Happy Christmas!

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Happy Christmas!



Chapter 2: It ends.



Harry Potter woke up the next morning and was sore all over. He remembered when Draco would give him a massage, and rub all his aches away. How he missed his blond dragon to the depths of his very soul. Finally, he rolled over, dug around in his bedside table, and retrieved a pain potion. He quickly downed the vile tasting concoction, and immediately felt the effects. He lay back on his back for a few minutes, and fought off going back to sleep. He knew he had to get up, he had a lot of work cut out for him today, but it would all be worth it. Finally, he got out of bed, showered, and headed to breakfast.



"Winky"! Harry shouted, and the small house elf popped into view. "Can you make yourself, Kreecher and I some breakfast this morning"?



"Yes Master Harry, Winky can be doing that now". Winky said as she fished around in her apron pockets, and handed Harry the mornings Daily Prophet.



"Thank you Winky, I wouldn't know what to do without you". Harry said, as he watched the little elf blush, and quickly turn to her chores. She had made the best elf, once she had laid down the butterbeer she was becoming addicted to.



As Harry watched Winky work, he thought back to Dobby who gave his life for him, and his so-called friends. He would have his body exhumed and moved to wherever he was going to move to. He would not let the little hero stay in a country where he was not appreciated. Hell, Dobby and Winky were to be wed, as house elves wed, and have little ones. He would not take her away from him.



Finally, Harry started on his morning coffee, and opened the Prophet. There, on the front cover was a picture of Kingsley Shacklebolt. The title read, "The Ministry of Magic lay in ruins". Harry then began to read the article.





"The Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, said this morning that there was a huge explosion at the Ministry of Magic last night, sometime after midnight. He stated that the guards that were placed inside the empty ministry had been removed before the vandalism took place. He said they are now assessing the damage, and will let everyone know soon when the ministry will reopen.



"He also stated that the group who attacked the ministry must have at least numbered twenty, if not more. The minister said that it was because of the financial situation, and that one person was the cause of it. He however would not state who this one person was, but we at the Daily Prophet think he was speaking of none other than our Mr. Harry Potter. Mr. Potter could not be reached for comment".



As Harry read the last line, he let out a bark of laughter. "Twenty! Hell, try one! What a bunch of tossers, and to say that it was only vandalized; it was completely destroyed!



Harry finished his breakfast, set Winky and Kreecher about their chores, and went to his desk to create more havoc. He brought up his computer, and quickly started to type a letter. "Try tracing this where it has no magical signature, you bunch of arsewipe's"!



Harry quickly finished the letter, and printed a copy to go to each wizarding media source, as well as one to Kingsley. He then called Kreecher to have him take them to the owl post.



"Kreecher, I want you to take these to the owl post. Don't use just one post, but go to several different ones so they don't see you sending them all at once. Only send out two owls from each place until you have them all sent, and then come back. You'll have done your job for today, and then I want you to relax and rest". Harry told the old elf as he handed him the muggle envelopes using gloved hands.



Kreecher accepted the envelopes, and gave a smart bow. "As Master Harry wishes, Kreecher is being glad to help"! Then, Kreecher popped away to deliver the letters.



Harry then stood and made his way to the floo. He knew the ministry couldn't be watching it now, there were'nt one. He took a pinch of floo powder and threw it into the flames. "Banque Transatlantique, Wizarding"!



"Yes sir, how may we help you"? A young witch said with her head in the green flames. She looked up at Harry's face, noticed his scar, and her eyes turned huge as saucers.



"My name is Mr. Harry Potter, and I need to speak to my manager. I am in need of your services for noon today". Harry stated, and was then transferred to his new account manager.



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At 12:00 noon sharp, the same large black limousine pulled up in the street outside the Leaky Cauldron. However, that was not all, as five large black Hummer’s accompanied it. The first Hummers doors opened, and out stepped four security wizards dressed in black muggle suits. Each wore black Ray-Ban sunglasses upon their face, and they did not crack a grin. One of the four walked over and opened the door on the limo to allow Harry to exit onto the sidewalk. At Harry's exit, the other security wizards left the remaining Hummer's. There were twenty men in all, not counting Harry, and they all were dressed the same. All but the three at the door of the Leaky Cauldron enclosed themselves around Harry; as if creating an impenetrable fortress around him.



When the door of the Leaky Cauldron opened, what few customers were there turned to look at who was entering. What they saw made their jaws drop, and their nerves shudder. Four of the large security guards stepped inside, brought out something from each of their jacket pockets, and enlarged them. They were staffs, not wands like most wizards carried. When the customers saw these, they fell silent.



More and more filed inside until all twenty had crossed the threshold, encasing Harry in their center. Each had brandished their staff, and some were holding wands in their other hand. The customers finally noticed Harry in their center, and they quickly bowed their heads.



Harry walked up to the bar where Tom stood with his jaw agape. "Tom, I'm going to leave three of my men here to guard the door, and our transportation outside, if that would be ok with you"? At Toms dumb nod, Harry reached inside his dress robes, pulled out a silk money pouch, and threw it onto the bar in front of Tom. "Tom, that's two hundred galleons for any service we might disrupt here while we conduct our business in Diagon Alley today".



Tom nodded again, took the pouch, and finally got the nerve to speak. "Harry, why did you do it? I mean, my rooms are packed with people who lost their homes to the bank this morning. All the other businesses that had rooms to let, have been filled over this too. People are even rooming in Knockturn Alley over it because they have nowhere else to go. Why Harry"?



"Simple Tom. They took from me the one thing I cherished above all others, my mate. I'm leaving this world for good after today. They wont have Dumbledore or me to fight their battles anymore. The people Tom brought this on themselves, not me. They should have thought of this before they harassed and spat upon Draco like they did. The media is the worst, especially the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly. They wanted to print lie after lie, and cause the public to scorn us, so the people can continue to support those two rags all they want. Also, let's not forget our dear Ginerva Weasley who broke her neck to run to the Profit with a pack of lies, which everyone seemed to believe. She and those rags stirred it all up, but the hate, bigotry, and prejudice was all still here. The very things I fought Voldemort for, and won mind you, to stop. I will not live around a bunch of prejudiced bigots any longer". Harry stated loud enough for everyone to hear, turned around, and walked to the back door of the pub. As Harry started out the door, he looked back over his shoulder to see several run to the fireplace, just like he knew they would. Harry smirked, turned, and continued on through the door.



It was sight to behold, as the black-suited guards escorted Harry down a destitute looking Diagon Alley. When they made their way in front of the Daily Prophet, Harry turned to look at the head guard beside him. "I want you all to watch for anyone coming from this building to try and follow us. I don't care what you do, but make it a point that they're not welcome around me. Is that understood"? Harry grimly stated. At the guards nod, they continued on to Gringotts.



When the group made it to the steps at Gringotts, the two huge bronze doors were still shut. The "closed until further notice" sign still on the door. Harry aimed the elder wand at the sign and disintegrated it. "I still own this fuckin' bank, and I say it's open for today". Harry said, and proceeded to use the elder wand to forcefully open the two doors.



The group made their way inside the bank and saw the goblins were running everywhere with what money, and other items, they had collected to pay the debts. When the goblins saw the group enter, after the doors almost came off their hinges, they froze. One however, was brave enough to come forward. "You can not come in today, the bank is closed by order of the head goblin"!



Harry strolled forward then, and looked down at the goblin with a sneer on his face. "Oh really, well I say not, as I still own this pitiful place"! Harry bit out.



The goblin looked up at Harry, saw his scar, and gave a low bow, which they would never normally do. "I am sorry Mr. Potter, I did not know it was you. I will fetch Mr. Griphook at once. He is speaking with a ministry financial adviser now".



"Yes, you go get him, and tell whoever it is from the ministry that they are not welcome in this bank. If they refuse to leave, remove them"! Harry said with an almost growl. Harry then turned to look at the head guard again standing beside him. "If the ministry official tries to stall, throw him out on his arse". When the guard gave a solemn nod, Harry turned back to watch for Griphook to appear.



It only took two minutes, and Harry saw Griphook practically running to keep up with the ministry official who was walking toward them. "Mr. Potter, we were not expecting you today". Griphook stated. "This is Tobias Umbridge, he is the Ministry of Magic's financial adviser". Griphook finished as Tobias held out his hand for Harry to shake.



Harry looked at the hand, sneered, and did not shake it. He then looked back up at the man who dropped his hand now back to his side. "Umbridge eh, you wouldn't be any kin to Delores Umbridge would you"? Harry asked with a sickly sweet tone.



"Well yes I would, she is my mother Mr. Potter. I am here today on official Ministry business. I'm afraid I can not leave". Tobias stated as if he owned the bank.



Harry gave a glance at the head guard, and it was all he needed to do. Before Tobias could open his mouth again, he found himself pinned to the floor of the bank, and his wand taken. The next thing that happened was practically comical as he was hoisted in the air by his collar and belt loop, taken to the large bronze doors, and physically thrown to the street, where he landed in a huge mud hole, and began cursing expletives right and left. As he finally stood, he shouted back inside the bank before the large doors closed. "You can't do this Potter, the minister will hear about this at once"! He could have sworn he heard Harry say, "Fuck you", but he wasn't sure, before he turned and left for the Leaky Cauldron, now licking his wounds.



"Now Mr. Griphook, we have business to discuss I think". Harry stated.



Griphook looked over to the entrance doors, adjusted his collar, and grimaced. For a goblin, this is an ugly sight, and Harry shuddered internally. "Yes Mr. Potter, this way if you will". Griphook mumbled out, and headed to his office with the group in tow. Four of the guards however stayed back to guard the entrance.



Once inside Griphook's office, Harry took a chair at the large table in front of Griphook’s desk. He then looked at the Goblin once he crawled up into his chair, and continued. "Now Mr. Griphook, I want to know how much you have collected for my payment"?



"Well, Mr. Potter, you see, hardly anyone had the money to pay the loans back. The bank is now stuck with numerous houses, still furnished mind you. They will all be auctioned off to the highest bidder, furnishings and all.



"We collected what money we could, along with some rather rare jewels and artifacts to be auctioned off. We are just now sorting these, but we need our curse breakers to make a huge number safe. Some of our curse breakers did not show up for work, as their families were directly affected by this. It will take some time, Mr. Potter, to sort it all out. It just can't be all taken care of today". Griphook finished, with a sour look on his face.



"Has my barrister, Mr. Brikkens made it yet"? Harry asked the head guard who was seated beside him.



The guard took out a muggle radio, spoke a few words into it, and turned back to Harry with his report. "Yes Mr. Potter, he has just arrived. Our escort retrieved him from his office just moments ago. They are bringing him here as we speak".



Just as the guard finished, the door opened, and Brikkens was led inside and seated across from Harry. "Good afternoon Mr. Potter, you look spry this day"! Brikkens said as he reached across the table to shake Harry's hand.



Harry smirked at his barrister. "Ah, late as usually my dear friend. If you don't watch out, you will be late to your own funeral"! Harry finished with a laugh.



"Yes, I very well could be. Now, what did I miss so far Mr. Potter"? Brikkens jovially enquired.



"Nothing much. Mr. Griphook said we now own a huge number of properties, still furnished mind you, along with a bunch of jewels, and rare artifacts. I think that was all, wasn't it Mr. Griphook"?



"Yes Mr. Potter, that was all". Griphook stated with a now sick look at the sight of Mr. Brikkens.



"Can I have a private word with my client Mr. Griphook, it will only take a few moments"? Brikkens asked, and at the Goblins nod, he stood, and led Harry to a far corner of the large office. He quickly waved his wand and cast an Imperturbable charm around them. He still leaned into Harry though, and whispered everything. The longer it took, the more Griphook squirmed in his seat. The more he squirmed, the more nervous he got. Finally, the two came back, and seated themselves at the table.



"First of all Mr. Griphook, after our discussion, Mr. Potter wishes I take care of the rest of today’s business in his steed". Brikkens said, and Griphook started to turn green.



"Right, now our first order of business will be the newly obtained properties. These properties will not be sold at auction, but will be held for now by the bank, that is until the values increase. Then, we can agree to sell them". Brikkens stated.



"We can not do that! The money has to be collected to pay off Mr. Potter’s stock certificates. Without it, he can not be paid"! Griphook bit out, almost madly.



"Ah, but you fail to see, Mr. Potter still controls this bank, as he still owns the majority of the shares in it. I also have a signed letter here from Lucius Malfoy, stating that his wish is the same". Brikkens said as he handed the goblin the letter.



Griphook adjusted his collar again, grabbed his glass of water, quickly drank it, and then wiped the sweat off his bald head. "Yes, yes, I see. So, Mr. Potter does not wish to sell off his shares at the moment I take it"?



"No, he gladly, still, wants to run this bank. These properties will be boarded up and warded against trespassers. Mr. Potter wishes to hold them for the unforeseeable future, and so does Mr. Malfoy.



"Now, about the jewels and the artifacts you spoke of. Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, wish to hold onto these also, until such time that their value has sufficiently increased so that the interest that the two owners is owed from this slight trouble is paid in full". Brikkens stated as he folded his hands in front of him on the table.



"Interest? What interest"? Griphook shouted.



"Well you see Mr. Griphook, since Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, now own the jewels and artifacts now mentioned, they will be held, along with any money just collected, to loan against. There is a new interest rate set that the two families have initiated here at the bank, and that would be set now at a fluctuating 30% per anum. Plus, there is the losses that both have taken that must be recuperated because of the disruption of their business. That was caused by the bank not being sufficiently shored up, and the ministry's huge debts. In essence, the bank, and the ministry, owes Mr. Potter, and the Malfoy Family, a huge amount of debt. They must recuperate all of this first, before the bank. Both families will be collecting interest on any moneys owed them at the same rate, if it cannot be paid off today. If not, and the bank or ministry wish to fight this, we can bring suit, and take this before the Wizengamot. Both Malfoy Enterprises, and Black Inc., will more than gladly file suit if need be".



"That's just preposterous! They own the bank! Plus, 30% interest, that's just outrageous, it was only set at 10% just yesterday"! Griphook now shouted.



"Mr. Potter did not have anything to do with the bank collapsing Mr. Griphook, and neither did the Malfoy's. The bank caused their own collapse by not running it correctly, and for loaning the Ministry of Magic what they did, along with the other deadbeat debtors. The bank caused a sag in the two families companies by doing this, and they demand repayment for the losses your bank caused. Since they both own this bank, by owning all the available stock, as it is as a corporation, which said stock isn't hardly worth the parchment it's written on now, they can, and will require it, legally". Brikkens stated calmly, never once showing the slightest loss of control. After he was finished with his explanation, he gave that same great white shark smile again to the goblin.



"But, but, the ministry agent that was just here, Mr. Umbridge, said that the ministry would take over the bank, and buy the stock up from Mr. Potter"! Griphook grit out.



There it was, Harry knew a rat was in the works. When he looked at Griphook, the goblin knew he had said something he shouldn’t have. Finally, Harry spoke up. "My stock is not for sell at this time. I can't speak for the Malfoy's, but I highly doubt theirs is either".



"It is not Mr. Potter, Lucius told me this morning via the floo". Brikkens stated as he grinned at the deathly sick looking goblin. "Lucius also took it upon himself to write the crown, the muggle prime minister, and the parliament leaders to let them in on what actually transpired here in the wizarding community". Brikkens continued as Griphook looked on the verge of passing out. "All I can tell you, Mr. Griphook, is that if the public does not like our interest rates, they can seek another bank".



"There is no other wizarding bank in Britain, and you know this well Mr. Brikkens. This bank is their only option". Griphook mumbled as if he were about to sick up.



"Au contraire, Mr. Griphook, it is not. There is another bank that we have made available, from the mainland of course, that is willing to make loans here to the public. They will be opening an office in Diagon Alley tomorrow. It is the wizarding branch of Banque Transatlantique. They can give loans at a variable interest rate of 45% starting two days after Christmas". Brikkens stated, and failing to say that Harry and the Malfoy's now owned a controlling interest in it too.



"The French, here in wizarding Britain? I don't believe it". Griphook said under his breath.



"Oh, I assure you, Mr. Griphook, I am stating fact. You see, Mr. Potter felt that it was unfair for the public here to have to depend on one bank. All I can say is, that this bank will have to make some drastic changes, if they plan to stay afloat". Brikkens said as he watched the goblin squirm in misery. "Now, you mentioned those jewels and artifacts that were cursed. Mr. Potter just so happened to bring along three of the most talented curse breakers this world has ever seen today, and they are now, as we speak, working through the lot you collected. That lot, which I dare say, is hardly enough to even make a down payment on what is owed at this time, according to the assessors he also brought with him. Since both families are businessmen, they will only accept wholesale value on the said items of course". Brikkens finished his spill, and gave another toothy grin to the goblin.



"The ministry can't pay you then. You'll have to accept the other half of the properties they now hold as payment". Griphook stated as if that would hurt Harry.



"That's quite all right Mr. Griphook, we were expecting it. They will be treated like the other properties mentioned earlier today. They will not be auctioned off, merely held until such time the two stockholders see fit to sell them. We expect them to be vacated by no later than this evening. If they are not, they will be evicted. If we have to, we will use muggle law enforcement to do so. We will not tolerate any squatters, no we will not, we can't have that at all.



"The jewels and artifacts will be transported to several Swiss banks this evening to be held as capital for the bank. They will be released for sell when the stock holders see fit". Brikkens said as he watched the final blow drop on the head goblin.



"But, they are family heirlooms, things the public wanted a chance to purchase back. I personally made them a promise that we would do it"! Griphook all but shouted as he shook in his seat.



"Now Mr. Griphook, you know you have no say over what the stockholders of this bank want. They own it after all, and you're merely an employee here. As far as my client is concerned, he does not care what they are, just what they are worth. You sir, should not have made any promises you can not, in fact, keep! It will be up to you to explain your faux pas to the customers, now will it not"? Brikkens asked.



"Yes Mr. Brikkens, I see that it will". Griphook sneered, in a way a goblin only can. "One last question, what about the donations to Hogwarts, to the needy, and to St. Mungo’s? The hospital depends on those to survive, and the poor depend on them to go to school, and to live".



"What donations, there is none"? Harry stated as he rose from his seat. "The other security detail should be here by now to escort the jewels and artifacts to the Swiss banks. Mr. Brikkens, if you will be kind enough to oversee their departure, it would be most appreciated. Everything must be kept above board after all. Now, I must take my leave, as I still have some packing to finish before I leave this decrepit place". Harry finished with a sneer that Severus Snape would have been proud of, if he had not given his life to the lost cause that was the British wizarding public.



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Harry and his security group practically marched through Diagon Alley, where a few citizens had now came to see what was happening again. The Daily Prophet's windows had been spelled black during their time in the bank, and the building warded so no one could exit it. Harry grinned, a great toothy grin, at everyone who looked on, whether they sneered at him, or looked frightened. He never let it bother him though, and they ended their march back at the Leaky Cauldron. Inside, the security guards parted the small crowd as if they were vermin, and allowed Harry to pass unrestrained. Harry could have sworn he saw Ron, Hermione, and Ginny standing in the back of the crowd. They made it to the front entrance, finally exiting the old pub, and Harry climbed back into the large black limo, as a guard shut his door. Harry turned around, giving one final look at the entrance to Diagon Alley, turned back to his driver, and told him to take him home.



After being dropped off at his soon-to-be last British home, Harry made his way inside his flat. As soon as he was inside, he looked around at the vacant rooms. 'The security company must have already been here', Harry thought.



"Winky! Kreecher"! Harry shouted, as both house elves popped into view, each giving Harry a curt bow. "Has the security detail already been here with the wizarding movers"?



"Yes master Harry sir, Kreecher watched over it all, and made sure everything was packed. Everything is gone except what master has left in his safe sir". Kreecher explained in his bullfrog voice.



"Good, I want you two to gather some friends, and go to Dobby's grave. I want him moved and reburied behind the Potter villa, just on the edge of the lawn overlooking the sea. Can you do this for me"? Harry asked.



"Yes master Harry, Kreecher can be doing this. Winky might not want to go master Harry, she was Dobby's elf". Kreecher croaked as he quickly looked at Winky.



"I'm sorry Winky, it's ok, I want him there with us, with you". Harry said as he hugged the little elf as she looked on the verge of tears. "Winky, instead, if you would, I want you to go onto the boat and get it ready. Will that be all right with you"? Harry asked as he patted the little elf on the back.



"Yes master Harry, I can be doing that, Winky will have it ship shape in no time". Winky said with a sniff and huge grin.



"Ok, you two wait here, I'll be right back. We'll floo to the villa, while Kreecher takes care of, er, other things. Kreecher can meet us there later on with his friends. Once there Kreecher, make sure they are all fed well, and rested before they return to Hogwarts". Harry said as he walked into the room that used to be his office. He went to the closet and pulled up a trap door in the floor. There, he opened the hidden safe, withdrew a large silver security case, shrunk it down, and placed it in his pocket. He then stood and started back into the vacant sitting room where the two house elves awaited his return. 'I couldn't forget the petty cash; I just had it converted to euros. I would say 5 million should make a grand start'. Harry thought as he entered the room.



"Ok, Kreecher, take off and do what you need to do, I'll see you at the villa". Harry said as he looked down at the wizened old elf.



"Yes master Harry sir, Kreecher will be seeing you when you get back". Kreecher said, then popped out of sight.



Harry walked over to the fireplace and looked down at Winky who had followed him. "Now Winky, I want you to hold onto my leg really tight, and don't let loose until we get there ok? I don't want to lose you between here and there". Harry said as Winky latched her little body around Harry's leg.



Harry picked up a pinch of floo powder and threw it into the hearth. "Sète France, the Potter villa"! Harry said, then hobbled into the green flame with Winky holding on for dear life.



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Draco Malfoy set looking forlorn in the Malfoy's villa. He was so sad for leaving Harry, but they had hurt him so much. 'Why had Harry not offered to come here with me? Why'? Draco thought to himself as he let out a very undignified sniff.



Lucius Malfoy, sitting by his wife, saw this, and then turned to look at the clock on the mantle. "Draco, son, why don't you go out back onto the deck and have a look out over the Mediterranean, it may do you a world of good".



Draco nodded at his father and got up from his chair. He looked so beaten when he stood, but he still walked over to kiss his mother on the cheek. "I think I will, maybe the fresh air might do me some good".



Draco walked outside carrying his glass of wine in hand, and looked out over the sea before him. The first thing he noticed was a large new yacht anchored just offshore, directly behind the Malfoy villa. The stern was aimed directly at him, and he squinted to read the name of the boat. It was a beautiful yacht, all white with a blond wood deck. He could see someone lounging on the deck in the afternoon sun, but their back was too him also. He picked up a small telescope, and pointed it at the yacht to read the name on the stern. "The Blond Dragon", what a name, Draco mumbled. He could fall in love with the boat itself, just over the name. He then raised the telescope to see who it was lounging on the rear deck. All he could see was a head full of black hair, and really messy hair at that. He dropped the telescope at the sight, and began to tremble.



"It couldn't be, it just couldn’t"! Draco mumbled out. He turned; ready to quickly run back inside to tell his parents about it. When he started to step forward, he was faced with both his parents grinning at him.



"Mum, dad, do you know anything about this"? Draco shakily asked.



"Draco dear, are you not going to invite our new neighbor up to the villa for a spot of tea"? Narcissa said as she looked at her newly cheered up son.



Draco's mouth worked several times before one sound would come forth. Finally, he got his voice box to work. "Yes mother, right away". Draco then started nervously fishing through every pocket of his robes for his wand before finally finding it. With a quick turn on his heel, and a overly-loud crack, he disapparated to the stern of the yacht.



"You think he finally figured it out"? Lucius asked as he saw his son suddenly appear on the yacht.



"Yes dear, I think he just might have. Come on, we have some time alone". Narcissa said, as she grabbed her husband's hand, and led him back inside.



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As soon as Draco apparated, he turned around until he could look at the person who was sun bathing. The same one that he had spied upon just a few minutes before. Laying back on a white lounge was a man with messy black hair, wearing a pair of white swim trunks, and sporting a pair of black Ray-Ban shades. Draco looked up at his hairline and saw the famous lightning bolt scar. Draco couldn't believe his eyes at first, so he just stared, for several minutes at that, or it seemed.



Harry Potter didn't say anything at all; he just reached to the small table beside him, and took his tropical drink that Winky had so gladly made. He took a sip and placed it back on the table. Next, he flipped up the shades on the glasses, revealing the two emerald green eyes that held nothing but love for the blond wizard standing before him.



Draco was then broken out of his silence. "If you think.... If you think you can just waltz back into... Oh Hell"! Draco all but shouted, then threw himself on top of Harry, and began to snog the daylights out of the young wizard. "I never thought I would ever see you again". Draco sobbed out.



Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Draco, and brought the wizards blond head into the crook of his neck. He then began to rub Draco's back as he whispered into his ear.



"Shhh my dragon, I'm here now. It was all my fault, not yours, and never think that it was. I should have left the day you did. I was so broken the day you left, and the day after. I have never felt that alone before, nor that hurt over something I could have prevented. I'm so sorry Draco, to the bottom of my heart. I can be so stubborn sometimes, it's borders on pathetic. I just hope you'll still have me". Harry whispered.



Draco kissed Harry again, then holding his head up, he looked into those emerald eyes he so missed over the last several days. "What has been going on Harry, tell me. I've missed you so much. I haven't even been out of the villa since I came here. Hell, today was the first time I left my room to be with my parents".



"This will take some time Draco, but I'll tell you everything". Harry said, and then waved his hand as the lounge chair expanded in size to fit two. He eased Draco off him, and gave him another kiss.



"Winky"! Harry exclaimed, and Winky popped onto the deck beside Draco.



"Oh master Draco, it's so good to be seeing you again, Winky just does not know what to say"! The little elf said as she gave Draco a big hug while he tried to keep her from doing it as he spit and spluttered about.



"Winky, can you bring us some more of these fine drinks? I'm sure my dragon would like to have something to wet is whistle". Harry said.



"Yes, at once master Harry"! Winky said, and popped out. Just a few moments later, she popped back with the drinks, and then left them be to get on with their talk.



"Now, where was I"? Harry said. He then began to fill Draco in on everything that had happened since he last saw him. He told him how Lucius and he had brought wizarding Britain down to its knees. He never held back anything, and after he was finished, he studied Draco for his reaction. After what seemed like several minutes, Draco's stoic mask dropped, and he gave Harry a huge grin.



"You didn't"! Draco said, and at Harry's solemn nod, he continued. "Well, you did tell me the sorting hat wanted to put you in Slytherin. However, I highly doubt Salazar himself could have pulled off the coup de grace you did. I'm proud of you Harry, I really am, but when I get my hands on my father for not telling me"...



"Don't blame him my dragon. I told my barrister to tell your father not to, as I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry that it took a little longer than it should've. Now, finish your drink, as I have a yacht that I specifically bought for you, and I would enjoy giving you the grand tour, especially the overly-large, and grandly decorated stateroom". Harry finished with a wiggle to his eyebrows.



Draco made quick work of his drink, stripped off his robes down to his boxers, and followed Harry on the tour. It was beautiful inside, as it was a two-story yacht, not counting the lower level that held the engine room, and crews quarters. Inside held all mahogany paneled walls with shiny brass trim everywhere. All the furniture was a solid oak, with a dark green leather upholstery. When they entered the stateroom, Draco was in awe. The bed was as large as two king size beds, and was adorned with black silk sheets. There was an en suite bath with a jacuzzi, and the private deck outside held a hot tub.



Draco had had enough of the tour, so he grabbed Harry by his shoulders and proceeded to snog him for all he was worth. He pushed him back slowly, until Harry was on the bed, spread out wantingly before him. He quickly stepped out of his boxers, and his aching erection sprang forth. At this, Harry let out a guttural moan. Draco then leaned over, and stripped Harry of his white trunks, and threw them to the floor.



Next, Draco climbed upon the silk bedding, and stalked toward Harry like a dragon stalking its prey. His gray eyes gleamed with lust as he lowered himself over his one true love. He kissed Harry slowly, and began running his hands over Harry's sleek body. Finally, Draco broke the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes. "Promise me Harry that you will never leave me, and that you will always be with me".



"I will Draco, I promise you upon my magic that I will never be parted from you again". Harry calmly stated, and the magic from Harry whipped the air around in the room as his wizards vow took affect.



Draco then leant forward and starting nipping at Harry's jaw, onto his throat, and down his chest. When he reached Harry's nipples, he nursed them with his mouth and tongue until they were stiff and erect. He then gently blew a soft breath across each, forcing a moan from Harry. Harry arched under him, and Draco continued his march south.



At Harry's navel, Draco tongued it for several minutes until Harry was writhing on the bed. He then began to lick a path down the black trail of fur that led to his prize. When Draco reached Harry's aching cock, he licked a trail up the vein of the swollen member. Harry almost cum at this, and Draco knew it.



Draco pulled his head back, looking up into those emerald eyes, and immediately dropped his head back down, taking the tip of Harry's cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head as a pearly drop of cum came to the surface. Draco gladly sucked it free, and took the rest of Harry's cock into his hot cavern.



Harry couldn't hold back as he hunched his hips upwards, only to have Draco hold him down. "Oh God Draco, I've so missed you"! Harry gasped.



Draco grinned around Harry's length, and took the complete length down his throat, then began to bob his head up and down. He then summoned his wand, aimed it at Harry's entrance, and cast a lubrication charm. Draco dropped the wand, and began sucking the huge cock in his mouth with all his worth.



As Draco sucked, he inserted the index finger of his right hand into Harry's entrance. This produced a whimper from Harry, and Draco knew Harry was getting close. He worked Harry, and graduated from one finger to finally three, making him ready for his aching cock.



Draco gently released Harry's cock from his mouth, gave it one final kiss, and set up on his haunches on the bed. He lifted Harry's legs up over his shoulders, and then leant forward, placing his body over his lovely mate.



Draco stared down into Harry's emerald pools, then kissed Harry, intertwining their tongues in a bout of play. As Draco did this, he slowly entered Harry, slowly pushing his full length into his mate.



When Draco saw that Harry had settled, then gave him a nod to continue, Draco drew out, and slid his fully hard cock back into the tight, wet heat. At this, the age-old rhythm began; as Draco began making love to the only person he would ever feel this way for.



As Harry's moans and gasps became closer, Draco became faster with his pace. He had angled his body so that the head of his cock would drive into Harry's prostate on every push.



Draco reached in between them, and wrapped his slicked fingers around Harry's hard length, where he began to stroke him in rhythm with his increasing thrusts. He kept up this pace as sweat was glistening off both of them.



"Oh God Draco, I'm gonna..." Harry shouted, and he came, his tight entrance gripping down on Draco’s firm cock. Within two more thrusts, Draco also came, shouting Harry's name, and fell forward onto Harry's body.



Both lay there for a long time trying to catch their breath. Finally, Draco carefully withdrew his shrinking member from Harry, and rolled over off of his mate. He then pulled Harry over to him, allowing Harry to put his head on his chest.



"Thank you my blond dragon, for everything. Thank you for taking me back. I will never, ever allow you from my side for the rest of my life". Harry whispered, and kissed Draco on his chest. As Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, Harry dozed off into the best sleep he had had in days.



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When Harry Potter woke up the next morning, he noticed he had a weight draped over his chest, and a leg intertwined with his own. He couldn't help it, he placed a big goofy grin on his face as he remembered the outstanding sex they had just had. When Harry found his glasses, he had expected to see the stateroom they had fallen asleep in, but he was wrong. He was in a room inside a house. He looked at a clock on the bedside table, and saw it was 8:30 AM in the morning. At this, he gently shook Draco's shoulder. "Wake up my sleeping dragon, wake up".



Draco finally stirred, and looked up to see Harry wide awake. He gave a huge grin, and leant forward, kissing his Harry, morning breath or not. "Good morning my lion, did you sleep well"?



"Yes I did Dray, but where are we"? Harry asked, as he had no idea where they were.



"Oh, we let you sleep on last night. Mum and dad came aboard, and dad brought the yacht back into the dock. We then levitated you here, still asleep, where I tucked you in and joined you. We're at mum and dad's villa, in my room". Draco explained.



"Oh, OH! They didn't see anything did they"? Harry asked, suddenly nervous.



"No silly, Winky came to tell me we had visitors. I got up and greeted them, and allowed you to sleep. You looked like you could surely use it". Draco stated. "Now, come on, get up, and let’s go have breakfast as I want to go see where we're now going to live". Draco finished as he was now tugging Harry out of the warm bed.



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After Harry finished his breakfast with the Malfoy’s, they walked to the entrance hall of the Malfoy Villa. Draco then turned to Harry and gave him an inquisitive look. "Where do we need to go Harry, or can we apparate to your new flat"?



"Draco, it's not a flat, it's a villa. I think we can walk to it from here since it's so nice outside". Harry said as he looked over at Lucius.



"Yes, I think a nice walk would do us some good this fine morning". Lucius said with a haughty sniff, and turned towards the door.



When Draco looked back at Harry, he merely grinned. "Come on Dragon, it will do you good". Harry then took Draco's hand and led him outside.



They didn't have to go far, only two houses down. When Harry stopped, and opened the large black iron gate, Draco's jaw dropped. He looked back at his parents totally dumbfounded. "You knew, you both knew, and you never said a word"!



As Narcissa started to open her mouth to say something in retort, Harry quickly pulled Draco into him, and gave him a very long and wet kiss. He then pulled away, and held his hand up at the large seaside villa in front of them. "Happy Christmas my dragon, happy Christmas"!



Harry then led them inside the house to the main foyer. It held a large fountain that Harry had just had modified for the occasion yesterday. He had hired a local metal artist to create a large dragon out of stainless steel and copper, and mounted it in place of the old stone figure that once was the fountains centerpiece. Now, this eight foot tall dragon spewed water from its mouth as if it were flames.



Draco grabbed Harry again and buried his face into his neck. He was shaking with silent sobs. Harry calmly rubbed his back, whispering nothings into his ear until he calmed down. Finally, Draco composed himself enough to pull back and look into Harry's happily smiling eyes. "I love you my lion, don't you ever forget that! Happy Christmas to you my love, happy Christmas to everyone, as my wish came true".



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That Christmas eve, they had invited Draco's parents over for a house warming party. They were sitting on the terrace that overlooked the Mediterranean sea, sipping from a new batch of fresh brewed tea that Kreecher gladly brought around.



"Lucius, I was thinking about buying that hovel between us, and tearing it down. Imagine, building a small Spanish bungalow like that between two large and proud French villas"! Harry remarked with a sniff as he looked out at the lighthouse at the end of the pier in the far distance. " I would like to build a large in-ground swimming pool for all of us there. You know, one of those infinity pools that fall off and look as if it were part of the sea".



Draco couldn't help but smirk at how haughty Harry was becoming. He was sitting beside Harry, and was noticing that Harry wore only the finest in French dress robes right down to his shoes. 'If only I could do something to tame that mop of hair on his head'. Draco thought.



"I have all ready done it Harry; I just finished the deal before we came over. Yes, it is a vile little hovel at that. Why that wizard wouldn't even keep it up after he built it. I highly doubt he had the money to, so I bought it for a little over what it was worth really, just to raze the thing". Lucius said with a sniff. "I take it you and Draco will handle having the pool and privacy fence built"?



"Yes, we'll look into it right after Christmas". Harry said. "Oh, I almost forgot, I have a copy of the Christmas card I sent everyone back in Britain for Draco and myself".



Harry reached for the card to hand it to Lucius, but Narcissa quickly grabbed it from the table to see what they sent.



"Mum, you don't want to see that, please just give it to father"! Draco exclaimed.



"Pish posh dear, nothing can faze me". Narcissa intoned as she opened the card to see what was inside. Sure enough she let out a gasp, then a whimper. "Oh dear". She said with a faint voice.



"Here darling, let me see what has addled you so much". Lucius said as he took the card from Narcissa's limp hands. When he opened it to see what all the fuss was about, he merely stared at it for a few minutes, making Harry and Draco both squirm in their seats. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lucius let out a huge bark of a laugh. "Yes Harry Potter, you would make a true Slytherin"!



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In a small little burrow at Ottery St. Catchpole on Christmas eve, a family of ginger heads watched as a large owl was gliding down towards their kitchen window. It gracefully landed on the table, and held its leg out with an arrogant air. On it's leg was tied eight Christmas cards made of the finest parchment, lined with gold trim, and written with golden script.



Ginny Weasley leapt forward, knowing they could be from none other than her Harry, so she quickly untied them, and opened the one with her name on the outside. The owl then departed the burrow with a fast haste. She quickly opened the envelope, and took out the card, looking at the golden script that simply said "Noel". She then opened the card and looked at the contents. She set there for several minutes with a quite stunned expression on her face, as the rest of the family awaited her to say something. Finally, she turned red to her ears, and began to shake as she threw the card down on the table where it landed open for them all to see. She stood up quickly, and headed for the door. "That vile little, evil, dirty faggot"! Then she huffed, and slammed the door shut.



Everyone looked at the card, and there in its center was a large wizarding picture. In that picture, they watched Harry and Draco turn their back to the viewer, drop their pants, bend over, and show them the moon. They turned their heads over their shoulders, grinned a sharky grin, and each stuck up their middle finger at the viewer. Under the picture, written in golden script; "Have A Happy Fucking Christmas, We Are"!







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Well now, thank you for the reviews, they were much appreciated. Sorry about the stories description, they don't allow enough words to explain it correctly.



I updated this chapter today, Dec. 26th, as it had some problems. I posted it quickly last night for everyone to read on Xmas, so I didn't catch them all. I'll clean up chap. 1 later today. By the way, there will be a sequel for the new year.



Happy Christmas, MightyGryffindor ;-)







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