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:
9,954
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.
On the third day...
A/N: Kudos for all who read the new version! Also, this will be updated like my last story, "The Spirited 13 Days". One chapter a day until Christmas! ... Enjoy!
Review Responses:
thrnbrook: but darlin', it's been rewritten! so all those weird bumps and rush are gone. it's going to follow the same premise as the old story, but in a cleaner way (still plenty of harry/draco action!).
hieisdragoness18: (haha--after all the reviews for the last story, i can spell your name right without checking!) stay tuned then--it gets better!
blackpadfoot: thanks! but you'll just have to wait like the rest of them. a chapter a day keep harry and draco humping!
elfhybrid: i shall attempt to do so in the future!
And now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, the next day!
On The Third Day...
It had been inevitable. Really. Harry had always known that he didn't have the best habits, especially since the war because there was no one else in the house and he had the freedom to do what he wanted on his own schedule. Still, he had woken each morning, aware that there would come a day when Draco would criticize something. He started to clean his own room before starting the rest of the house, and made sure to shower every night, so he didn't offend by odor. He also took out his best clothes, so that he wouldn't have to hear about those.
But, again, he knew there would come a day when Draco would speak up about something Harry had done to offend.
As soon as Harry had woken up and made breakfast, he had heard the sound that he knew was the beginning of his downfall. "Really, Potter," Draco sneered. "You can't expect me to eat these foods every morning. It's not healthy."
He also realized that he had been wrong with his assumption about Draco. He had thought the other boy would need at least a week to recover, a week Harry had needed to clean his own self up. Now, Harry saw his careful plan fall to pieces. Well, until he could get the other boy to start helping around the house. If Draco was distracted by a project, Harry could continue to clean his own act up.
In the present, Harry's immediate reaction was to turn and fling the pan. The prat almost deserved it. Harry was only there to make sure that Draco didn't break any laws and to get the public to grow a better conscience. Not to wait hand and foot on Draco (Harry knew he was exaggerating, but he was upset) and certainly not to change his own diet to suit Draco's.
In addition, Draco didn't have any room to complain about the food. Nor anything else, Harry added silently, praying he hadn't jinxed himself. He was a guest, plain and simple. Not the Lord of the Manor.
Instead of flinging the pan, though, Harry turned the tables. "Why, Draco, saying that...makes you sound like a poof." Calmly, as if Harry hadn't been so angry he'd seen red a moment ago.
He turned and set the food down, not watching Draco. He just began to eat, knowing well that Draco would not be one to turn down food. Not after the meals in Azkaban.
It was after the meal that trouble came. Draco sneered again and pushed his plate way, almost off the table, before leaving the room again.
It had happened all day. Draco had come out of his shell and had decided to wander the house, inspecting it, Harry suspected. Every time they ran into each other, Draco looked pointedly at something in the room and sneered.
Sneered.
When Draco had claimed to have retired to his room after dinner (during which Draco had complained a total of five times), Harry had decided it was time to take another shower. Unfortunately, Draco had been wandering around the floor when Harry had left the shower.
"I suppose someone with hair like yours has to take a shower ever day," Draco said, looking Harry up and down. His disdain was obvious.
Harry sighed and continued on to his room, chanting to himself that he would not let Draco get to him. That this...arrangement...didn't mean they had to interact with each other.
If only he could remember that the next day.
Review Responses:
thrnbrook: but darlin', it's been rewritten! so all those weird bumps and rush are gone. it's going to follow the same premise as the old story, but in a cleaner way (still plenty of harry/draco action!).
hieisdragoness18: (haha--after all the reviews for the last story, i can spell your name right without checking!) stay tuned then--it gets better!
blackpadfoot: thanks! but you'll just have to wait like the rest of them. a chapter a day keep harry and draco humping!
elfhybrid: i shall attempt to do so in the future!
And now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, the next day!
On The Third Day...
It had been inevitable. Really. Harry had always known that he didn't have the best habits, especially since the war because there was no one else in the house and he had the freedom to do what he wanted on his own schedule. Still, he had woken each morning, aware that there would come a day when Draco would criticize something. He started to clean his own room before starting the rest of the house, and made sure to shower every night, so he didn't offend by odor. He also took out his best clothes, so that he wouldn't have to hear about those.
But, again, he knew there would come a day when Draco would speak up about something Harry had done to offend.
As soon as Harry had woken up and made breakfast, he had heard the sound that he knew was the beginning of his downfall. "Really, Potter," Draco sneered. "You can't expect me to eat these foods every morning. It's not healthy."
He also realized that he had been wrong with his assumption about Draco. He had thought the other boy would need at least a week to recover, a week Harry had needed to clean his own self up. Now, Harry saw his careful plan fall to pieces. Well, until he could get the other boy to start helping around the house. If Draco was distracted by a project, Harry could continue to clean his own act up.
In the present, Harry's immediate reaction was to turn and fling the pan. The prat almost deserved it. Harry was only there to make sure that Draco didn't break any laws and to get the public to grow a better conscience. Not to wait hand and foot on Draco (Harry knew he was exaggerating, but he was upset) and certainly not to change his own diet to suit Draco's.
In addition, Draco didn't have any room to complain about the food. Nor anything else, Harry added silently, praying he hadn't jinxed himself. He was a guest, plain and simple. Not the Lord of the Manor.
Instead of flinging the pan, though, Harry turned the tables. "Why, Draco, saying that...makes you sound like a poof." Calmly, as if Harry hadn't been so angry he'd seen red a moment ago.
He turned and set the food down, not watching Draco. He just began to eat, knowing well that Draco would not be one to turn down food. Not after the meals in Azkaban.
It was after the meal that trouble came. Draco sneered again and pushed his plate way, almost off the table, before leaving the room again.
It had happened all day. Draco had come out of his shell and had decided to wander the house, inspecting it, Harry suspected. Every time they ran into each other, Draco looked pointedly at something in the room and sneered.
Sneered.
When Draco had claimed to have retired to his room after dinner (during which Draco had complained a total of five times), Harry had decided it was time to take another shower. Unfortunately, Draco had been wandering around the floor when Harry had left the shower.
"I suppose someone with hair like yours has to take a shower ever day," Draco said, looking Harry up and down. His disdain was obvious.
Harry sighed and continued on to his room, chanting to himself that he would not let Draco get to him. That this...arrangement...didn't mean they had to interact with each other.
If only he could remember that the next day.