This is my first Harry/Draco. It's actually a surprise gift to my best pal, Amy! Hope you enjoy it, boo :3


Under the Mistletoe

"What's the matter, Potter? Stuck working the holidays?"

"Leave me alone, Malfoy." The shaggy-haired young man didn't look up from the stack of paperwork he was shuffling through. He should've listened to Professor McGonagall that last year… Sure, she was Headmistress now, but she would always be Professor to him. And, in some ways, a mother.

Harry Potter leaned back after a few minutes when it became clear that the blonde before him wasn't going anywhere. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing." At which point, Draco Malfoy proceeded to poke his wand into the stack and fiddle with pages and get everything even more out of order than it already was.

Harry suffered through it in silence, hoping that the git would leave him alone sooner rather than later. "You should get these things finished as soon as you get them," Malfoy said at one point, and Harry ignored him. And then he sighed. "My mother wanted me to ask that you join us for Christmas dinner."

And the quill pen snapped in his hand. "What?"

"Oh come on, Potter, you can't have gone deaf."

"Why would she have invited me over? I'm sure your dad wouldn't be too thrilled at that."

"Oh, how am I supposed to know? I just got her owl ten minutes ago and haven't had time to question her. But I'm leaving in the morning. Be at my flat by ten or I'll give mother your apologies."

Harry watched the male for a long moment before frowning. "I don't believe you."

"Oh for Merlin's sake, Potter." He patted his pockets before producing a small envelope. When it was passed to Harry, the wizard withdrew his wand and ran it over the envelope. It seemed genuine.

Harry read it quickly, scowling when he came across his name. "She invited me last year?"

"Yes."

"You didn't tell me then."

"You were still dating Ginny last year. Why bother talking to you when I know you'll refuse?"

"Yeah…" It had taken a few years before he and Ginny Weasley could admit to each other, let alone their friends, that they just weren't going to work out. They were wonderful friends, but their romantic relationship had only grown platonic after the death of Voldemort.

He looked up. "And what makes you think I won't refuse now?"

Draco shrugged. "It's Christmas Eve dinner, Potter. You can return to your silly friends on Christmas morning. There's no reason to say no."

"What about the fact that I don't like you?"

He placed his hands on the desk, leaned forward. "I don't like you either, but my mother does for some baffling reason."

Harry wondered if Narcissa Malfoy had ever told her son that it had been her to save his life, to essentially save all of the wizarding world. If she hadn't lied to Voldemort, Harry would be truly dead and the Battle of Hogwarts would have ended in ruin. "Then perhaps I will go. Just for dinner. I'd rather not stay the night in Malfoy Manor."

"It's your choice, Potter. I suppose I'll see you at my flat at ten. And that's AM, Potter." He straightened, adjusting his robes before striding out.

Harry rolled his eyes, but sighed as he looked at the mess that had been made of his desk. "Bloody wonderful…"

The next morning, he arrived at Malfoy's apartment with a frown on his face and Teddy Lupin's hand in his. He'd hardly gotten four hours of sleep after finishing all of his paperwork. And now, for some strange reason, he had decided to wake himself and Teddy up to spend an entire day with former Death Eaters. What in hell was he thinking? He should be sleeping and preparing to leave for the Burrow later. Instead, he had his duffel bag already packed and set as a Portkey to leave exactly at ten for the Burrow.

He sighed as he knocked on Draco's door. Twelve hours at Malfoy Manor, surrounded by people who didn't like him. Who hadn't liked him since before he'd been born. Really, the only way they ever would've liked him if Harry had, at the age of eleven, taken Draco's offered hand. But what he'd felt at eleven, he felt at twenty-three. Draco Malfoy was a prude and, therefore, intolerable. Even if Draco hadn't sold him out during the Second Wizarding War…

Harry sighed. Really the only Malfoy who had never given Harry a reason to like him was Lucius Malfoy and that was a dislike that went too deep to stand.

When the blonde opened the door, it was with a blindingly white smile. Harry was uncomfortably reminded of Gilderoy Lockhart. "Well, this is a surprise."

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy."

He lifted a brow. "It's Draco today, Harry. Calling me Malfoy would be rude at my own house, wouldn't it?"

Harry was momentarily taken aback. He couldn't remember the last time Draco had called him anything but Potter. "I suppose it would… Draco," he added at the blonde's pointed look.

"Good. Now come in. I'm not quite ready to go yet."

"You said ten!"

"Oh, pssh. Relax, Harry. It isn't the end of the world if you're here a bit early. Want something to drink?"

Again, Harry was taken aback. Why was Draco being so… polite? "No. No, thank you," he amended.

"Maybe I wasn't talking to you, Harry." He looked at the boy. "Do you want anything?"

"Milk."

Draco's lips twitched. "Of course. Dipsy!" he called and there was a crack.

"Dipsy is here, master."

A house elf. Why was Harry not surprised? Though this one didn't look as grungy as Harry would have expected. She looked more like a Hogwarts house elf – well taken care of and actually pleased in her work. What…?

"Go and tell mother that I'm running a bit late and that Harry Potter has decided to grace us with his presence this year. Tell her he's bringing his four year old godson as well."

"I'm five," the now pink-haired boy piped up.

The elf cast a glance to Harry and Teddy that held no venom – another surprising trait. Being a Malfoy elf, he would have expected her to consider him a blood traitor. "Yes, master Draco." There was another crack and she was gone.

"She on loan from someone?"

"Dipsy? No. She was a gift when I moved out of the house. She's lived in my house since I was a child, I believe. I'd never actually seen her before, though. She was a mangy little thing…" He shrugged, but Harry caught the bit of disgust.

"You know that's why Dobby wanted to leave. Because your father overworked him and all the elves in his care."

Draco frowned, looking down his perfect nose at the brunette. "I'm aware of that, Potter."

And now it was Harry's turn to lift a brow. "Still don't like hearing the truth about your dear old dad, eh Malfoy?"

"The truth," he spat, a hand going over the spot Harry knew bore the Dark Mark. "I know my father better than you ever shall, Potter. I know how he treats servants."

"Slaves," Harry corrected and Draco spun back to face him. Harry nearly laughed. He looked so ridiculous when he was worked up. When the word "cute" sprang to mind, it was quickly banished.

"House Elves work for food and for shelter as they always have. That doesn't make them slaves."

"The way you treat them makes them slaves."

"Did she look maltreated?" Draco exploded, brandishing his wand. It was the first time in five years that he'd seen the wand of his rival. Apparently, it was kept safely in his sleeve.

"I thought we were being polite today, Draco. Want to duel instead?"

Draco held the tip of his wand at Harry's face, scowling. "Answer the question, Potter. Did Dipsy look maltreated to you?"

"No," Harry said after a moment, and Draco's wand was whisked, a glass of milk appearing. Teddy grabbed it and drank deeply, a smile forming. He seemed oblivious to the argument going on; he was too busy wandering around and exploring.

"I do not treat her like a slave," Draco said quietly, tucking his wand away.

"So you're not your father."

Draco's fists clenched, but his wand stayed put. Slowly, the blonde turned. "I need to finish packing if you wish to keep to your precious schedule."

Harry waited until the other man was at his bedroom door before calling out his name. "That was a compliment, you know. You're not your father."

Draco sighed, glancing back. "Don't tell him that. We want a pleasant Christmas, after all." And he was gone, closing the door behind him.

Harry found a chair and sank onto the arm of it, frowning. This was a surprising revelation… Draco didn't want to be like his father… All throughout their school years, Draco had idolized him, done everything just as his father wanted. Hell, at age sixteen the idiot had gone and gotten the Dark Mark branded in his skin.

Teddy wandered over and pulled himself into the big chair, sinking instantly into the cushions. "Harry, is this the mansion?"

"It's too small to be a mansion," Harry laughed, ruffling the boy's neon yellow hair. "You'll see. Malfoy Manor is giant compared to this."

"Stifling," Draco corrected, slightly annoyed. He surprised Harry yet again by kneeling in front of the chair where Teddy sat. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Teddy Lupin," he announced proudly.

Draco blinked. "Really? With a name as grand as that, you should be more careful about keeping your shoes tied."

"I don't know how."

"Don't know how?" With mock surprised, Draco placed a hand over his heart. "I'll have to show you, then."

"But I don't have a wand."

"You won't for a few more years and for good reason. We all have to learn how to do things without a wand."

"Why?"

"Because you don't want to overwork the poor thing, do you? Your wand's your best friend, Mr. Lupin. And a tired best friend is a boring one." Teddy giggled and was awarded with a wide smile. "Now, here, pay attention." And he took the boy through the entire bunny ears spiel with as straight a face as Harry had ever seen.

"Want to give it a try?"

"Yes!" Teddy shouted, and went to work on his other shoe. It was sloppier than Draco's perfect tying, but Draco acted as though he had just watched an artist at work.

"Perfect!" the blonde announced and earned a wide grin from the child. "You seem to be missing some teeth, Mr. Lupin."

Teddy nodded. "Yes. The tooth fairy came and took them from under my pillow. She left me three whole galleons for one!"

"The tooth fairy?" Draco seemed blank for a moment before smiling and getting to his feet. "Sounds marvelous."

"I have to pee," he announced and Draco pointed the way. Teddy ran off and Draco looked to Harry.

"Tooth fairy? What the bollocks is that?"

"It's a muggle tradition. I wasn't sure if wizards did anything when someone loses a tooth."

"Of course not. Why would you celebrate losing a tooth?"

Harry shrugged. "Teddy likes it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about him beforehand."

Draco shook his head. "It isn't a problem, Harry. Is he Professor Lupin's son?"

"Yes. And the son of Nymphadora Tonks."

"Oh… Is he a…?"

"Werewolf? No. But he is a Metamorphmagus. Is that a problem?"

"No."

"His mother was a half-blood and his father a blood traitor."

"I hope you don't tell all this to my father," was Draco's only comment.

Harry scowled. "Draco, when did you get so–"

"I hit the bowl and everything!" the boy exclaimed, running into the living room.

Draco smiled. "Wonderful. I'd hate to spend time cleaning the loo." Teddy giggled. "Ever apparated, Mr. Lupin?"

"One time I did. And you can call me Teddy."

"Thank you very much, Teddy. I'm honored. Now we're going to apparate, the three of us. I'm afraid I don't have a fireplace or we would go by floo powder."

Teddy nodded, slipping his hand into Harry's. Draco offered his to the boy, who happily took it. Instantly, they were gone.

They reappeared in the center of a grand room with high ceilings and portraits all along the walls. "Wow!" Teddy exclaimed. "Why is it so dark?"

"I'll never know," Draco mused, wand aloft. "Lumos!" And he led the way out. Teddy followed, at his side. Harry trailed after, looking around. It was so strange, being in this building again. As Teddy had pointed out, it was dark. And Draco was… Well, he looked entirely in his element. In that dark suit, in that dark room, lit only by the light of his firmly gripped wand. He looked positively dashing – something Harry would never have labeled the snooty boy during their Hogwarts years.

Was it possible that Draco Malfoy had… grown up?

Harry suddenly stilled, realizing that he had just thought of Draco as dashing. And handsome. And, as he continued to stare at the young man, sexy. It was the last adjective that had Harry taking a full step back. No. That was no way to think of his greatest rival. No way to think at all!

"Harry!" Teddy called. "Draco said you'll get lost if you stand around gaping like a fool!"

The laugh Draco let loose sent pleasant prickles along Harry's spine, warmed him from the inside out until his cheeks were a glowing red. "I'm coming," he managed, voice a bit gruffer than he intended.

By the time Harry had forced himself to catch up to the pair, they'd arrived in what Harry assumed to be the drawing room. A woman sat by herself on the couch, stroking a snow-white cat. When Draco cleared her throat, she rose, depositing the cat on the floor. Her smile was wide and made her actually appear pretty.

Harry frowned, watching Narcissa embrace her only child. It hit Harry, as it had hit him when the Malfoy's had all been pressed close in the middle of the Great Hall after the Battle of Hogwarts, that they all had true affection for one another. Love for her son had led Narcissa to lie to the Dark Lord, thereby guaranteeing his loss.

Draco pressed his face into his mother's hair, holding tightly to her. It surprised Harry, this level of blatant affection. He'd expected air kisses and brief words of greeting. Not silent, almost desperate, hugging.

"You should stop staying gone for months at a time," Narcissa finally said, drawing back.

"I know, mother. But I've brought you presents this time. And I'd like you to meet Mr. Teddy Lupin and, as you know, his godfather Harry Potter."

"Of course." She held a hand out to Teddy. "It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Lupin."

He giggled, shyly shook her hand. "You can call me Teddy, too."

"Thank you, sweetheart. And, Harry, it's wonderful to see you again." She held out both hands to Harry and he took them, slightly baffled. "I feel I've never thanked you properly for all that you did."

"Mrs. Malfoy… I only did what I had to."

"Which is all the more reason to thank you. I'm so glad that you could spend Christmas Eve with us, though I'm sorry I've taken you from your friends."

"I'll see them later. It's fine."

She smiled. "Draco, you'll take them to their rooms, won't you?"

"Of course, mother." He kissed her cheek before leading Teddy and Harry out. Harry stayed silent until Teddy was bundled in his room and settled down for a nap.

When they got to Harry's room, the brunette finally spoke up. "You told her that we saved your life."

"Twice," he added. "I left out the part where one of you punched me in the face."

"Well… You deserved it," Harry pointed out.

"Probably."

Harry nodded. "And your mother… Did she ever tell you what she did?"

"When?"

"That day…"

Draco looked blank for a moment before shaking his head. "No, actually. All I know is that she and I grew even closer after that day…" He shook his head. "Anyway, here."

"You aren't curious about it?"

"Of course I am, Potter. But she hasn't told me, and it seems that I would rather hear it from her."

"How did you get to be so good with kids?"

"I'm not entirely sure. I know it was mother who taught me how to tie my shoes. We'll see if Teddy remembers how after he wakes up. How much sleep did you manage to get last night?"

"Around four hours," he mused, frowning.

"Well, you can nap if you like."

Harry studied Draco a moment before nodding. "All right. If Teddy wakes up before I do, have someone come and get me."

Draco lifted a brow. "Of course. And Harry?"

He stopped in the doorway, turned back. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for coming. This means a lot to mother."

"Well… I owe her."

"Ah. One more thing. You're under the mistletoe."

"Wha–" And he was suddenly being assaulted by a warm, eager mouth. It wasn't long before Draco's tongue was involved in an intricate duel with Harry's. When the startled wizard tried to pull back, he found himself held in place, Draco's hands fisted in his hair. He had no choice but to give in, the urge to fight slipping away as he lost himself to Draco's taste. The kiss lasted until they were both breathless and gasping for air.

Panting, Harry managed to step back. "What… Why…?"

"Mistletoe… of course… It's traditional…" Draco smiled slightly, laid his thumb on Harry's bottom lip. "And, of course, I've wanted to do that for quite a while."

"Wha…?"

Draco stepped back. "Have a good nap, Potter. And Happy Christmas." The smile still on his face, he walked off, leaving Harry flabbergasted and, despite himself, turned on. His eyes were drawn by the blonde's nicely toned behind until the wizard rounded a corner.

"Happy Christmas," he finally murmured, and disappeared into the room. He didn't notice the fact that there wasn't any sign of mistletoe in his doorway until 9:59, just as he and Teddy were reaching for the Portkey.

The last thing Harry saw before he and Teddy arrived at the Burrow were amused, silver eyes…


Yes, I realize it's supremely long… But if you're going to do a Christmas gift, you'd better do it right!

P.S. There may or may not be a sequel :D