AN: Not my favorite chapter, it's mostly filler.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend!" I yelled pushing past Severus, who was still stuck in place.

My father pulled away from a vaguely dazed Harry, looking very smug.

"There's no need to get so bent out of shape, Draco. Mr. Potter simply went into shock and since you too were too busy to notice, I took it upon myself to help him." Then he shrugged, appearing to be a bit miffed.

"By kissing him," Severus was trying to not look hurt, but the pinched expression gave him away.

"Why not? Everyone else has and I wanted to see what was so great about Mr. Potter." My father replied. "Don't worry Severus, you're still my favorite." He started to approach the man, but my god-father would have none of it. Instead, he stormed up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door. He probably locked it as well.

My father turned to me, looking put out.

"You won't get any sympathy from me." I still couldn't believe that he did that!

"What just happened?" Harry finally spoke up, looking adorably confused.

'He is not adorable!' I pushed the thought away; this was not to time for those thoughts. "I'm not talking to you either, Potter!"

I turned to follow Severus up the stairs, fully intent on avoiding the both of them for as long as possible.

I read for rest of the day, bored out of my mind.

The television was downstairs, where I assumed my father and Harry were. Probably necking by now, I thought spitefully.

I briefly considered calling Hermione or Weasley, but stopped myself thankfully. I tried calling my mother after a while, but she didn't answer.

So, I read, for hours and hours.

Night came and I got ready for bed as usual, if not a little early.

While getting dressed, I finally heard footsteps. I froze; listen to find where the steps were going. There was a light knock. "Draco?" It was Harry. "Draco, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for your father to kiss me. It just happened! Please believe me. Draco, I'm so sorry." Harry pleaded.

I ignored him, and continued to get ready.

He called to me few more times, before giving up. I listened for a while more, until Harry retired to the guest room next door.

I settled in myself, hoping I could finally rest.

But, of course Harry never stopped moving.

I glanced at the clock; it was well after midnight. I had been listening to him shift for over 3 hours.

Damn, I huffed in frustration, shoving the blankets aside. I had had enough! I wanted to get some sleep and he wasn't going to keep me up all night with his restless stirring.

I shoved open the door, intending to tell him off, only to find that Harry was asleep; a fitful rest, judging by his constant tossing and turning.

I rolled my eyes, reaching wake him. After a moment, Harry opened his eyes a small bit. "Draco?"

"Shove over." Harry just smiled sleepily, before moving over.

"I'm only doing this so I can get some sleep Potter." Harry response was to wrap his arms around me.

I scooted closer, telling myself I wasn't snuggling; I just wanted to get warm.

'I'm still mad.' I thought before finally falling asleep.

"Where's my present?" My father charged into the room, waking both me and Harry. 'He's such an octopus' I thought to myself when, as usual, Harry was wrapped around me.

"Father?" I sat up frowning. Harry just rolled a little, unwilling to move.

"My present?!" I had to keep myself from laughing. "I know you've got me one." He stared at me, looking cross.

"Father, it's not even Christmas yet."

"You can have one of yours." I felt Harry shudder with laughter.

"Have you looked in the car?" I questioned, knowing his present wasn't there. Neither was Harry's for that matter. Although I hadn't completely forgiven either of them, I was a bit more willing to see it as a joke by my father. A cruel joke; maybe I won't get him anything....

"Yes." Lucius pulled my keys out of his pocket, tossing them on the bedspread. "There was nothing I saw as mine."

"How do you know they weren't yours?" I was slightly irritated, but I had expected him to do this. It was the same every year....

"They were completely common!" My father threw his hands up. "Books and chocolate? And the others aren't my style."

"You know. Those could have been Harry's." I look pointedly at the boy still lying against me.

"I am getting something this year, aren't I?" My father ignored my comment.

"I haven't decided yet." I couldn't help but glower a little.

He finally stopped pacing. "If it's about yesterday, it was only a peck. It was merely a jest." My father's eyes saddened a bit. "I wouldn't do that to you or Severus."

Harry took the moment to snake an arm around my waist. "I really didn't mean to." He muttered. After a moment, I reached around to rub his shoulder, hoping he would understand that I wasn't mad anymore. Sore, but not mad.

"Is Severus talking to you?" I asked, worriedly.

"Barely." My father scoffed. "I told him it meant nothing."

I hesitated before asking my next question, not knowing if I was crossing the line. "How many times are you going to do that to him?"

"I didn't do anything. As I told you, Draco, it was only a joke."

I sighed. My father was always stubborn. "Just like at the restaurant? He won't always forgive you, father. Then you'll have had two failed relationships." I muttered bitterly. I liked to see my father happy, which he undoubtedly was with Severus. And randy.

"Draco." My father's tone warned me I was getting to close to the truth.

"Go spend the day with him." I shooed him away with my hands, mostly to lighten the mood. Although, he was irritated, I could see Lucius grin slightly before exiting.

Once the door closed, Harry rolled over, bursting with laughter. I could see tears forming, he was laughing so hard.

"Is something funny Potter?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing, nothing at all..." Harry lied, still chuckling. "Sorry."

"Christmas is in a couple of days. Want to help me find him a present. We'll have to hide it, though." I got up, already making the motions to go to my wardrobe before remembering where I was.

"The attic?" Harry suggested.

I shook my head. "That's too easy. I want to make him work."

"Does it have to be in the house?" Harry got up, stretching.

I stared for a moment. Smiling, Harry walked forward and kissed me; nothing big, just touching our lips. It was nice. After a moment, I nodded to his question, feeling my lips pulling into a smile. "I want him to actually find it. I think he likes that part most. He doesn't really care what he get's as long as does get something." I smiled, remembering when I was a child, maybe three or four.

I had made my parents mud pies that year, hiding them in various places. My mother's, in her wardrobe; my father's, in his briefcase. I thought it would be funny, until I remembered his work was in it, as well. When I had gone to retrieve it, the case was gone. Then, I ran to my room and hid under the bed, out of fear.

Even then, my father could be a fearsome man. He didn't have an explosive temper, usually; it was the type that smoldered. I happened the witness it once before when Lucius had invited a man named Lestrange to dinner that night.

I had been happy to meet him, when my mother stated he was my uncle, but I was largely ignored by the man when I tried to greet him, like I had been taught.

At the dinner table, Lestrange was shaking so hard that his utensils rattled against the silverware; I found his behavior odd, but I kept eating. Then my father invited him to have a private meeting. I had been curious, since he rarely brought people home, and had followed them and I peeked through the keyhole of the office door. My father simply sat behind his desk, his eyes colder than I had ever seen, causing me to start to worry; this did not look like my father. Lestrange fell to his knees, sobbing, before Lucius had said a word.

"Please brother! I needed the money. Living with her isn't easy. She demands constantly; nothing is good enough. I just wanted to please my wife. Surely you understand!" The prostrate man grabbed the edge of my father's desk, trying to get closer, only to have it struck by the ornamental cane my father sometimes carried. I winced, holding my own fingers.

"We are not brothers, Lestrange." Lucius stated calmly. "The only reason you haven't been dealt with is because, you are married to my wife's sister." I had wondered what he meant by 'dealt with', as I had been too young to understand. "While, I do not like my sister in law, she is money grubbing devious shrew after all, Bella is not a liar, not when she feels she has been wronged. So, find myself believing her word over yours.

"You have been stealing from me, Rodolphus. A rough total of 6 billion pounds has somehow appeared in your private account. Of course dear Bella, ensuring that she received everything due to her, noticed the unaccounted for funds. She was quite peeved that you shared not pence with her, otherwise you might have been able to go unnoticed." I could imagine that my father was upset with himself for not seeing it himself. "She came running straight to Narcissa, with a list of the accounts, who brought them to me." Lucius paused. After a while, it became clear he was done.

"It was a computing erro-" He quieted, when he saw the cane begin to rise again.

"The money will be transferred back to me by Monday." Father rose, making it clear he was finished.

"But I don't have it! My wife made me spend it all on her!" Rodolphus jumped up.

The grin on Lucius' face caused my stomach to clench. I was about to leave, knowing that I wasn't supposed to be there, when they spoke again.

"Then leave what you do still have and then you can disappear. You will never have to see me again. Good day, Lestrange." He bowed his head slightly, before reaching for the door knob.

"You would have me killed-"

"Quiet!" My father's word cutting like a knife.

The knob turned and I ran just in time to not be noticed. I feared my father a little since that day. Or I did for a while, anyway.

This is why I was scared to death, of my father receiving my ill-thought-out gift.

After a while there was a knock, before my father entered. "Draco?" He called out. He didn't sound mad, but I stayed put. Unfortunately, I could feel a sneeze coming, from the dust. He called out again, before starting to leave. Out of nowhere, my cover was blown when the sneeze finally tore through my nose.

"So that's where you've been hiding." Lucius pulled me from under my bed. "Now look at you. You're covered in dust." He ruffled hair, unknowing of the fear I felt. "I loved your present, Draco." He smiled, and I was instantly relieved.

"You aren't mad!" I exclaimed.

My father grimaced a bit, but still looked happy. "You could have picked a better hiding place, but a present from you could never make me mad. Is that why you've been missing all day?"

I nodded.

"Well, I'm not mad, munchkin. Now go clean up before dinner." He said, placing me back on the bed.

After that I always hid his presents. Although, I've refrained from mud pies, since.

"Any ideas?" Harry's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"No. My father has almost everything. But I have to go swipe his card again." I tried to push the resulting memory away, but Harry caught the flush that flew to my cheeks.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." I replied quickly. Harry frowned. "It's really nothing. Just something I really don't want to think about. Ever." I was still bright red, I could feel it. Luckily, Harry didn't further question.

"Ok. Let's go get dressed." Harry almost ran out the room, leaving me to follow.

'Why's he in such a hurry?' I thought, rolling my eyes.