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 21-25: two crystal glasses with apple cider, festive bedroom, festive well-lit bathroom, two men embracing, beautiful white Christmas cake

"One instance does not a lifetime make," Draco spat in reply.

Harry threw up his arms in frustration. "Then I don't know what to tell you. I just hated how they treated me and I'm not going to treat others like that!"

"Oh, so maybe we should pick up these crystal glasses of..." he sniffed at the amber liquid inside then grimaced, "...horrible apple cider and toast to the Great Saint Potter who fights for justice and equality and-"

"That's not it, you prat!"

Suddenly a bellow was heard from behind them. "What the bloody hell is all this noise?"

Vernon took in the scene and saw red. "Now see here, freaks -"

Draco moved like lightening, pining Vernon against the wall. "There are worse things in this world than wizards," he snarled.

Vernon screamed as Draco sank his fangs into him and drank.

Releasing the man, whose eyes had gone unfocused, Draco turned to a quivering Harry. "Don't worry about your precious uncle. He's not dead. In fact ... get Potter's things and place them at the foot of your beautifully decorated bed. He's your guest for the hols."

Vernon smiled at Harry, "Yes, of course," and left to go outside.

"Oh, gods, you're a vampire," Harry said, sotto voce.

He began scanning the room, frantically trying to locate anything as a weapon - some of the garland above the fireplace maybe or break off a tree branch. He wished he had his wand, but he didn't dare use any magic. Anger fueled the panic; he hated feeling helpless!

"Potter, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You always try to at school. What's to stop you now?"

Draco gave him that intense silver stare. His skin glowed from the recessed lighting, and he looked like an angel as he glided toward Harry.

Harry was hyperventilating by the time Draco's arms slid around his chest from behind, but he couldn't move.

Draco's breath tickled his ear as he whispered, "I didn't understand before. I still don't know why you fight for them, but you deserve better than this."

"Why do you care? Don't you want to hand me over to Voldemort?"

Draco flinched. "No. He's the bastard who ordered the vampires to turn me. I want him killed, and you are just the chosen one to do that."

He planted a chaste kiss on Harry's neck, just above the pulse point.

Harry gasped.

Draco stepped back away. "You're still an arse, Potter, but you shouldn't have to put up with this shit from your own side."

With Harry looking on, Draco gestured; in a moment Petunia stepped through the doorway, two puncture wounds visible on her neck.

"Yes, you called?"

"Find Potter a decent outfit, then take him to your ladies' club meeting. They would love to meet him."

She nodded and walked away.

"Enjoy the lovely Christmas cake while you can," he said to Harry. "The war has only just begun."

And with that pronouncement, he dissolved into mist and was gone.

A/N: Well, there you go! Hope you all enjoyed it. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!