A/N: It's done...done...stares in shock I finished something, by myself. OMGOMGOMG! Ehem. I'd also like to apologize for taking so darn long to finish this fic and in way of apology this chapter is 15 pages long!
Many thanks to my beta-reader, NSW.

The Tenth Thing at Christmas that's such a Pain to me: Batteries not Included

"What about this one?" Harry asked, handing over the walkie-talkie set. They'd been in this store for hours, scanning the shelves for something to give to Mr. Weasley and so far nothing had been deemed good enough by either Harry or Snape. Geoffrey was continuously trying to wander off into the toy section, hypnotized by the noises and colors. Every time they had dragged him back his excuse had been, "But Uncle Harry! They move! How do the muggles make it move?!" Parents had dragged their screaming children by, clicking their tongues as if their spawn were acting better than their Geoffrey.

"What about it?"

"What about it?" Geoffrey parroted, trying to pitch his voice down low enough to sound like Snape's.

"Geoffrey," Snape growled, but it didn't have any effect on the five-year-old who just giggled and latched onto Harry's unoccupied hand.

"Geoffrey," he mimicked, scrunching up his face in distaste.

"Don't be such a prick, Severus, what do you think about it? Will it even work?"

Snape plucked the electronic out of Harry's hand and turned it over to inspect it. "It should, it runs on 'batteries'."

Harry nodded and took them back, flipping them over in his hands to read the back. "Oh for the love of God," he groaned, his eyes narrowing in on the bottom.

"What's wrong?"

"'Batteries not included'. That's what is wrong!"

"Uncle Sev'rus, Uncle Harry, I gotta go to the potty," Geoffrey whined, jumping up and down jerking Harry's hand with him.

Harry shot Snape a dirty look that Snape just ignored. He knew going shopping was going to be a bad idea this close to Christmas.

The Eleventh thing at Christmas that's such a Pain to me: Stale TV specials

Snape smirked as he watched Harry wrestle on the floor with Geoffrey. He swirled his eggnog, Potter's idea, he had quietly told him that drinking in front of Geoffrey would be disastrous since he liked to try everything the adults were having and would tantrum when he didn't get any.

"Uncle Harry?"

Harry stopped and glared at Snape who had snorted into his beverage. His hair stuck up in all directions and his glasses were only hanging off one ear now. His face was pink with exertion but Geoffrey's inquiry had Harry panting trying to answer.

"Yeah, Geoff?"

"Could you tell me a story, pwease?"

Harry grinned and scooted back until his back pressed against the armchair across from where Snape sat. He held out his arms and spread his legs and Geoffrey came crawling rapidly across the floor and snuggled against Harry's chest. Harry locked his arms around the little boy and buried his nose in the sweet smelling blonde hair.

"All right then," Harry announced once they were properly adjusted. "I bet you haven't heard any Muggle Christmas stories before have you?"

Geoffrey shook his head. Harry pulled out his wand and summoned a book that came sailing from the bags in the corner. Harry met Snape's inquisitive stare with a sheepish grin. "I couldn't resist, just buying presents is so dull."

"I see," Snape drawled, setting his drink down. "What else have you purchased without me knowing?"

"Nothing that you need to know about tonight," Harry replied smirking. "Don't you know not to ask what someone bought this close to Christmas?"

"Yes, you seem to feel the need to tell me this every blessed year."

Harry grinned. "Then quit asking already!"

Snape arched an eyebrow and remained silent. Harry saw Geoffrey had snatched the book from his hands and was already trying to read it without him.

"What's that word, Uncle Harry?"

Harry looked to where Geoffrey was pointing and grinned. "Scrooge."

"What's a Scrooge, Uncle Harry?"

Harry snickered and his eyes flickered up to meet Snape's amused countenance. "Well, Geoffrey, a Scrooge is a person who doesn't like Christmas much at all."

"You mean like Uncle Sev'rus?"

"He's certainly Scrooge-like, yes."

Harry yelped as something stung his foot. He caught Snape pocketing his wand and he stuck out his tongue.

"I most certainly am not a Scrooge."

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. "Oh please, old man, don't get me started."

Snape narrowed his eyes. "Enlighten me then. I cannot recall a single time where I showed disdain for the holiday."

Harry snorted. "'The holiday', come on Severus, you are joking right? You like this holiday about as much as I like making potions, which is very little to none at all."

Geoffrey tugged on Harry's collar to grab his attention once again. "I thought you were going to read this to me."

Harry smiled softly, but even Geoffrey's annoyance didn't stop him from sticking his tongue out one last time at Snape. He was positive there would be retribution for this later. He certainly hoped there would be anyways. "Course I am, buddy. So what have you gotten so far?"

"Once 'pon a time," Geoffrey declared.

Harry stroked Geoffrey's shaggy blonde hair, debating on whether he should attempt to cut it before the Malfoy's came for Christmas. "That's great! Anything else."

Geoffrey shook his head and stared down at the illustrated page expectantly. "Why don't the picture move?"

"It's a Muggle book Geoff. Muggles only have moving pictures at their cinemas."

"Oh," Geoffrey said sounding as if he understood which Harry knew he didn't. "That's okay then."

"I'm so glad you think so." Harry adjusted Geoffrey on his lap, than turned his gaze down onto the book. "Once upon a time," Harry began in hushed tones, "-- of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve -- old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house."

"What's a countin' house, Uncle Harry?"

"Well, I suppose it's a bit like Gringott's Bank actually," Harry explained uncertainly.

Geoffrey twisted to look up at him with wide eyes. "You mean that Scrooge is a goblin?"

"No Scrooge is a man."

"But I thought only goblin's worked in banks."

"Wizarding banks, yes, but not the Muggle one's. They're run entirely by people."

"That's weird, Uncle Harry," Geoffrey stated, before looking down at the book. "Is that Scrooge?"

Harry looked upon the picture of an elderly man hunched over a desk with a quill and ink and an irritable expression. It was so uncannily like Snape he almost snorted. He could easily see the man looking exactly like that in 40 or so years, but hopefully less miserable, definitely less miserable if he had any say in it. His eyes flitted up to catch Snape's and he felt the faint brush of magic against his mind. He let Snape in without resistance. Snape glared at Harry's thoughts.

"Yes it is."

"He looks like Uncle Sev'rus."

Harry grinned and shot Snape a triumphant grin. Snape sighed exasperatedly and picked up his eggnog again.

"It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them. The city clocks had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already -- it had not been light all day -- and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices, like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air."

"Huh?" Geoffrey asked.

Harry laughed. "It was cold and foggy. People were cold so they were bouncing around and rubbing their hands to keep warm. It was three in the afternoon but it had been dark at all that day and people in the building's surrounding Scrooge people were lighting candles."


"You want to hear something else instead, Geoff?"

Geoffrey looked afraid to say 'no' but he nodded. "Yes, pwease."

"Good, because Dickens puts me to sleep."

"Then why in Merlin's name did you buy the blasted book, Potter?"

Harry set the book aside and wrapped his arms around Geoffrey. "Because it's a holiday classic and it's the only thing Dickens wrote that wasn't completely dry."

Snape snorted. "True enough, but now what are you going to read? Don't tell me you have the collected works of Jane Austen in that bag of yours as well."

"No, definitely not."

"Then what, might I ask are you going to tell young Geoffrey?"

"Why Severus I thought you'd never ask." Geoffrey giggled when Harry tickled his sides. "I'm going to recite the Night before Christmas from memory."

"Merlin forbid," Snape sneered, but the small smirk completely destroyed the effect. He extended his hand to the little boy on the ground. "Geoffrey come here, so we can listen to Harry botch a perfectly good Christmas story."

"Hey! I'll let you know I've been telling this story to the twins since they were two," Harry huffed, reluctantly letting Geoffrey go to Snape. Snape effortlessly picked the child up and settled him onto his lap. Geoffrey was beaming and snuggling against Snape's chest and Harry desperately wished he could procure a camera. The lightening from the fire cast their shadows onto the far wall and if Harry had been in the mood to be artistic he could produce his own Christmas cards from that picture alone.

"You may proceed."

"Thanks ever so much."

Snape inclined his head regally and Geoffrey burst out in giggles again. Things had been different since Snape's uncle had left. Snape had relaxed and gone back to the way he usually was mid-summer when school was out and no one was around to see him lounging casually around. It was nice to see Snape and Geoffrey getting along finally. Geoffrey gushed about Snape most nights now as Harry tucked him in to bed. He would babble about all the things he did with the Potion's Master that day and what he hoped they would do tomorrow. Harry would always listen and ask questions as he waited for Geoffrey to talk himself to sleep.

Harry had rewarded Snape duly for loosening up in his own way, which he could not think about with Geoffrey in the room. He cleared his throat dramatically and stood up. Green eyes glittering mischievously, he began to weave his tale.

"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse." He quickly summoned Dicken's novel and transfigured it into a stuffed mouse before wiggling it in Geoffrey's face. The five-year-old giggled and batted it away. Harry stepped backwards and handed the stuffed animal to the little blonde. Geoffrey grabbed it quickly, holding it closely. Harry summoned his bag of items from across the room with a grin. He set it beside him on the floor and noticed he had a bit of an audience.

"You came prepared," Snape stated, eyeing the bag warily.

"Of course!" Harry said cheerfully. Geoffrey was playing with the mouse's big grey ears and Harry quickly resumed the story. "The stockings were hung from the chimneys with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there."

Geoffrey peered at him from beneath bleach blonde fringe excitedly. Smart boy Malfoy was raising, Harry thought as he produced a stocking with the name Geoffrey inscribed on it with silver glitter. Geoffrey leapt off Snape's lap and Harry handed him the stocking. The little boy walked over to the fireplace with a thoughtful expression as he determined where to hang the stocking.

"There!" Geoffrey said, pointing at the far right of the mantel. Harry nodded and smiled. He went over and lifted Geoffrey up so the boy could place the stocking there. He heard Snape move around and felt the faint rush of magic sweep past him and hit the stocking. He glanced over his shoulder with an amused expression. "It's stickin', Uncle Harry!"

"Is it really?" Harry asked feigning shock as he pulled Geoffrey back from the fireplace and settled him back on the ground. Geoffrey scurried back to Snape who had resumed his seat and from all appearances looked as if he hadn't moved from his seat since Geoffrey left his lap. He waited for Geoffrey to settle down with the stuffed mouse, before moving along to finish off the story. He hadn't realized how late it was getting until he had seen the mantel clock. It was getting to be Geoffrey's bedtime.

"The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; and mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of midday to the objects below; when to my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer."
Geoffrey looked to be filled with questions about this and was barely containing them.

"Yes, Geoff?"

"Uncle Harry are reindeers real?"
Harry grinned and nodded. "Of course they're real, just as real as me and you."

"Really?" Geoffrey breathed, eyes wide with awe. "Cause Susan said they weren't and her mommy told her so."

"Well Susan's mommy is wrong, isn't she?"

Snape arched a brow that Harry ignored totally. Geoffrey seemed to be thinking about what he said before beaming. "I can't wait to tell Susan when I go back to school!"

"Any other questions?"

Geoffrey shook his head. "What happened next?"

Harry chewed on his lip as he quickly went through the story in his head before remembering where he was. "With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; 'Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!'"

"Does Santa really say that cause it sounds silly?"

Harry laughed. "I dunno Geoff he just might. Can I keep going?"


Harry nodded. "As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly."

Geoffrey giggled at the description then yawned. Harry knew that by the time he finished Geoffrey would be sound asleep.

"He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf," Harry said, lowering his voice just a pitch as he saw Geoffrey's eyelids begin to droop. "And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose." Harry cut off abruptly and jerked his head down at the little boy on Snape's lap.

"Is he sleeping?" Snape muttered quietly, not daring to move his head for fear of waking the boy.

Harry nodded with a fond smile. "Want me to put him to bed?"

I am not incapable of handling a child, Harry."

"Never said you were," Harry said, shrugging lightly. "Wouldn't dream of thinking otherwise."

"Potter, you were never a good actor, don't think to start now. Now go open the door."
Harry saluted and went to the door leading from the sitting room to the hall and opened it.

"Cheeky brat," Snape grunted as Harry bowed low once Snape stepped through the doorway.

The twelfth thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me: Singing Christmas carols


Harry's eyes shot open as something heavy jumped on his chest causing the air to rush out of him. Dark eyes were shining bright with excitement at him.

"S'Christmas Uncle Harry!" Geoffrey exclaimed excitedly, rolling off of him and onto Snape. Harry couldn't imagine that Severus enjoyed that all too much and was quite correct when he felt the man tense beside him. Harry clasped his hand and squeezed gently, in both warning and sympathy. It was Christmas after all and he really shouldn't have expected anything different from Geoffrey.

"Come here, Geoff," Harry rasped as he struggled to get into a sitting position. He held out a hand and the boy bounced off Severus's stomach and onto Harry's lap. Harry ruffled Geoffrey's hair then with a wicked grin, began to tickle the boy until he was breathless. He felt the mattress dip as Snape sat up then got off the bed to go to the bathroom.

"Is Uncle Severus angwy wif me?" Geoffrey asked, once Harry let up with the tickle attack.

"Course not, love. He's just a mean grouchy bear this early in the morning."

"M'sorry Uncle Harry," Geoffrey mumbled, his blonde hair falling in unruly shambles over
his face. "Didn' mean to wake you up early."

Harry pecked the boy's forhead and smiled reassuringly. "It's Christmas Geoff. Let's go see what you got!"

Geoffrey immediately perked up and was off the bed in a manner seconds, leaving Harry to wake up just enough to scramble after him. He paused in the doorway to the parlor, noting with some amusement the mistletoe hanging above his head. He didn't remember hanging that there himself and he knew Geoffrey didn't have enough control on his magic to put it there so that left only one person. He rested his forearm against the door frame as Geoffrey crawled around the enormous tree, looking for gifts with his name on the tags. The five-year-old didn't seem to have any problems finding the first one either.

He yawned silently leaning his forehead in the crook of his elbow. Strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him off the archway and backwards. Harry hummed gently as Snape rested his chin on top of his head.

"Geoffrey's already in the presents I see."

Harry grinned, inhaling deeply, his eyes slipping shut for a brief moment. If he turned around now, perhaps…

"Uncle Severus, can I open it now?" Geoffrey whined. Harry opened his eyes to see Geoffrey holding up a package with shiny silver foil. He smiled indulgently and nodded even as Snape murmured his acquiescence. There was a flurry of activity as Geoffrey tore into the wrapping gaily. His expression was one of utter joyous abandonment.

"Go join him," Severus said softly, his hands moving to settle on Harry's hips. He prodded Harry into the room, with a swat to the bottom. Harry's mouth dropped in shock, but his eyes sparkled with delight. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it with a rueful grin.

"Look Uncle Harry! Mama sent me a crystal ball!"

Harry laughed as Geoffrey held up a Remembrall. He sat down behind Geoffrey and tugged the boy onto his lap. His hand enclosed over the one Geoffrey was holding the device with and it immediately swirled red. Harry frowned at that and heard Snape's deep chuckle from across the room.

Harry arched a brow in suspicion. "What do you know that I don't?"

Snape smirked, dark eyes alight with mirth, but no answer was forthcoming. Something had happened the night before that Harry had missed completely, otherwise he would understand what Severus was finding so amusing.

"Was it supposed ta be glowy red like that Uncle Harry?" Geoffrey asked, his eyes fixed firmly on the object in his hands. The color of the fog had gone back to a dull gray.

Harry nodded, his chin brushing against soft blonde strands of hair. "Not all the time. Your mother or father ever tell you about Remembralls?"

Geoffrey's face scrunched up in thought and Harry could see the exact moment when the name clicked. "Yeah, he saided there was a boy in Hogwart's who got one and that he was ways forgetting stuff."

Harry rolled his eyes and swore he heard Snape stifling a laugh behind a cough. "That's the one. When it goes red, it means you have forgotten something?"

Geoffrey's eyes widened and he looked down at the sphere in his hands again. "Oh," he said, turning it over and over in his hands. "What you forgettin' then, Uncle Harry?"

"I have no clue, buddy, none at all."

Geoffrey nodded. "Okay then." He turned his attention back to the pile of waiting presents. He scooted off of Harry's lap and began to investigate the pile. With Geoffrey distracted by his scavenger hunt for his own presents, Harry reached under the chair beside the chair and pulled out a slender box, wrapped in silver paper with a gold ribbon.

He fingered the edge of the box nervously, then stood up and crossed to where Snape had seated himself in his favorite wing backed chair. Harry gasped when he was pulled down onto the older man's lap, a faint blush rising up his neck at Geoffrey's giggles.

"I thought we agreed to not exchange gifts this year," Snape growled low in his ear. Harry shivered and glanced up at the man sheepishly. It was rather hard to imagine Snape being angry with him when he had been the one to drag him down onto his lap.

"Yeah well," Harry answered after a great length of time, his nervousness growing by leaps and bounds. It didn't matter how long he had lived with the man, how long he had been together with him, he still didn't know what Snape wanted for presents and the great git was obnoxiously close lipped about it as well. No amounts of prodding could get the man to ever tell Harry what it was he wanted as a gift.

Snape snorted, plucking the gift from Harry's hands. Harry watched as the older man turned the gift over and over in his hands before flicking open one end of it and carefully pulling the slender box out.

"You got me jewelry?" Snape asked with an amused lit.

Harry grinned and rolled his eyes. "Course not, unless, you think I fancy you a girl?"

"I certainly hope not."

Geoffrey giggled again, but tried to hide it by smacking a hand across his mouth when Harry turned to look at him. Harry winked at the boy earning a winning smile from Geoffrey who decided that the half opened gift in his hand warranted attention again. With Geoffrey was fully distracted again, Harry redirected his grin at Severus.

"Well, are you going to open it or not?" Harry teased, staring pointedly at the gift in Snape's hand.

"Must I?"

Harry's grin widened. "Well, if you don't want it…" He made to take it back, but Snape held the box beyond Harry's reach. Harry pushed himself off Snape's lap and perched on the arm of the man's chair so he could watch him open the box. It really wasn't anything fancy, heck, he wasn't even sure that Snape would like it or not, but despite that, he wasn't half as nervous as he supposed he should be.

Nimble fingers opened the velvet-covered box to reveal a gold linked chain. Snape held it up examining it in the early morning light streaming through the window. He gazed at Harry quizzically and he flushed.

"Your other one broke," he said in way of explanation, letting himself be tugged back onto Snape's lap. "It was cheap and had come with your watch as a bonus and I thought I'd get you one that would last for that reason and mmph-" Chapped lips descended upon his own in a chaste kiss. Snape's reached up and gently cradled the back of his head and Harry's eyes slipped shut.

"EWWWWWWWWWW!" Geoffrey cried, causing Harry to jerk back and almost fall off Snape's lap, if Snape hadn't moved his hand down Harry's back fast enough to catch him. Harry stared at the little boy dumbly. The blonde's face was scrunched up in disgust and Harry felt a knot form in his stomach. That was until Geoffrey added, "Why do adults do that? Kissy stuff. S'icky!"

Harry blushed furiously causing Snape to snicker. "Perhaps to you, Geoffrey, but to adults it's-"

Harry slapped a hand across Snape's mouth preventing him from finishing that line of thinking. Snape gripped Harry's wrist and removed his hand with a smirk.

"Why did you stop me?"

"Because I know what was going through that big gray brain of yours and Geoffrey doesn't need to hear it," Harry replied, yelping when Snape groped his ass. Geoffrey was looking at them oddly, but since it wasn't disgust only confusion, Harry could only assume the boy had no idea what had just occurred. He sighed in a sad attempt to recollect himself and offered Geoffrey a reassuring smile, before nodding at the present in his hand. "What did you get?"

The child held up a green sweater with a large "G" in silver in the middle.

"A Weasley sweater," Snape muttered sounding mildly shocked. Harry couldn't say he wasn't feeling shocked as well. He hadn't told Molly that they had Geoff for the Hols but someone had to. Unless George suddenly shrunk and grew an extreme liking of Slytherin colors, there was no other explanation for the existence of that sweater.

"Who gave it to you, buddy?" Harry asked as curiously as possible. He watched Geoffrey rummage through the wrapping paper safely ensconced on Snape's lap, wondering how much longer he'd be there until he was unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

With a triumphant smile, Geoffrey found the correct tag and his forehead wrinkled as he tried to make out the tag. "Geoffrey," he read out loud to himself. "Merwy C-Chwistmas," Geoffrey looked at Harry for confirmation and at his nod quickly went back to the tag. "From Mr. an' Ms. Weaswey." He put down the tag with a look of confusion and uncertainty. "Weaswey?"

"You remember Ron right?" Harry encouraged, "He was here when your mother and father dropped you off."

"Papa didn' like him lots. They yelled."

Harry chuckled, "That he did."

Severus coughed quietly and Harry decided that he'd slide off his lap and onto the floor before he was deposited there against his will. He beckoned Geoffrey over, who, sweater in hand, immediately came over and settled between Harry's legs. Harry slipped the sweater on over the boy's head and turned him around.

"Malfoy's going to kill me," said Harry with amusement, as he took in the full picture of the little blonde in the homemade sweater. He went about flattened Geoffrey's hair and brushed a bit off the five-year-old's face.

"Whaddo ya mean, Uncle Harry?"

Harry pinched Geoffrey's nose with his fingers and wiggled it a bit. "It's nothing, Geoff." Geoffrey giggled and tried to pull away and Harry let him go, tumbling back towards the presents.

"I wouldn't let him anyways," Snape snarled.

Harry glanced up at him mischievously. "Possessive this morning, aren't we?"

"You," Snape said pointing a long finger at him, "Should be in the kitchen preparing the ham."

His jaw dropped open and he groaned loudly. "Well f-"

"Tut-tut, Potter, are you forgetting there's a child in our presence?"

Harry leveled a glare at the man, his face going bright red. "Bugger off," he grumbled and headed into the kitchen, ignoring the soft laughter that followed him.

Two hours later, Harry finally allowed himself a break from cooking. Bloody hell, how could he have been so stupid, waiting until the last minute like this to start cooking. Hermione would have his head if she found out, not to mention Mrs. Weasley would take it upon herself to take over his kitchen and reorganize it so he'd never be able to find the pots and pans again. He sighed, leaving the spoon he had been stirring the pudding with on the counter top.

He reentered the sitting room silently, hoping he could sneak up on its current occupants and scare them senseless. He padded into the middle of the room, when a loud snore made him freeze. A small smile appeared on his face as he walked around the coffee table and saw Snape lying on the floor, Geoffrey safely ensconced in his arms. The little boy's arms were halfway into his too big sweater. The fire was dimming from inattention, but a quick wave of Harry's wand had it glowing and crackling merrily once more.

"Git," Harry whispered, nudging the sole of Snape's foot with his big toe lightly. He'd love to get down onto the floor and go back to sleep with them, but someone had to stay awake so the food didn't burn. That was the last thing any of them needed, Malfoy criticizing their food.

"Brat," came the sleepy mumble from below him. Harry glanced down and saw Snape shooting him a tired glare. There was a long pause as they just stared at one another before Harry broke out in a silly grin and backed away slowly, before racing out of the room to their bedroom. He felt more than heard Snape enter behind him and didn't even bother to turn around as he searched through his clothing for something warm and casual but not scrappy.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard the quiet creak of the mattress springs. Snape settled Geoffrey onto the big bed soundlessly, covering him with half of the comforter. Onyx eyes flickered up to meet his and for a moment Harry couldn't even breathe.. His fingers loosened their grip on the red wool sweater he was holding and it fell to the floor with a gentle thud as Snape came towards him. He licked his lips, his heart thudding painfully in his chest.

A warm hand grabbed his own and tugged him forward insistently. Harry staggered forward and followed Snape out into the hallway, waiting as the man jarred their bedroom door so they could still hear Geoffrey. He was led by hand towards the sitting room when they stopped.

Snape let go of his hand and stepped under the doorway. Harry's eyes widened in shock as Snape pulled one of the tiny red berries off the sprig of mistletoe and held it out to Harry expectantly. A blush raced up Harry's neck and filled his cheek with its red color as he took the berry and closed his hand around it. He took a step forward until he was standing in front of Snape. His head tilted back, eyes shining behind his glasses. Snape grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against him. Harry's hands automatically twined around Snape's neck in a practiced motion, which was incredibly satisfying.

Rising onto tiptoes, Harry brought his lips within a breath of Snape's lips and stopped, eyes flickering up to meet the older man's before he leaned forward the extra centimeter, brushing his lips along Snape's. A moment passed unnoticed before Snape retaliated capturing his lips in a deep, soul-bearing kiss that begged for forgiveness, and spoke of love, that Harry returned whole heartedly.

They broke off when they heard the sounds of Geoffrey stirring in their bedroom. Harry buried his head under Snape's chin with a contented sigh, his eyes drifting shut as the faint strains of The Twelve Days of Christmas softly sang from the kitchen.

A/N: OMG DONE! is ded

I hope you enjoyed this rollarcoaster of a fic. I'm still going oo over the fact that I finally finished it. Sorry it took so long!