On The First Day of Christmas
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lokifanTitle: On The First Day of Christmas
Word count: ~800
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a rewrite and completion of an idea I had a couple of years ago: eighth year, and Draco is getting a gift every day of Christmas from Harry Potter. He’s not sure why.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes:
25th December – Christmas Day
“On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me...”
Draco sang under his breath as he looked through his presents. They were nice – such a bland word, the sort of word you’d use in a thank-you letter to a great aunt, but an accurate one.
Not that he wasn’t grateful, or that they weren’t all expensive things he’d enjoy. They were all better than what he’d got last year, shivering and flinching from Death Eaters while he sat with his parents in a corner. His mother had given him a book of defensive spells and he’d held on so hard his fingertips went numb.
This was better. Definitely. But it was hard to be properly gleeful on his own.
Draco had enjoyed his day – the Christmas dinner was delicious, and he’d talked to different sixth-year Slytherins, and exchanged greetings with Terry Boot. But now he was back here, Draco had been struck full force by the reality of a Christmas holiday with his friends away and his parents in a hotel while the Manor was revamped. At first it had been nice, reading and catching up on work alone; he was blissfully relaxed after a term spent flinching at every raised voice. The wand he was using didn’t fit him properly, but Ollivander wouldn’t sell to them, so he was making the best of it and trying not to get into fights.
It was probably good to have soothing time alone, really. But it was a bit depressing to be spending Christmas without anyone who really liked you around.
Don’t be stupid. Presents! Focus!
Draco picked up The Ley Line Conspiracy, a decidedly un-literary book his father must have slipped in on the sly, and got stuck in to the daring adventures of a maverick Auror and his nemesis.
The Head of the Auror Office was threatening to take Thornton’s badge when a tiny owl pelted in through the door – it must have managed to get into Slytherin with a student. It winged its way right up to him and flew round and round his head so fast Draco began to feel dizzy. The candles flickered in its wake.
“What the hell is up with you?” he demanded of it. “Weird little – bugger. I remember you. You’re Weasley’s owl.”
Draco grabbed it out of the air with one swipe, and wished someone had seen him do it. Draco Malfoy, Super Seeker! He opened his hand. The owl looked a little ruffled, but still had a firm hold on its parcel. Draco eyed it with deep suspicion. Weasley had already announced his plans to join his brother George at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. It would be just like him to announce a new product by using it on Draco.
It was wrapped in painfully clichéd scarlet wrapping paper with gold holly leaves on it. Draco turned it over, feeling the smoothness of whatever it was underneath the paper. It was a weird shape, too. The parcel was long, about ten inches, and thin. In fact, it was exactly the shape of a –
Wand!
The next second, Draco was tearing into the package like there was no tomorrow, his ears full of the ripping sound and his own breathing. Please, please, please... it’s got to be... “YES!”
His wand! His wand! It was actually there! Draco dropped everything, including the owl, and started dancing, bright green sparks shooting from the end of his wand. It was glorious. The familiar feel of the wood was bliss under his hand; it was practically crackling with magic.
Draco noticed something else – a bit of parchment had fluttered out of the brown paper when it hit the floor. He picked it up, absently noticing the twittering little bird fly from the room.
Malfoy,
Hermione’s done some research for me. It turns out a wand isn’t always conquered when it’s taken away – that’s why people can practice duelling. If a person takes a wand belonging to a friend, they can return it and it will still belong to them. We’ve never been friends. But I hope returning this wand to you and hoping you can use this gift will be enough.
Merry Christmas
- Harry Potter
Draco fingered his wand. For a moment he shivered – he felt as if Potter’s hand was laid over his, his essence still imprinted on the wood. The wand wasn’t his yet, he could feel that, but he could still use it.
“Lumos!”
Word count: ~800
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a rewrite and completion of an idea I had a couple of years ago: eighth year, and Draco is getting a gift every day of Christmas from Harry Potter. He’s not sure why.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes:
25th December – Christmas Day
“On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me...”
Draco sang under his breath as he looked through his presents. They were nice – such a bland word, the sort of word you’d use in a thank-you letter to a great aunt, but an accurate one.
Not that he wasn’t grateful, or that they weren’t all expensive things he’d enjoy. They were all better than what he’d got last year, shivering and flinching from Death Eaters while he sat with his parents in a corner. His mother had given him a book of defensive spells and he’d held on so hard his fingertips went numb.
This was better. Definitely. But it was hard to be properly gleeful on his own.
Draco had enjoyed his day – the Christmas dinner was delicious, and he’d talked to different sixth-year Slytherins, and exchanged greetings with Terry Boot. But now he was back here, Draco had been struck full force by the reality of a Christmas holiday with his friends away and his parents in a hotel while the Manor was revamped. At first it had been nice, reading and catching up on work alone; he was blissfully relaxed after a term spent flinching at every raised voice. The wand he was using didn’t fit him properly, but Ollivander wouldn’t sell to them, so he was making the best of it and trying not to get into fights.
It was probably good to have soothing time alone, really. But it was a bit depressing to be spending Christmas without anyone who really liked you around.
Don’t be stupid. Presents! Focus!
Draco picked up The Ley Line Conspiracy, a decidedly un-literary book his father must have slipped in on the sly, and got stuck in to the daring adventures of a maverick Auror and his nemesis.
The Head of the Auror Office was threatening to take Thornton’s badge when a tiny owl pelted in through the door – it must have managed to get into Slytherin with a student. It winged its way right up to him and flew round and round his head so fast Draco began to feel dizzy. The candles flickered in its wake.
“What the hell is up with you?” he demanded of it. “Weird little – bugger. I remember you. You’re Weasley’s owl.”
Draco grabbed it out of the air with one swipe, and wished someone had seen him do it. Draco Malfoy, Super Seeker! He opened his hand. The owl looked a little ruffled, but still had a firm hold on its parcel. Draco eyed it with deep suspicion. Weasley had already announced his plans to join his brother George at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. It would be just like him to announce a new product by using it on Draco.
It was wrapped in painfully clichéd scarlet wrapping paper with gold holly leaves on it. Draco turned it over, feeling the smoothness of whatever it was underneath the paper. It was a weird shape, too. The parcel was long, about ten inches, and thin. In fact, it was exactly the shape of a –
Wand!
The next second, Draco was tearing into the package like there was no tomorrow, his ears full of the ripping sound and his own breathing. Please, please, please... it’s got to be... “YES!”
His wand! His wand! It was actually there! Draco dropped everything, including the owl, and started dancing, bright green sparks shooting from the end of his wand. It was glorious. The familiar feel of the wood was bliss under his hand; it was practically crackling with magic.
Draco noticed something else – a bit of parchment had fluttered out of the brown paper when it hit the floor. He picked it up, absently noticing the twittering little bird fly from the room.
Malfoy,
Hermione’s done some research for me. It turns out a wand isn’t always conquered when it’s taken away – that’s why people can practice duelling. If a person takes a wand belonging to a friend, they can return it and it will still belong to them. We’ve never been friends. But I hope returning this wand to you and hoping you can use this gift will be enough.
Merry Christmas
- Harry Potter
Draco fingered his wand. For a moment he shivered – he felt as if Potter’s hand was laid over his, his essence still imprinted on the wood. The wand wasn’t his yet, he could feel that, but he could still use it.
“Lumos!”