Title: The 12 Pains Of Christmas – The Hogwarts Way Pt 2
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 third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: Hangovers...

"Draco, you need to get up. You'll be late for work." a voice whispered in his ear. Draco groaned and turned his head toward the speaker, regretting it not a moment later when a herd of dragons began doing the Can-Can in his head.

"Am I dead?" he moaned.

"No, but you should be after all that eggnog you drank last night. Didn't I warn you George always spikes it with vodka?" Draco cracked open an eye and stared at Harry and Severus, both of whom had amused smirks on their faces.

"Just kill me," Draco told them, "I could use a Hangover potion right now."

"Hermione took the last of it for Ron and I haven't had a chance to brew more. You'll have to cure it the muggle way." Severus told him smugly. Draco looked at him, stunned, as Harry set a large glass on the bedside table.

"Tomato juice and hot sauce. Will definitely cure what ails you. Who wants steak and eggs?" Harry asked. Draco turned green and bolted for the bathroom.

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The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: Sending Christmas Cards...

"Oh this is beyond ridiculous!" Draco exclaimed, staring at the pile of cards covering every available surface of their living room.

"You promised you'd help me." Harry pouted.

"I promised to help you send Christmas cards to a few select people! Not the whole bloody wizarding community!"

"There are muggle ones here as well." Severus stated from his desk where he was tackling a stack of cards from former Hogwarts staff and students.

Harry scowled at him, "Fine, if you aren't going to help you can sleep in the guest room tonight."

After a moment of silence, Draco shuffled over to the chair across the desk that Harry was using and picked up an unsealed envelope.

"Can I at least use magic?"

"No." Harry told him, "Get licking."

"I'd rather be licking anything but envelopes right now." Draco muttered, thinking he hadn't been heard.

"That can be arranged. I believe our former Minister Fudge needs his arse shined." Severus stated, getting angry on Harry's behalf. Severus was getting sick of Draco's general whining and upsetting Harry. Draco's face flushed red and he silently began licking envelopes.

Hours later...

"Hear that, Harry?" Severus asked. Harry looked up at him.

"What's that?"

"Blessed silence." Severus smiled, pointedly looking at Draco. Draco scowled at them both.

"I warned you not to lick your lips after all those envelopes. Not my fault your lips glued shut." Harry laughed. Draco turned his glare up another notch, which had no effect on Harry. Harry waved his wand to clean Draco's face and proceeded to snog him senseless. Draco forgot his anger after that, "Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome." Draco smiled, still dazed from the kiss.

Maybe this won't be so bad, if it keeps putting a smile on his face. Draco thought to himself...