The 12 Days of Christmas or a HarryDraco Fairytale

PantiesAreOverated: your welcome!

hieisdragoness18: don't worry. this chapter has some better foreplay ;)

thrnbrook: just wait until you see what they do today!

Black Padfoot: if that was cute, wait until the next couple of days goes by ;)

On the sixth day...

Harry yawned as he stumbled into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows when he saw breakfast had been made all ready. He wondered if perhaps Kreacher had disobeyed him until he saw Draco turn from the coffee pot, two cups in hand.

"I found some of your cook books," Draco said, looking embarrassed.

Harry sat down. "That's all right." He filled a plate and moaned at the burst of flavor.

"It's good then?" Draco asked, looking nervous. He had sat down, but was waiting to hear Harry's answer instead of filling his own plate.

"Very," Harry said. "Thanks."

Draco smiled and started eating himself. "You’re welcome."

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Harry smiled as he shut the door on another room. He was surprised. He had done all but two rooms in the last couple of days. He would have to go out and get some new sheets and curtains and maybe some rugs for the new rooms, but soon, Sirius' place would look better than it had in probably centuries.

Naturally, he had missed lunch again. He went down to the second floor to fetch Draco so they could both stop for the night. He was stopped, though, when he saw that Draco was bent over, looking under the bed for dust bunnies, or so Harry assumed.

It was the sight of Draco's arse that made Harry stop. He had never actually looked at another man before. Always girls. He had no reason, after all, to look anywhere else. Not that he had done much looking. He had been preoccupied in school with keeping Voldemort out of his head or chasing some mystery that Dumbledore had set up for him.

There had been fourth year when he had to find a date for the ball, but he had been too overwhelmed with the fact that he had to actually talk with any girl to know what he had thought of as pretty. Even now, as he shut his eyes to think properly, he didn't really know what kind of features he liked in a girl.

He opened his eyes when he heard something in the room and gulped, his body responding to the sight now presented to him. Draco had knelt down on his hands and knees to reach for something and his arse kept shifting as he stretched out in his efforts.

Less disturbed than he thought he might've been (if he had ever thought about it), he cleared his throat. Which only caused Draco to jump and hit his head.

"Fuck, Harry," he moaned, clutching his head with both hands.

Harry Accio'd a pain potion and handed it over to Draco. "Sorry."

Draco took it and sighed. "Is there something you needed?"

Idly, Harry wondered why he thought that even covered in dust and dirt, Draco looked beautiful. After all, he had never looked at Ginny that way. In the present, he said, "It's late. I was going to make dinner and thought you might want to wash up."

"Oh," Draco said. He looked Harry up and down. "Why don't you take the first shower? I'd rather not have whatever you got into today in the food. I've got to finish up here anyway."

"All right," Harry agreed. "I'll let you know when I'm done in the shower."

Draco waved him off and went back to looking for the lost object under the bed. Harry walked out, determined not to look, and failed. He sighed when he felt his boner return at the sight of Draco on his hands and knees, long hair flowing over his shoulder.

Yeah, a shower would be good.

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Harry fixed a simple dish of garlic bread and pasta, not really feeling up to anything too complicated. He called up to Draco that it was ready and sat down to eat. He would have waited, but his stomach felt like it was eating itself. If he had been a bit more truthful, he would have even admitted that he didn't want to see Draco, still wet from his shower. It was rather uncomfortable for him now, seeing as how he finally had realized that his...roommate was...attractive.

"I haven't had this since I visited Italy before Hogwarts," Draco said as he sat down and make a plate up. It was rather full.

"I hope it'll be as good as you remember," Harry chuckled.

Draco smiled. "It better be. Or I'll make sure you get over to Italy to learn a proper recipe. Pass the bread, could you?"

"Sure," Harry said as he passed the basket by his elbow. As he did so, Draco's hand grazed his and he felt his face flush at the tingle. It wasn't a feeling of warmth or zing like with Ginny, but it was something. He wondered if Draco had felt it.

A quick look said not. Feeling disappointed, Harry looked down and concentrated on his food.

They finished in the same time, surprisingly, and Draco gathered his dishes. "I'll clean up since you made it."

As Draco passed Harry to the sink, Harry could've sworn he felt Draco's hand across his arm, but when he looked, Draco was all ready at the sink. He started to pick up the serving bowl of pasta, but Draco pressed against him to get it.

"Let me," Draco whispered. He lingered behind Harry longer than was necessary, but it was long enough for Harry to feel the half-hard penis in Draco's pants.

Blushing hotly, Harry said he was going to bed earlier and that he would see the other wizard in the morning. In bed, Harry lay for several hours, trying to figure his own self out. Was he attracted to Draco? Was he attracted to men? But what about the girls he had dated? Was Draco just playing around?

Midnight rolled around and as Harry dropped off to sleep, he had no answers still.