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15th-Dec-2009 05:50 pm - *Holiday Fic* The 12 Pains Of Christmas - The Hogwarts Way Pt 3

Title: The 12 Pains Of Christmas – The Hogwarts Way Pt 3
Author: Lady B
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Severus
Rating: PG13 for language
Summary: Draco and Severus knew that Harry never had an ideal Christmas, growing up with The Dursleys. They were determined to give him the best Christmas ever – the muggle way. No one told Draco it would be so hard!
Author's Note: I sat here the last few weeks thinking of what I was going to write for my annual HP-themed Christmas fic and this popped into my head. This will most be a series of song-fic drabbles to the tune of "The 12 Pains of Christmas" by The Bob Rivers Comedy Troupe.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and plots from the Harry Potterverse belong to JK Rowling and various publishing companies and movie studios. "The 12 Pains Of Christmas" is written by Bob Rivers and I do not claim the rights to this song. I am not making any money from this, I am simply doing this for the fun of it. Any plot devices and original characters belong to me alone and are simply a figment of my imagination.
Song Links: Want to listen to the song? You can listen to it here. To download it for your own collection, you can find it here.

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The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: Five months of bills!

Draco stared at the roll of parchment that seemed to stretch from one end of the house to another.

"What's this, then?" he wondered, proud of the fact that his voice was calm.

"A list of things I bought for the orphanages and Hogwarts." Harry told him, checking something on the parchment to the items in the large box on the floor.

"And what, exactly, did you buy for the little tykes?"

"Clothes, toys, a couple of Christmas trees, lights, stockings, four large Christmas hams..." As Harry rattled off his extremely large list, Draco clenched his fist at his sides and counted backward from seven million...in Swahili.

An hour later...

"...new cauldrons, potions supplies, new Quidditch gear, brooms, new tables for the Great Hall, and dinnerware." Harry finished, "You're angry."

Draco let out a slow steady breath, "I'm not angry. I'm just wondering why you felt the need to buy it all at once."

"Because it's Christmas and I wanted to. I never had a lot when I was younger and now that I have so much, I want to give back to the very people who accepted me, made me feel like I belonged here."

"Sounds like a good reason to me." Severus nodded.

"You okay with this?" Harry wondered. Draco saw the saddened look in his lover's eyes and felt his heart melt. He smiled and pulled Harry into his arms.

"It's fine, Harry."

"Thanks, love." Harry whispered in his ear.

- - -

The sixth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: facing the in-laws...

Draco bit back the words that wanted to escape when he stepped out of the floo. All he could see was a room full of red hair and freckles. One of the twins (and it galled him to no end he still couldn't tell them apart after all these years) instantly latched on to his leg and wouldn't let go.

"Merry Christmas, Uncle Draco." the little ball of energy smiled up at him.

In for a knut... "Merry Christmas, Charity." Draco replied. The 6-year old girl clinging to his leg smiled widely at him, revealing two missing teeth.

"You remembered my name this time!" He bent down and pulled the littlest Weasley into his arms.

"Well so I did. And where is your sister?"

"Serenity took Uncle Harry into the back to show him her new broom. Grandma Molly said we could try them out tomorrow."

"Draco! You made it!" exclaimed Molly, coming into the kitchen. She took Charity from him and shooed her into the living room before taking Draco's things and shoving a glass of eggnog into his hands. He set it down quickly when she wasn't looking and waded his way through the sea of Red to join his partners near the warm fire beside the Christmas tree.

This may be the best Christmas yet, if I'm starting to tolerate The Weasleys. Draco thought to himself as he pulled Harry into his arms. Harry smiled at him and rested his head on Draco's shoulder as the soft sounds of a Christmas melody filtered from the wireless.
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