While You Slept

While You Slept

I woke Christmas morning with my arms wrapped around him. Our semi-nude bodies were pressed against each other and our legs intertwined. I smiled, loving the feel of him in my arms and kissed his shoulder. I sighed in content and held him tighter for a brief moment before getting up and getting dressed. Today I would introduce Harry to a traditional Malfoy Christmas.

I went down to the kitchens and ordered a breakfast, where I saw my father standing and waiting for what I assumed was Remus' breakfast.

"I see the tradition caries on this year," I said before telling the house-elves what to make for my love.

"Why wouldn't it?" my father asked.

"Because it was something you and Mother did," I answered. "Not something you and someone else did."

"I never ordered your mother's breakfast, Draco," my father confessed. "She did, the night before. You would have only asked more questions if we had told you the truth."

"So this is actually a new tradition then?" I asked.

My father shook his head. "It's been a tradition in our family for generations, Draco," my father informed me. "The men in our family always gave their wives breakfast in bed so that they could be on her good side and earn the rest of the day off to be with lovers instead."

"Or family has a serious problem with infidelity," I muttered.

"Hopefully the last Malfoy has committed adultery."

"You?" I asked. My father nodded.

"It has always been the first son who was gay, Draco. You are the first son. Perhaps our next will not be as..."

"Faulted?" I asked, joking around. My father glared at me. "Tortured, perhaps?" I continued. "Living in fear of his wife and the world finding out what a freak he is?"

"You are...terrible."

"Thank you!" I said brightly.

"Someone should warn Harry."

"Maybe Remus should do it," I suggested. "After all, he's been with you how long? He should know by know how vile we all are."

When the food was finished, I placed the plates I had ordered on a tray and carried it upstairs to my bedroom where Harry still lay, sleeping the morning away.

"Harry," I said softly, my mouth right next to his ear. "Wake up."

Slowly, he opened his eyes. "What?" he asked as I placed the tray in front of him.

"Happy Christmas, love," I said softly. "Now eat up," I requested. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

"We do?" Harry asked (wearily or groggily, I'm not sure).

I nodded. "Today, you get to see how the other half lives."

"I thought I'd been doing that," he confessed.

I shook my head and waved him off. "You've only been privy to the average day of relaxation. Today, my love, we go on the town and you get to see what it's really like to be rich and famous."

"Do I want to see that?" Harry asked, smirking at me.

"After we're done with that, we always come back to the manor for some well deserved fun," I informed him.

His eyebrows went up as he took a bite of his food. "Fun?" he echoed.

I nodded. "Lots of fun."

We did what any rich family would do on Christmas. We went shopping, then we went to the various parties we were obligated to attend. Harry didn't like either part vary much, and most people were quite surprised to see the famous Boy Who Lived with the master Malfoy and his heir (these same people were surprised to see the absence of my mother and the pregnant man on my father's arm).

"This is really boring," Harry muttered in my ear at our last party of the day. "Do we have to stay for the entire thing?"

"Well," I answered, taking a sip of wine, "you and I don't, but Father and Remus do--which actually means that I do, because Father would kill me if I abandoned him. Which means you do as well, because I'm not about to suffer through this on my own. So, yes, we have to stay for the entire thing."

"And you do this every year?" he asked me.

I nodded. "The obligations of having more money than you know what to do with. That's why we're always making donations to the Ministry and to St. Mungo's and stuff like that."

"So the donations are actual donations then?" Harry asked. "Not bribe attempts?"

"Getting to know us, are you?" I asked.

He chuckled, and I was reminded of what it had felt to almost loose him. That was not something I could bare to have happen again. I had to keep him with me, even if that meant I was gluing myself to his hip--which doesn't seem like a bad idea, actually.

It was late when we did finally arrive back at the manor. We ate Christmas dinner with whatever was left out of close family and friends--even Mother showed with Micah. I was surprised to learn that not only was she pregnant, she was five months pregnant. She was surprised to learn that not only was I more gay than she had originally thought, I was with none other than the Boy Who Lived. She was also surprised to see the man who had stolen her husband away from her (not that she actually ever had him).

Severus was there as well, and the tension between him and Harry was way too much. He actually left before the meal was through because of it. He didn't want to be eating at the same table as that holier than thou Gryffindor who was my boyfriend.

They're more alike than they'll ever know.

After dinner was the traditional opening all the gifts that hadn't been bought earlier that day. Remus got quite a bit of baby things, as well as a few things from my father that I refuse to name. Father was gifted with his usual potion stuff (be it cauldrons, ingredients, books, what ever), and the traditional silver ring. I have a feeling that this year's ring was not silver.

I received my first ring that Christmas. Every Malfoy son gets the first one the Christmas of their seventeenth year. I had turned seventeen last April.

I knew exactly what I was going to do with my first ring, but that wouldn't happen for a while now.

Once the obligatory stuff was out of the way, we were all allowed to escape to the privacy we all craved. It was obvious that the sexual tension had been growing in all of us long before we were allowed to do anything about it, and Harry and I had only just made it into my room before we began to practically rape each other.