Homemade Gifts

Draco was sitting by the fire in the common room quietly reading. When a very nervous first year approached him.

“Mr. Malfoy, sir.” the young man was trembling in fear at having to talk to the older student.

“Do I look like my father?” he answered without looking up from his book.

“N…n…no sir.”

“Then don’t call me Mr. Now why are you interrupting my reading? Don’t you have gifts to open or something.” He said with anger. Draco was still upset that his parents had made him stay at Hogwarts during Christmas holidays.

“I just wanted to tell you, your owl was at the window.” The boy said before running back to his room to hide.

“Blasted owl. What is it now.” He grumbled as he walked to the window to let him in. Still mumbling to himself as he removed the note from it’s leg before sending it back to the owlery.

He opened it up; curious to see who it was from.


Draco,

Meet me in the Room of Requirement in 15 minutes. I have a gift for you.

He crushed the note in his hand. Things were looking up. The one bright spot to him having to be at school was waiting to meet him.

Draco hurried to put his things away so he could get to the Room of Requirement. Unfortunately the two oafs, Crabbe and Goyle noticed him preparing to leave taking it upon themselves to follow him.

“Where are you going?”

“We thought you might need back-up.” Crabbe answered.

“Or maybe you were going to the Great Hall to find some snacks.” Goyle added hopefully.

“If I want to have back-up I will ask for it and If I ate as much as your fat arses I wouldn’t be able to fit in this room. Now go find a mudblood to torture or something.” As they scurried off to do as they were told, Draco turned once again to climb the steps taking him to the seventh floor corridor.

He was lost in thought as he climbed. Wondering what was going to happen when he reached his destination. Draco was so preoccupied he ran into someone rushing down the steps.

“Watch where your going.” He yelled as he was brought out of his thoughts, finding himself face to face with none other then Granger. “Should have known it was you Mudblood, your always in the way.”

“What’s wrong Malfoy no one around for you to annoy.” she fired back.

“It’s none of your business now is it. Oh and here comes the rest of your pathetic little group.” He acknowledges as Harry, Ginny and Ron caught up to Hermione. “Potter what are you wearing?”

“Shut up Malfoy. Mrs. Weasley made this sweater for me.”

“Is that so. I hear making ridiculously ugly sweaters is all the rage for poor people who can’t afford real gifts.”

“There is nothing wrong with the sweaters my Mum makes, you little fleabag.”

“Ah, Weaslette, you might want to keep your temper now. You never know when accidents might happen.”

“Don’t threaten Ginny you piece of dung.” Harry took a swing at Draco. Only to be stopped by Ron. “What did you do that for?”

“This twitchy little ferret isn’t worth getting kicked out of school. Come on let’s just go.” Ron replied with an odd look.

“Yeah that’s it run away. Just make sure to watch your backs. You never know when someone might stab you in it.” Draco said with a chuckle as he continued up the stairs.

Reaching the seventh floor hallway he begins to pace back and forth thinking. ‘I need a room with a nice fire, a comfortable rug and a large bed.’ The door appears in front of him allowing entrance to the room.

Fulfilling Draco’s request was the fire in the hearth in front of him, with a fluffy rug in Slytherin green. On the right side of the room sat a king sized bed also covered in Slytherin green.

“Very nice.” he said to no one in particular before walking over to sit on the rug. He pulled at a loose thread as he pondered how long it would take for his guest to get away from the rest of the group.

Five very long minutes later he heard the door open quietly behind him. He didn’t even bother to turn around.

“It took you long enough.”

“Well it takes time to convince everyone that they don’t need to come with me.” came the reply.

“So what is this gift you mentioned? I’ve been waiting to see it.”

“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Oh joy sounds like something homemade.”

“I think considering your aversion to homemade gifts you’ll find this one rather amusing.”

“Is that so. Well come over here and show me what it is then.”

He could here the footsteps as they brought his companion closer. Not stopping until they were in front of Draco. Capturing his full attention.

“Here it is.” a robe slid to the floor revealing a gloriously naked body. “Like I said Ferret, I think you’ll enjoy this homemade gift.”

Draco could do nothing but marvel at the muscular body before him. Slowly he reached forward grabbing a hand to pull the gift down on top of himself.

“Did I ever tell you I’m partial to red headed homemade gifts.” He commented before capturing Ron’s mouth in a kiss.