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A/N OK People...I'm doing a little treat for all you Draco Harry nutters out there. This story takes place over a twelve-day period at Hogwarts in Harry's seventh year. SOOO, I will be posting (God willing) a 'day' PER day for the next twelve days! Kewl huh? Needless to say by the title this IS a Christmas fic, so beware of probable jolly-ness and polar holiday depression.

The Twelve Days Of Christmas By: Gum Acacia



On The First Day Of Christmas, My True Love Gave To Me...



"Twelve days! Can you believe it?"

Harry Potter rolled over onto his side to get a better look at his Irish roommate. The two were in their dorm room with the intention of getting some much needed homework done over their Christmas break, but so far Harry had just been laying on his bed while Seamus chatted away aimlessly about this and that. Apparently they were done discussing the complete unlikelihood of Snape letting them use some of his private books for research and had moved onto a new subject. "What's Twelve days?" asked Harry trying to keep up with Seamus' quick flowing thoughts.

"Wh- what? Twelve days 'til Christmas of course!" Seamus stood up waving his arms as if trying to emphasize the ridiculousness of Harry's question.

"Oh," Harry said. "Ya, I guess it is."

Seamus gave Harry and incredulous stare, as if the idea of someone not being completely overjoyed with the holidays had never occurred to him. "You *guess* it is? Are you telling me I've been living with a Scrooge these past seven years and I've never known it?"

Harry chuckled softly, "I like Christmas as much as the next bloke, but I'm just not really 'in the spirit' this year, if you know what I mean."

Seamus walked over to Harry and sat down hard on his bed. "No, I don't know what you mean. It's Christmas for heavens sake! Time for jollies and snow and extra dessert during dinner and-"

"I get your point Seamus," said Harry quickly cutting him off. "But it's just not the same this year."

Seamus sighed, "Is this because Ron's not here?"

Harry rolled back onto his stomach. "Ron's not here, and Hermione's not here, and Sirius is off and some damn mission with Remus again getting into who knows what kind of trouble! And this is the first day of our Christmas holiday and I feel like Dragon dung, and Voldemort's still bloody well out there waiting to try and kill me yet again and-"

"OK, OK I get *your* point." Seamus stood up and crossed back over to his bed. He kneeled down in front of his trunk, which he started to tear into without restraint.

"What are you looking for?"

Seamus ignored Harry's question and continued his search until he grabbed something and jumped to his feet again, a wild grin plastered on his face. "I found it!"

Harry sat up on his bed, brows furrowed together in puzzlement. "What did you find?"

Seamus flopped down on Harry's bed once again and shoved what looked like an old diary under Harry's nose. "This, my dear Harry, is 'The Seamus Finnigan Record Of Charitable Acts Of Kindness And Miracles' and *this* just so happens to be your key to a Happy Christmas!"

Harry looked completely bewildered. "What is that book, and how is that going to help me?"

Seamus grinned, "Harry, I take it upon myself to help souls less fortunate then I. This book is a complete record of all that I've done." He opened the book to the center and pointed to the middle of a page. "This is where I worked my magic and conspired to help Neville finally win the heart of Miss. Virginia Weasley."

"Connived you mean," Harry said laughing.

"Yes, well that doesn't have the same ring to it. And this," he said turning the page, "is where, because of my ample connections, our Hermione made Head Girl!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Of course! I'm sure it had nothing to do with her being top Prefect or having perfect grades."

Seamus slugged him in the arm. "Don't mock my abilities Harry. It's a great honor to be in this book, I make things happen! And I'm putting you down so you *will* have a Merry Christmas or Patrick wasn't a Saint!"

"Really, Seamus you don't-"

"Not a word, Potter! You're in the book and that's that." He moved back over to his own bed, quickly added Harry's name with a grin and placed the book back in his trunk. "So, what shall we start you out with? Yuletide carols? Snow angels? We could slip the Professors eggnog and see who starts snogging."

Harry laughed, "Somehow I don't think getting a detention is the way to start off my holiday."

"Could be quite interesting though. My bets on Filch and Madam Pince, they both get their rocks off by tormenting students. Quite romantic really, I can just imagine him serenading her...'Students roasting on an open fire, Mrs. Norris biting off their toes'..."

Harry made retching noises, "I really can't decide which is worse, roasting students or Filch singing!"

"I'd say the idea of Pince and Filch snogging." Seamus walked towards the window and looked out into the night. The flurries were falling fast and the grounds of Hogwarts looked picturesque in the snow. He looked back to Harry, who had resumed lying on his bed, and noticed the small frown on his face. 'This is going to be harder then I planned' he thought to himself.

Harry had closed his eyes. He was trying to shut out all the nagging thoughts that had been plaguing his mind lately. What he was going to do after school was top on his list. He'd gotten used to living with his friends for the past seven years, and he wasn't sure how quickly he would adapt to being on his own. He would finally be leaving the Dursley's, and that was good. But he still wouldn't be able to live with Sirius. Not until they proved Peter Pettigrew was still alive...not until Voldemort was stopped. Number two on his list. And then there came the thought he would soon have to be fighting in a war. Fighting against people he knew, maybe even people he went to school with. What if, one day, he had to kill one them? Could he really do that? Sliver eyes and a cold sneer flashed in his mind. "If I have to," he said softly, almost as if to convince himself.

"What's that mate?"

Harry sat up and noticed Seamus had been staring at him from the window. He blushed and lowered his head. "I just said I'm hungry. We should be getting down to dinner soon anyway."

Seamus nodded his head, and though there was a flash in his eyes that said he didn't quite believe Harry, it was gone quickly and replaced by a large grin. "We'll get to see who's all stayed on! I still can't believe we're the only seventh year Gryffindors!"

Harry shook his head; "Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown are still here."

Seamus made a face and stuck out his tongue. "You couldn't get those two apart with a blasting potion. Besides, I've dated them both so I think I'll have to leave the house this year for any Yuletide loving."

Harry laughed and got to his feet making his way towards the door, "Seamus, I don't think there's a seventh year left you haven't dated."

"Well then, it's either on to the lower years, or onto the blokes."

Harry turned around, his eyebrows arched in surprise. "Boys?"

Seamus just grinned wickedly, his accent growing thick, "A snog is a snog Harry, that's all I'm saying. Now come on, I wanna get down and see which professors stayed."

The two Gryffindors made their way down flights of stairs and through countless corridors as they made their way down to the great hall. Harry walked through the doors stopping in the entrance. It always seemed so bare during the Holidays when less then a fifth of the students were all that remained. "Looks like its Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall and Snape."

Seamus groaned loudly, "Snape stayed! Between him and Filch this is going to make any nighttime intrigues practically impossible!"

Harry just grinned, "Not impossible. We'll just have to be a little more resourceful." He immediately thought of his fathers' invisibility cloak. Maybe it was time to let Seamus in on his little secret.

Seamus clapped Harry hard on the shoulder, "Well, at least things can't get any worse, eh mate?"

A drawling voice from behind them suggested otherwise. "Are you going to move anytime soon, or have you both decided to become permanent fixtures of the great hall?"

Harry turned around to look into the snarling face of one Draco Malfoy. He was flanked on both sides by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. Draco had 'upgraded' his lackeys in his sixth year. True, neither Blaise nor Pansy could offer the same kind of physical protection Crabbe or Goyle did. But everyone knew that Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson were the top Slytherins in all their classes, dangerous with both potions and wand work, and very few people dared to get in their way. Dean Thomas often referred to them as Ron, Harry and Hermione's 'bizzaro' world opposites. "The door's wide enough for you to walk around, Malfoy. Or can't your big-head fit through?"

Draco merely smirked, "It's that Gryffindor sarcasm that just strikes every one to the core." He walked purposely into Harry knocking him hard in the shoulder. "Oh do forgive me Potter, it seems your razor wit has impaired my ability to sidestep."

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Think nothing of it Malfoy, you being impaired never really does come as a surprise."

Draco laughed once, his eyes holding no mirth. "There it is again. Pansy, Blaise, come on, I don't think I can take much more of Potter's flouts." The three made their way over to the Slytherin table, laughing pointedly at Seamus and Harry.

Seamus pulled Harry forcefully and dragged him towards the Gryffindor table, "Ignore him Harry, that boy has a piece of coal shoved so far up his arse, in a few more months, he'll have a diamond."

Harry laughed but continued to stare in Draco's direction. From time to time the Slytherin would match Harry's eye with an icy glare, but Harry never backed down. He kept his eyes trained on Draco following his every move. He frowned, there was something about him that got under Harry's skin and refused to leave. Harry watched as Draco sent an assault of wizard-crackers at a small group of terrified looking first years. "Bastard," Harry mumbled.

"What has that, Harry?"

Harry finally broke his stare from Draco and turned to face Seamus. "Nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Seamus rolled his eyes, "You've spent the whole night staring at him Harry, are you trying to ruin your Christmas?"

Harry glanced once more at Draco, this time the Slytherin had a small grin on his lips; his eyes were burrowing into Harry's. He quickly turned back to Seamus; a small blush on his cheeks as the feeling of being 'caught' doing something washed over him. "You're right, I'm just gonna head back to the dorm. I'll see you later."

Harry hurried quickly out of the great hall the whole time aware that Malfoy's eyes were burning a whole in the back of his neck. He made his way to the common room as quick as possible, spouted out the password and made his way to his dorm room. Inside he flung himself on his bed. His last Christmas at Hogwarts was turning out to be his worst yet. Friend's gone and enemies aplenty...Harry had a difficult time falling to sleep that night.

As a result, Harry never heard Seamus sneak back into their dorm. He stared down at the sleeping Harry and shook his head. No matter what he was resolved that Harry have a good Christmas. And if it came down to cursing Malfoy out of the school himself, he was going to do it. "Happy Christmas, Harry," Seamus said as he drifted off to a swift sleep.

A/N So, that was fun hehehe. This is just the beginning!

A preview for tomorrow - An old tradition is revealed to Harry, and Draco does that eyebrow thing we all love so much lol!