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:
9,956
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 fourth day...
A/N: Yay! Another chapter! (Still no action for either boy :( )
Review responses:
thrnbrook: he is, isn't he? i hope you like this one better.
Christi: thanks dear and welcome back!
hieisdragoness18: indeed he is. i couldn't fit the story into twelve days if he took twelve days to get better. don't worry though, the relationship gets better ;)
paigeey07: thanks dear!
ElfHybrid: i know you didn't review darling, but i just wanted to let you know that i can't email you when new chapters are up! your profile doesn't have it displayed. if you leave it with a review, i'll send you the update email!
And now, on with the show!
On the fourth day...
That. Was. It.
Harry wasn't surprised that they had kept the peace for almost four days, but he still was fed up. He was angry. That Draco could seemingly recover so quickly from a traumatic event like Azkaban; that Draco was sneering at every little thing; as if Harry wasn't doing his best. As if Harry wasn't working like a house elf to keep things in order so Draco didn't have anything to complain about; as if Harry wasn't doing Draco a favor by keeping the git out of Azkaban.
That was the final straw, really. When Harry realized how...Hufflepuff-ish he was being. It was his house, his food; he was acting like a house elf; like he owed Draco the favors. It was very clearly the other way around. He was letting Draco treat him like a house elf.
Enough.
Harry grabbed the list of Draco's demands--a list of what Draco wanted from Diagon Alley, like clothes and potions ingredients--and stormed up to Draco's room.
"What, Potter?" Draco yelled when he opened the door.
Harry threw that paper right into Draco's snarling face. "That's it, you git! I've had enough of you making me feel inferior to you! I am not a house elf you can boss around and I am not less than you are!"
Draco's face screwed so spectacularly that Harry swore it could have stayed that way. "What the fuck are you talking about? I've said almost nothing to you since I got here and only seen you when we happened to bump into each other! I. HAVE. DONE. NOTHING!"
Harry was shaking with his rage. "Yeah, that's right! Nothing! You haven't offered to cook or clean the dishes or even the house! And then instead of asking me for a trip out or even saying please, you give me this list of demands! I've had enough."
Draco blinked. "What?"
Harry took a deep breath to calm down. "Instead of sitting in here or wandering the house, judging it by standards so lofty only the Malfoy house elves could attain them, you could help! If you don't like what I cook, make something for yourself. If you don't like the way the house looks, roll your sleeves up and fix it!"
Draco stepped back, looking conflicted. There was a tense silence, both wizards glaring, when Draco finally said, "How can I do any of that when I don't know how to?" He sounded strained, like it had hurt to say the question.
Harry sighed. "I'll show you. I'll even pay you for what work you do so you can get what you need from Diagon Alley."
Draco narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking. Harry wondered if Draco was thinking over some old teachings from Lucius Malfoy, about how Malfoys didn't work. After some moments, Draco nodded stiffly. "All right. So long as I don't have to go out to get them myself."
Harry nodded. "No problem. If you want, I can show you how everything works and then what needs to be done here."
"No," Draco said quickly. "I'll clean up the rooms that have been gutted all ready. I'll leave you to look through all the ancient stuff. It is yours after all. Only you should go through it."
Harry was stunned by this thoughtful sentence and it seemed Draco was, as well. "Let's start with the kitchen, all right? So you don't have to eat what I make."
Draco nodded and followed Harry down. As they went through every bit, Harry was glad that they would now have separate tasks to do. This way, there would be fewer arguments. He was also glad that he would have the time to go through the house by himself. He knew that not all of it was Sirius', but in a way, it was. It was personal to Harry and he made a note to find a way to thank Draco for the consideration.
Review responses:
thrnbrook: he is, isn't he? i hope you like this one better.
Christi: thanks dear and welcome back!
hieisdragoness18: indeed he is. i couldn't fit the story into twelve days if he took twelve days to get better. don't worry though, the relationship gets better ;)
paigeey07: thanks dear!
ElfHybrid: i know you didn't review darling, but i just wanted to let you know that i can't email you when new chapters are up! your profile doesn't have it displayed. if you leave it with a review, i'll send you the update email!
And now, on with the show!
On the fourth day...
That. Was. It.
Harry wasn't surprised that they had kept the peace for almost four days, but he still was fed up. He was angry. That Draco could seemingly recover so quickly from a traumatic event like Azkaban; that Draco was sneering at every little thing; as if Harry wasn't doing his best. As if Harry wasn't working like a house elf to keep things in order so Draco didn't have anything to complain about; as if Harry wasn't doing Draco a favor by keeping the git out of Azkaban.
That was the final straw, really. When Harry realized how...Hufflepuff-ish he was being. It was his house, his food; he was acting like a house elf; like he owed Draco the favors. It was very clearly the other way around. He was letting Draco treat him like a house elf.
Enough.
Harry grabbed the list of Draco's demands--a list of what Draco wanted from Diagon Alley, like clothes and potions ingredients--and stormed up to Draco's room.
"What, Potter?" Draco yelled when he opened the door.
Harry threw that paper right into Draco's snarling face. "That's it, you git! I've had enough of you making me feel inferior to you! I am not a house elf you can boss around and I am not less than you are!"
Draco's face screwed so spectacularly that Harry swore it could have stayed that way. "What the fuck are you talking about? I've said almost nothing to you since I got here and only seen you when we happened to bump into each other! I. HAVE. DONE. NOTHING!"
Harry was shaking with his rage. "Yeah, that's right! Nothing! You haven't offered to cook or clean the dishes or even the house! And then instead of asking me for a trip out or even saying please, you give me this list of demands! I've had enough."
Draco blinked. "What?"
Harry took a deep breath to calm down. "Instead of sitting in here or wandering the house, judging it by standards so lofty only the Malfoy house elves could attain them, you could help! If you don't like what I cook, make something for yourself. If you don't like the way the house looks, roll your sleeves up and fix it!"
Draco stepped back, looking conflicted. There was a tense silence, both wizards glaring, when Draco finally said, "How can I do any of that when I don't know how to?" He sounded strained, like it had hurt to say the question.
Harry sighed. "I'll show you. I'll even pay you for what work you do so you can get what you need from Diagon Alley."
Draco narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking. Harry wondered if Draco was thinking over some old teachings from Lucius Malfoy, about how Malfoys didn't work. After some moments, Draco nodded stiffly. "All right. So long as I don't have to go out to get them myself."
Harry nodded. "No problem. If you want, I can show you how everything works and then what needs to be done here."
"No," Draco said quickly. "I'll clean up the rooms that have been gutted all ready. I'll leave you to look through all the ancient stuff. It is yours after all. Only you should go through it."
Harry was stunned by this thoughtful sentence and it seemed Draco was, as well. "Let's start with the kitchen, all right? So you don't have to eat what I make."
Draco nodded and followed Harry down. As they went through every bit, Harry was glad that they would now have separate tasks to do. This way, there would be fewer arguments. He was also glad that he would have the time to go through the house by himself. He knew that not all of it was Sirius', but in a way, it was. It was personal to Harry and he made a note to find a way to thank Draco for the consideration.