Harry had been reading and reading. He thought he night finally have it. It's for this spell. But it only allows you to skip 1 year and you need magic. He sighed.

Draco said that he was a wizard, so he'd have to wait until he knew magic.

So he waited.

Before his waiting could get to boring, it was christmas eve. Everybody laughed and giggled. Harry (with the help of Hermione) told everyone about Santa. 'What a silly story.' Draco thought.

Neville laughed. "Harry, have you ever seen Santa before?" He scepticism. Harry looked sad suddenly. "Well, no. I used to stare at the tree from the hatch in my cupboard all night, but I never saw him. But that doesn't mean he's not real! I probably wasn't nice enough or he came when I fell asleep." He laughed.

What? Draco smirked confused. "What do you mean 'wasn't nice enough'"? He asked. Draco looked at the boy, but the question was obviously aimed for Hermione. She answered quickly, but her mind was on other things. "If you're not nice that year you don't get presents from santa. But, Harry. What do you mean, your cupboard?"

Oh no! Harry started to panic when he realized he'd slipped up. Even Draco didn't know what to do. Is it time to tell them the truth?

Just then Ron chuckled. "Come on Hermione, he's obviously talking about he hiding place." Harry saw the moment and played the angry cute kid. He shushed Ron loudly. "SHHH!!! No one was supposed to know!" He pouted, pretending to be angry with Ron. Everyone laughed and Hermione visibly relaxed.

After a few more hours of staying up, mostly because Harry begged them too, everyone finally went to bed. Draco woke up to see that Harry wasn't in the room. He used a special surveillance spell his mom had set up. It requires charmed items to work, but it works.

Wait, is he actually hoping to see Santa? Huh. So Harry cares to much about an old fat guy. Guess it can't be helped then.

One glamor and a conjured fat suit later and Draco was apparition into the living room with everyones presents. He'd gone by everyone's rooms as well saying that he'd bring them down. Then he put on the disguise.

Harry waited. And waited. And waited. He was not gonna fall asleep this time. Suddenly, a pop! Wait. Was that?! It was!!! HE'S REAL!!! HE'S REAL!!! HE'S REALLY REAL!!! Harry silently jumped for joy. Then he stopped to take another look.

Draco resisted the urge to chuckle. He could see Harry's bright smile through the fuzz of his hat and beard. Wait, why is it fading? Had he figured out it was a lie? What wro- his thoughts were interrupted by the start of Harry's sobs. He cast a silence bubble around the boy as fast as possible. He hoped the cry hadn't woken anyone up.

Then, he walked up to Harry.

Using a voice deepening spell he hadn't used since he tried to convince his parent's he was mature when he was 13, Draco spoke to Harry.

"My dear boy. What seems to be the problem? Harry looked up and cried. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I was never nice enough to get presents! I'm sorry!" The boy sobbed.

Draco shushed and comforted him. "Hush now. You were plenty nice. The nicest boy I've ever met." Harry looked up from his tears. His voice was trembling. "T-then how come you never brought me anything? How come you never granted my wish? Draco thought a moment.

"Do you remember just what your wish was?" He asked. Harry nodded. "All I've ever wanted were my Mommy and Daddy." He said. Draco felt his heart melt. "You want a family?" He asked to clarify. Harry just nodded. Then, Draco's deep santa voice went down right cheerful.

"Don't you see? That's exactly what I gave you! I'm sorry I didn't get you any presents. I have to save up my magic so I could grant your wish. I got an old friend if mine to send you a letter. We look a lot alike. With that letter you made your own family. Remember the people earlier?" Harry nodded. "That's the family you made. They love you like part of the family, so if you want to, you can have anyone of them as part of your family. The best part is, they will love you know matter what you choose." Draco could not believe he just said all that. Neither could the person watching from the shadows, completely aware that that was Draco.

Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes! I want all of them as part of my family!" Draco smiled. That's when Harry blushed. "H-hey santa. Could I tell you something?" He asked in a quieter voice. Draco nodded and leaned in. "What is it?" "Promise you won't tell Draco?" He asked now Draco was REALLY curious. What was this kid hiding that he would tell him? Should he say yes? That's kind of like lying though. Wait, why did he care?! The boy thinks he's Santa right now! By the time he figures out the truth, he'll be at an age where a secret he told as a 10 year old won't matter.

Draco nodded and Harry blushed even more. He squirmed. "I think I really like someone. I feel like I always have though. But not like as in like, but like as in like-like them. You know? I just- I really like them, but it's weird because it's not them I like. I mean I like them, but I don't like-like them. I like-like things about them. Like how the smell and are always kind to me. They act like a parent, but it's weird because I don't think of them as a parent. Or should I?! Is that actually a normal thing for families, I thought Dudley was just being gross! Wait, I'm I gross?!! What if they don't like-like me back because I'm gross?!! I don't wanna be gross!!!"

(I'm sorry for all who had to read that. Just writing a 10 year old with a crush gave me a headache, so I severely pity all who read that. =_=" )

Draco got dizzy hearing that a barely kept along. But he caught parts. Harry was worried a crush wouldn't like him cause he's gross? Draco couldn't help but laugh. Harry's eyes went wide at the sound. He looked at the tree with a silent smile.

"You know, that's my favorite thing about them. Their laugh. Their smile. It's the best."

A silence fell. Harry shot up, his face bright red. "I'm sorry I'm sorry!!! I didn't mean it like that! I mean I don't mean that! I mean--- I'm sorry, I was being weird again." Harry sighed in defeat before he ended up force feeding Draco cookies.

When they were done Harry let out a big yawn. He easily fell asleep in Santa's arms. For some reason, the big arms felt just like pillows....

Santa laid Harry down the bed. In his own bed. Then, he appeared into the bathroom where a he changed and flushed the toilet, just for show.

When he opened the door he saw his worst nightmare. Hermione... with bed head!!! Ahh!!!

(Key word: his worst nightmare. //-_-\ )