The 12 Pains Of Christmas – The Hogwarts Way Pt 5Author:
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 eighth thing at Christmas, that's such a pain to me: I WANT A TRANSFORMER FOR CHRISTMAS!
For the tenth time this day, Draco wondered how he let Harry and Severus talk him into this ridiculous farce.Oh yeah! Harry gave me his sad-eyed, kicked puppy look, and Severus threatened to withhold sex...for a month!
"Smile...Santa!" Harry hissed between his teeth as the next child in line moved to sit on "Santa" Draco's lap. Draco resisted the urge to growl and turned a bright smile on the blonde, blue-eyed boy in his lap.
"And what do you want for Christmas, little boy? (1)" Draco/Santa asked. The little boy looked at him with wide unblinking eyes for the longest time. Just when Draco was about to send the child on his way, he came back to reality with a blink.
"I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!" the boy exclaimed in one breath. Draco stared at him, shocked for a moment, before an absurd thought came to him.
"You'll shoot your eye out, kid! Merry Christmas!" And he pushed the little menace off his lap.
"Draco!" Harry growled.
"Don't tell me you didn't think of it either."
"I did, but still -"
"I will not contribute to the delinquency of a minor, no matter how long Severus holds back sex." Draco whispered. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he drew forward the next child.
"I WANT A TRANSFORMER FOR CHRISTMAS!!" the kid shouted directly in Draco's ear. Draco looked at Harry, whose face was bright red with suppressed laughter.
"You. Owe. Me." Draco growled.(1) From the Jean Sheppard movie "A Christmas Story" – which I also do not own.