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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
7,016
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Christmas is Coming
Chapter Four
Malfoy\'s Mansion in Mayfair; December 16th
\"Lucius, where are you?\" called Draco entering his father\'s apartment.
\"In bed, of course. This doctor made me stay in bed and Stevens is keeping me here. Tell him something.\"
\"Good work, Stevens.\" Said Malfoy Junior smiling. \"I\'d like to stay with my father alone.\"
\"Of course, sir. Would you like to have your dinner served here?\"
\"No, I\'ll eat later in the kitchen. Thank you.\"
\"As you wish.\" Said he leaving.
\"You said it was urgent, Lucius?\"
\"Yes, there is a company Christmas party you have to attend.\"
\"No, Dad.\"
\"Yes, Draco, you must. It\'s a tradition in the company and you have to attend. In my place. As you see I\'m sick and I can\'t go. You must substitute for me.\"
\'Tradition\' sneered Draco mentally. \'Malfoy Wiz. Inc. was 7 years old. How can you talk about a tradition.\'
\"Fine, Dad, I\'ll go. Something else?\" said Draco not wanting to go into a discussion with Lucius, his mind still focus on the business..
\"No.\"
\"Excuse me then, I still have to contact Japan. I was in the middle of a teleconference when I got your message.\"
\"Yes, son. Go.\"
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Three hours later, Malfoy Junior went to the kitchen to eat something. He wanted to get to his own apartment but it was impossible when father was ill.
Stevens was waiting in the kitchen.
\"Is there something wrong, Stevens? There was no need to wait for me. I know how to put a plate into the microwave.\"
\"I have no doubt in it, sir, but Mr Malfoy told me to give it to you, personally.\"
\"What is it?\"
\"A costume.\"
\"A costume? What costume?\"
\"I believe Santa Claus\'s.\"
\"You must be joking, Stevens.\"
\"Never, sir.\"
Malfoy looked inside the bag.
\"He is not going to do it to me. I won\'t wear it for that party.\"
\"Will you need me, sir?\"
\"What?…No, Stevens. Go and rest.\"
Thank you, sir.
Malfoy took the bag and went upstairs.
\"Lucius?\"
\"Yes, Draco. Ahh, I see Stevens gave you the costume.\"
\"I won\'t wear it.\"
\"But why? I still remember how lovely you looked in that sweet elf costume, when you were six and your mother....\"
\"Lucius, I\'m not six, any more. And I won\'t wear it.\" Suddenly, Draco thought that his father was going soft, after all it was hard to believe an ex-Death Eater would concede to wearing a Santa\'s costume.
\"But there must be a Santa at the party.\"
\"But I won\'t wear it.\"
\"The employees will be disappointed. There is no Christmas without a Santa. I\'ve been a Santa from the day I became the President of Malfoy Wiz. Inc.\"
\"Okay, Lucius. Let\'s strike a deal, with a bit of magic, I\'ll conjure a nice Santa outfit and find someone to wear it. Is that alright?\"
\"Yes, son. There simply must be a Santa.\" Lucius Malfoy knew how to approach his son. Draco became far too serious for Senior\'s taste. In father\'s opinion, he needed a wife. A wife who would make him smile again. Lucius was sure that his son would wear a Santa costume one day and that his wife would be a Mary \"Merry\" Christmas.
Draco kissed his father\'s forehead and left. He needed a Santa now. He was going through the names of his friends…\"Flint! That\'s my man!\" called Junior picking up the receiver.
Malfoy\'s Mansion in Mayfair; December 16th
\"Lucius, where are you?\" called Draco entering his father\'s apartment.
\"In bed, of course. This doctor made me stay in bed and Stevens is keeping me here. Tell him something.\"
\"Good work, Stevens.\" Said Malfoy Junior smiling. \"I\'d like to stay with my father alone.\"
\"Of course, sir. Would you like to have your dinner served here?\"
\"No, I\'ll eat later in the kitchen. Thank you.\"
\"As you wish.\" Said he leaving.
\"You said it was urgent, Lucius?\"
\"Yes, there is a company Christmas party you have to attend.\"
\"No, Dad.\"
\"Yes, Draco, you must. It\'s a tradition in the company and you have to attend. In my place. As you see I\'m sick and I can\'t go. You must substitute for me.\"
\'Tradition\' sneered Draco mentally. \'Malfoy Wiz. Inc. was 7 years old. How can you talk about a tradition.\'
\"Fine, Dad, I\'ll go. Something else?\" said Draco not wanting to go into a discussion with Lucius, his mind still focus on the business..
\"No.\"
\"Excuse me then, I still have to contact Japan. I was in the middle of a teleconference when I got your message.\"
\"Yes, son. Go.\"
*************************
Three hours later, Malfoy Junior went to the kitchen to eat something. He wanted to get to his own apartment but it was impossible when father was ill.
Stevens was waiting in the kitchen.
\"Is there something wrong, Stevens? There was no need to wait for me. I know how to put a plate into the microwave.\"
\"I have no doubt in it, sir, but Mr Malfoy told me to give it to you, personally.\"
\"What is it?\"
\"A costume.\"
\"A costume? What costume?\"
\"I believe Santa Claus\'s.\"
\"You must be joking, Stevens.\"
\"Never, sir.\"
Malfoy looked inside the bag.
\"He is not going to do it to me. I won\'t wear it for that party.\"
\"Will you need me, sir?\"
\"What?…No, Stevens. Go and rest.\"
Thank you, sir.
Malfoy took the bag and went upstairs.
\"Lucius?\"
\"Yes, Draco. Ahh, I see Stevens gave you the costume.\"
\"I won\'t wear it.\"
\"But why? I still remember how lovely you looked in that sweet elf costume, when you were six and your mother....\"
\"Lucius, I\'m not six, any more. And I won\'t wear it.\" Suddenly, Draco thought that his father was going soft, after all it was hard to believe an ex-Death Eater would concede to wearing a Santa\'s costume.
\"But there must be a Santa at the party.\"
\"But I won\'t wear it.\"
\"The employees will be disappointed. There is no Christmas without a Santa. I\'ve been a Santa from the day I became the President of Malfoy Wiz. Inc.\"
\"Okay, Lucius. Let\'s strike a deal, with a bit of magic, I\'ll conjure a nice Santa outfit and find someone to wear it. Is that alright?\"
\"Yes, son. There simply must be a Santa.\" Lucius Malfoy knew how to approach his son. Draco became far too serious for Senior\'s taste. In father\'s opinion, he needed a wife. A wife who would make him smile again. Lucius was sure that his son would wear a Santa costume one day and that his wife would be a Mary \"Merry\" Christmas.
Draco kissed his father\'s forehead and left. He needed a Santa now. He was going through the names of his friends…\"Flint! That\'s my man!\" called Junior picking up the receiver.