do.
Then, another voice, one that sounded oddly like Ron, said that Draco was unlikely to do anything. He had grown up in a manor house, after all, with house-elves. Draco wouldn't like doing anything for himself. He would just shove Harry's ideas back at him.
In the end, Harry decided that he would wait a few days. See how well Draco was recovering. After that, Harry would slowly show Draco what he could do around the house and how the Muggle appliances worked so he could help himself instead of being dependent on Harry.
Now that, was the first real plan Harry had heard in a couple of days.
So far, it was going swimingly. Just as Harry had predicted, it was going to take a while for Malfoy to recuperate from his brief stay in Azkaban. It did leave Harry wondering what demons Malfoy did have. He wasn't vindictive about it; he had grown up some and didn't want to know for revenge's sake. He was just curious.
Malfoy had not come out of his room, but since he didn't have his wand, Harry had heard the screams of anguish that came with nightmares. Harry hadn't been bothered as he hardly slept since the war, but it still had torn at him, knowing that he could do nothing. They were not friends in the least so there was no way he could go and comfort Malfoy. Nevetheless, Harry wished he could offer some kind of comfort.
Maybe Harry did have a hero complex.
The morning after Harry had been given custody of Malfoy, he was making breakfast and heard the sounds of shuffling feet. Harry turned from the stove and saw Malfoy, hovering in the doorway. He looked so...heartbroken and lost and unsure that Harry almost--almost--went over to him and hugged him.
If only he had been sure of Malfoy's reaction. If he only knew that the action wouldn't cause Malfoy to push him away or make Malfoy run out of the kitchen and back into his room.
Great. Now Harry was treating Malfoy like he was a skittish animal and not a free human being. A voice inside Harry's head suggested he try and use the other wizard's name, Draco, so as to give Draco more respect. Harry mentally shrugged his shoulders and decided to give it a try.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, instead of forcing conversation and acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, Harry returned to making breakfast. He focused, casually, on the tasks of mixing eggs, flipping pancakes and turning bacon. He hoped his casual attitude would not scare Draco away, back to his bedroom.
It eventually worked. He heard more shuffling behind him and then the scrape of a chair on the floor.
Harry then slowly turned and set plates down on the table. He gathered the butter, juice and tea from the counter and sat. When he started to eat, it was with the attitude that he wasn't sitting opposite his school enemy and the one person who had every reason still to hate him.
He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as Draco began to eat and then, finding it satisfactory, ate faster. When Harry turned to Accio the jelly for his toast, he heard Draco leave. Quickly. Harry turned, confused, to find the food on Draco's plate had been eaten entirely and there were no crumbs.
Oh, well. At least he ate, Harry thought silently.
It continued throughout the day and Harry began to wonder if Draco had cast a spell to know when Harry was cooking. He also wondered if Draco knew how to cook at all. The nagging voice in his head told him that it was more likely that Draco was unsure of what the Muggle appliances were.
After lunch, Harry was in the living room, watching the lights on the tree flash and he wondered if it was a good idea to show Draco around the house, show him how to use the Muggle appliances. Or to show Draco what projects Harry was working on, so Draco would have something to do.
Then, another voice, one that sounded oddly like Ron, said that Draco was unlikely to do anything. He had grown up in a manor house, after all, with house-elves. Draco wouldn't like doing anything for himself. He would just shove Harry's ideas back at him.
In the end, Harry decided that he would wait a few days. See how well Draco was recovering. After that, Harry would slowly show Draco what he could do around the house and how the Muggle appliances worked so he could help himself instead of being dependent on Harry.
Now that, was the first real plan Harry had heard in a couple of days.