The 12 Pains Of Christmas – The Hogwarts Way Pt 4Author:
PG13 for languageSummary:
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:
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- - -The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: The Salvation Army.
"And just why are we doing this again?" Draco wondered as he skirted around dozens of boxes that had been stacked in their attic. Harry blew dust off one such box and sneezed.
"Because we don't need any of this stuff anymore." Severus replied, handing Harry a handkerchief.
"But it's my stuff, why should I give it to some dirty little orphan who probably won't take care of it properly?" Draco scowled. Harry looked up at him sharply, pain in his eyes.
"I'm one of those 'dirty little orphans', Draco. I can't believe you just said that." Harry whispered, hurt.
"Harry-" But Harry brushed by him, leaving him and Severus alone in the attic.
"After all that Harry has been through, you say the one thing guaranteed to hurt him the most. I cannot believe you, Draco." Severus said, disappointment coloring his tone.
"I didn't mean it, you know that."
"Then you also know why this charity function is important to Harry!" Severus snapped.
"I suppose you're mad at me, too." Draco sighed. Severus sat down next to Draco on the dusty floor and pulled him close.
"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad over the fact that after all we've been through to be together, all the battles we've fought, you still can't let your heart go."
"Someone once told me I don't have a heart." Draco stated.
"Do you love me?" Severus wondered. Draco looked at him, startled.
"Of course I do."
"Do you love Harry?"
"How do you know, Draco?" Severus asked. Draco stared at him, unsure how to answer. Severus saw this in his eyes and nodded. He got to his feet, dusting himself off. "When you know the answer, only then will your heart decide." Severus turned and left the room.