A Christmas Wish

Chapter 4 “A Quite Christmas”

Draco couldn’t get Harry out of his mind. He never thought he would literally run into Harry Potter, no not Harry Potter, Harrison Black. He wasn’t kidding when he said it wasn’t too original but it did suit the Gryffindor. When he had first read about Potter’s death, 3 years ago, he had been upset. Potter was his rival as much as his savior. Potter made him feel not just anger but humor, respect and something more but he wasn’t sure what it was.

Malfoy’s are supposed to be cold callus and unfeeling zombies in pure-blood society. Just ask his Father who spent a lifetime under impervious. Lucius Malfoy was not only nice but he was flamboyantly gay. This was not tolerated so his father, Augusts Malfoy, had placed him under impervious when ever he was home from Hogwarts and the he engaged him to Narcissa. This crushed Lucius and his lover who was none other Sirius Black. Once he was married to Narcissa she took control over the impervious and ruled over the manor and the Ministry through the cursed blond.

Potter had saved them from not only the dark lord but his mother as well. Narcissa received the kiss after the war and Lucius was set free. Draco smiled softly as he thought of his father who now at the manor getting ready for Christmas. It had taken two years for him to get out of the depression of the war and the lost of his lover. He now was starting to date again and he was now a doting parent. Draco was a little embarrassed by his father showering him with praise and affection, but he was happy to know his father loved him and had always been proud of him.

This transformation was all thanks to Potter and his Defeat of the Dark Lord. So of course he didn’t believe the story in the Daily Prophet. Harry Potter does not die that easily he should know as many had tried and all had failed. So just to be sure the story was rubbish he went to the funeral in disguise. He and his father may have been innocent, but their name was no better than mud at the time and he would not have been welcomed at the Gryffindor’s wake. Draco saw the wizarding world showing their love of the fallen hero it was disgusting. The Public mourners were allowed to come and view the body and pay their respects. Potter’s ‘Friends’ put on a grand showing of fake tears well not really, as Draco had heard they had been cut out of Potter’s will, they were mourning the lost of his fortune. The Slytherin made his way to the casket and had to hold him tongue when he saw the body.

‘This isn’t Potter!’ Draco’s eyes widened when he saw the fake corpse. Potter hadn’t looked like that in years! He should know because he had watched Potter like a hawk over the years and he was the one to find him after the battle and bring his unconscious body back to Hogwarts. How could they all have been fooled by this? The truth was no one had cared about him, now that his job was done, so they let the hero die. His so called friends never really noticed him so they didn’t know what he really looked like. They were all after something and that’s where they were looking. Harry was just the means to end to them and nothing more. Harry escaped their clutches and the mass hero worship just like a Slytherin. Since the funeral Draco was happy for Harry but deep down he had been hoping to see him again because in all truth he missed the Gryffindor.

“Now Mr. Black our paths have crossed once again.” The Slytherin smiled as sat down at his desk. With Most of his work done he decided to owl Mr. Black as to the arrangements he had made for lunch. He smirked to himself as thought of Harry’s reaction to the invitation. He wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing and now that he had Harry back in his life he was going to him there. Even with their constant rivalry Draco had always considered Harry a friend.

“I’m lucky I brought you to work today. There is a Storm coming so you had better stay the night. I’m sure Black won’t mind you spending Christmas with him and his cats.” The Potion master smiled as he tied the letter to his owl. “Now off you go I’ll see you tomorrow and don’t leave without an answer.”

“Hoot!” then the owl took fight.

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When Harry got home he began to relax and all thoughts of the annoying Slytherin fled his mind. Silver began to mew and fuss wanting his milk. His crying woke up Belle and she began crying as well. Harry smiled as he prepared their bottles. They were growing fast and with their eyes now opened hey were very curious. Sliver’s gray eyes watch as Harry filled his bottle and then his sister’s bottle. Belle’s tiny green eyes glare at him because it was her turn to be fed first. To prove this point he pounced on him so Harry would see and feed her first.

“Don’t worry Belle I see you.” Harry Picked up the tiny kitten and let her feed on her bottle. They were so cute and so smart. They hadn’t shown any signs of magic since he found them but he could wait. It was fun to imagine what their powers would be. After Belle and a pouting Sliver were fed and placed back in their basket, Harry went to the kitchen to start making a stew for his Christmas dinner.

The Gryffindor smiled as he chopped the vegetables. This would be his last Christmas alone. He had already sent Hedwig and Zephyr out to deliver presents to the professors and the twins so they would be home soon and he had gotten them plenty of fat rats for their Christmas dinner. This was his little family; in a way he considered Snape, Moony and the Weasley twins family as well. But he still felt a distance between him and the four people who care about him. Fred and George were busy with their joke shop and have expended it to Hogsmead, and Professors Snape and Lupin were busy at Hogwarts and with their teaching duties. It was easy to see why there was a distance between them but at least he knew they cared and visited whenever they could.

Harry sighed as left the kitchen leaving the stew cook until dinner time. He walked to his Living room and started a fire to ward off the cold. He loved his home and he knew he could raise his child happily here now that he renovated the whole Manor. Once he returned home to #12 Grimmauld Place after Graduation he put a lot of money blood sweat and tears in to redoing the whole manor. It had taken a full year by himself to clean remodel, reward, de-hex, remove any and all dark artifacts, and fix the place up. He was even able to remove Mrs. Black Painting from the wall and throw it on the bond fire had made of all the rotted furniture. After redecorating and buying new furnishings he turned Grimmauld place into a Hotel called Black Manor Inn. Then it took another six months to clear out the attic and remodel it into a spacious flat for him to live in.

For the last three years he has run a quite yet successful business. It’s not like he needed the money with the Potter and black fortunes he had but it was something that could keep him busy. He also had Dobby and Winky as well as a few other house elves, which had been abandoned during the war, to run the service and keep the guests happy. All he had to do was greet the guest, see them off, handled bookings and answer the floo. Now that it was Christmas he had shut down the inn for two weeks gave the elves time off so he could spend a quite Christmas with his animals without having to worry about tourist to attend to. He was glad for the time alone because after the New Year he had full bookings but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Harry turned off the stove and ladled out some stew for his meal. He placed it on a tray and took it back to his room where he had a quite fire going. The wind had begun to howl as the storm picked up and darkness covered the skies. The kittens were sound asleep in their basket and his small Christmas tree sparkled in the corner. He set the tray down on the table by the bed when he heard a tapping at his window. Harry rushed to the window to let in his poor owls before they became frozen statues, but when he opened the window not two but three owls flew in. They all land on the owl stand by the fire letting the snow melt way from their frozen wings. The Gryffindor quickly closed the window as snow tried to push its way in.

“Well Hedwig, Zephyr, looks like you brought a friend home for Christmas. Since you are new I have to tell you the kittens are not food but I do have plenty of fat rats for you all to feast on.” Harry smiled a Place a large box at the bottom of the stand with enough rats for the three of them. Then he removed their burdens that were tied to their legs. He resized presents from Moony and Snape and placed them under his tree and did the same with the gifts from Fred and George. Then he took the let from the unknown owl.

“And who is this from? Let’s see it’s from… MALFOY!”

Dear Black,

I hope you don’t mind if Apollo spends Christmas with you. I fear the storm will be in full swing by the time he reaches you. Anyways I hope you will be free this Saturday as it is my only day off. The holidays are St. Mungo’s busiest time of year and have us working practically non-stop. I have made reservations at the Black Dragon for 1 o’clock. Please dress accordingly since it seems you have not out grown your lack of fashion.

Happy Christmas,

Draco Malfoy

“What an arrogant Prat!” Harry ranted as he finished reading the letter. He had hoped the blond hadn’t been serious with his invitation to lunch and had forgotten all about it when he had gotten home. Unfortunately it hadn’t some horrible dream it was real and the damn Slytherin still found ways to insult him. Just because he liked to be comfortable when he wasn’t running the inn did not mean he had no sense of fashion. He just didn’t see a point to dressing up. He never saw anyone or went out to clubs or bars so what was to point? “That man is infuriating! It would serve him right if I didn’t go at all! Wait I never said I would!”

With that in mind the Gryffindor stalked to his writing table and took out some fresh parchment. He was going to write the bastard and tell him flat out that he was not going. That Slytherin was not the boss of him! As he began to write a nasty reply to the invitation his conscious began to get the better of him. He couldn’t be cruel like that even if it was Malfoy. Harry tossed the letter into the fire and though about reply. “I should go Moony would say it’s the right thing to do. But this is Malfoy he’s a prat who has tormented me for seven long years I don’t want have lunch with him. I know I’ll go, but I won’t stay! I’ll tell him to leave me alone and then I’ll leave!”

Harry smiled at his brilliance and wrote a quick note accepting the invitation to lunch and told Malfoy not to worry as he had something suitable to wear for the occasion. Actually that Saturday was Professor Snape’s birthday and he was going to have dinner with him Moony and the twins to celebrate. He would have had to dress up anyways so he killed two birds with one stone. Harry smiled as he tucked into his Christmas stew at the thought of shocking Malfoy with his sense of fashion then leaving him speechless after telling him off. He wouldn’t that blond prat ruin his holiday. Content with his plan he could at last sit back and enjoy his quite Christmas as the storm raged on outside.


A/N: The muses are flooding me with ideas but they have not given me any for my stories ‘He Didn’t Have Time’ or ‘Looking Through Your Eyes’. The crash of my hard drive to a lot of my ideas I had already typed out. I am trying to rewrite them so please be patient. Thanks for reading, keep Reviewing.