A/N: This is my set of drabbles for the Slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2011 Holiday Challenge over on LiveJournal. Each day in December we are given a prompt photo, and all submissions must be Drarry-centric. I am making each day's entry exactly 100 words and stringing them into a series, and will be collecting a set of five in each "chapter" here. Also written for HP-Creatures Nov/Dec prompt: Christmas with a Vampire.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe or franchise, nor do I make any money off of these.

Title: Saved by the Vampire of Christmas

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: vampires, angst, Hogwarts era (sixth year), some language

Prompts 1-5: snowy lane at night, laughing couple tossing snow, large white house, Nutcracker ballerinas, father and girl watching birds at the lake

Harry trudged through the snow down the lane, the night dark, the air bitter cold, the lights from the electric lamps unnaturally bright and blue. The lack of warmth matched his spirit, for Dumbledore had refused his stay at Hogwarts and sent him back to his relatives for the hols. Harry had spent five Christmases in happiness; the loss of that joy ripped through him at the sight of every holiday decoration. It made him want to hit someone. Someone like the blond standing under the lamppost ahead, wearing a red Santa stocking cap and robes with green garland designs.

Robes? What the hell was a wizard doing out here in the middle of fucking Muggle Surrey? Not wanting to be caught in his cousin's too-big, hand-me-down, stinky, smelly, ripped coat (his own well-kept and well-fitted clothes locked away in his school trunk- thanks oh so much, Headmaster), Harry turned away quickly. He was stopped by laughter coming from a young couple tossing snow in the air. He resented them immediately, both for their jolly and for blocking his way. He looked back to see if the blond had noticed and was captured by the glow of silver eyes. Malfoy...

Harry stood terrified. He wanted to pull his wand and hex the Slytherin, but he really didn't need another incident with the Ministry. The Muggles walking past forced his hand to stillness. His gaze never left Malfoy's, which remained fixed on him as well, although they both took note of when the happy couple turned away toward a large white house about three-quarters down the lane.

Once alone, he drew his wand, expecting Malfoy to do the same. But he didn't move. Just continued to stare at Harry.

"What are you doing out here?" Harry asked, both indignant and fearful.

"None of your business, Potter, as have most of my activities been all term. You're the one who is stalking me. Is that what you're doing out here now, especially in such revolting clothes? Really, you look like a street ruffian," he said. Then his eyes took on a lascivious gleam. "Just what I was looking for."

Fear and fury laced through Harry as Malfoy strode towards him. "Stop. Don't come any closer!" He sent out little hexes, but Malfoy side-stepped them with graceful leaps like a ballerina. Harry had to admit that he always had been a pretty boy.

With surprising power Malfoy dove under another attack and came up beside him to grasp Harry's wand arm. Merlin, he was quick! Harry struggled to pull away, but he held on tight, catching Harry's other hand when it came up to hit him.

Malfoy's eyes bored into him, and Harry felt the push of Legilimency. In desperation and anger, he pushed back and, as with Snape last year, he entered Malfoy's memories to see him spend a day at the park with his father, feeding the pigeons. He sensed Malfoy's happiness at that joy and his bitterness at its loss.

A/N: So, that's the first fifth of the story. Where is it going from here? I have no idea! Give me your feedback and maybe together we can come up with something. ;)