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The Twelve Pains of Christmas by theatrechick
Chapter 1 : The First Pain of Christmas...
 
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The 12 pains of Christmas


“Minister Malfoy, what is the plan to combat the latest string of threats by the Independent Party? You know, the claim that you are incompetent and need to step down in favor of Lord Voldemort.” A reporter questioned.

Draco stood at a platform, looking quite dapper. He wore a dark charcoal grey suit with a dark green shirt and a sliver tie. His hair was not slicked back like he used to wear it, that had gone out of style during his second year at Hogwarts. Instead it had been styled smartly, a few bangs hanging down in his face the rest was intentionally messy, or more appropriately wind-blown. And on his hand was a simple silver wedding band.

“Well, first of all,” Draco began with a sigh, “Lord Voldemort is an incompetent fool. He has been defeated, what like a million times by Harry Potter and nobody likes him. Second, I don’t feel that I am unfit to be the Minister of Magic, in fact I have dreamed of this day since I was only a little child. I called this press conference specifically to tell Ronald Weasley that I will step down OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

Applause broke out among the press and the Malfoy supporters. He smiled and posed for the many flashing cameras that were capturing photos of him. Another reporter stood up, “Minister, if I may, ask, how does it feel to be the Minister of Magic, you beat Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Voldemort, and Hermione Granger!”

Draco beamed widely, “Well you know – ”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

A frown crossed Draco’s face… Where is that noise coming from? he wondered.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

It was getting louder. Draco tried to block it out but the beeping refused to go away. “Draco, it’s time to wake up,” a voice called over the beeping.

Draco sat up. It was only a dream… damn. He reached over to turn off the alarm clock. 4:30 Draco started in disbelief, what the heck was he doing up at four thirty in the morning? He needed his beauty sleep.

“Draco, don’t you dare go back to sleep!” the voice that had officially awakened Draco called up the stairs.

Draco moaned and climbed out of his bed and stumbled down the stairs into the brightly lit kitchen. The kitchen was quite large, and painted white… all of it. The appliances in the kitchen were white too. He sat down at the table and ran his hands through his hair. “Addie, baby, sweetheart,” he mumbled still half asleep his eyes closed against the blind light of the kitchen, “remind me once more why I have to be up four and a half hour before I’m supposed to be at work.”

Addison Malfoy hit him on the head with a dishrag, “You moron, you don’t have work today! It’s a Saturday!”

Draco sat up fully alert, “Then why in Merlin’s name am I awake at this ridiculous hour in the morning?”

Addison stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. Draco looked at her; her strawberry blonde hair was loosely curled and flowing down her back. Her was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red Christmas sweater. She still looked like a super model even though she and Draco had had one child and were expecting another. Wait a minute, Draco thought She’s wear her Christmas sweater… He glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall, December 1st, Great! Draco thought.

“Addison, do we have to?” Draco whined.

“YES!” she replied in an exasperated tone, “We have this argument every year and the answer is the same, we will go find the perfect Christmas tree! Now go get ready, I’m on my way to get Alex up and then we will be leaving!”

Draco, grumpy like he always was on this day, angrily got out of his chair and stomped up the stair. He walked into his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a white turtleneck and is favorite green sweater. After a hot shower and a relaxing shave, Draco got dressed, “Draco, hurry up!” Addison called from the living room.

Draco glared at his reflection, “Be there in just a minute, babe!”

Draco stopped by the closet one last time to pull out his leather jacket, a scarf, and a pair of gloves. It was going to be a long day.

~*~
After thirty minutes of arguing about which of their many cars to take, Draco, Addison and baby Alexander were loaded into their Hummer, “I still hate this stupid thing,” Draco told Addison.

She rolled her eyes, “My dad thinks they are the best cars in the world. Sorry that it doesn’t fit your tastes.”

Draco ran his left hand through his hair keeping the right on the steering wheel, “It fits my taste; I just don’t want to scratch the paint.”

“Whatever,” Addison said staring out the window.

Draco sighed; this is what he got for marrying an American he guessed. Addison’s parents were wealth and they loved to give their only child lavish gifts, like the Hummer. Draco didn’t mind, but it seemed that every time his father-in-law came to visit he inspected each and every one of the gifts he had given Addison and Draco Jr. and the blame for even the smallest scratch was blamed on Draco’s “inability to respect the generous gifts of others” to quote Mr. Rhode. Draco could see the next inspection of the Hummer now:
***
“Look at all these scratches on the roof of this car!” Mr. Rhode would say in a disappointed voice.

“Well, sir, that would be from the Christmas tree Addison insisted we tie to the roof,” Draco would explain.

“Nonsense!” the older man would yell, “My sweet daughter know how to respect the gifts she is given, look at her Mustang, no even a speck of dust on it!”
***


The yelling would continue until the visit ended.

After driving for an hour, the Malfoys reached Ted’s Tree Farm. “Here we are!” Draco exclaimed, “Now remember, we’re taking the first one we see that looks decent!”

Addison laughed loudly, “Of course Draco darling, as long as it passes my inspection!”

Draco groaned loudly and buckled Alex into his stroller and followed his wife into the forest of Christmas trees.

~*~
After what seemed like years, Addison stopped at a tree, Please let this be the tree! Draco pleaded with whoever was listening. The couple had passed hundreds of trees at Ted’s and Addison had not found “The right one” so it was back into the Hummer and they drove for another hour to Carl’s Christmas Crib. Addison read the sign and they didn’t even stop. After stopping to change Alex’s diaper. It was more driving. “Addie, at this rate we will have driven across the whole freaking continent!” Draco said through clenched teeth.

“I was thinking that same thing,” she admitted, “Maybe we should just go to the States and find one!”

Draco slammed on the brakes. “No! You have drug me across the continent, we’ve been through three diapers, three tanks of gas, and one fast food lunch. We are finding this stupid tree if it’s the last thing we do!” Draco yelled.

Addison looked near tears, “Draco, if you didn’t want to do this you could have told me.”

“I did!”

The loud outburst scared little Alexander and his high-pitched screams joined those of his parents. Addison opened the car door and climbed into the backseat with the screaming baby. “Shhh,” she cooed to her baby.

Draco hit his fists on the steering wheel, “Why can’t do this like every other family out there and order our tree from the local wizard scouts?”

“Because, it has meaning to us!” Addison said through her tears.

Draco turned around with a blank look on his face, “What?”

Addison smiled weakly, “You tripped and fell on me at Jenna’s Christmas party when she and Harry announced their engagement.”

“So?”

Addison brushed the tears from her check, “Then our first date was that year on Christmas Eve.”

“At the airport?” Draco asked confused, “When the flights to America were cancelled due to the heavy snow? And I asked if you wanted to get a drink?”

Addison nodded her smile growing.

Draco pulled the car into the parking lot of a muggle mall, parked the car and got into the backseat with his wife and child, “The table at the restaurant was next to a Christmas tree. The restaurant where I asked you to marry me.”

Addison’s face lit up and she started to cry happy tears. Draco leaned over Alex in his car seat and gently kissed Addie and wiped her tears with his handkerchief, “Come on babe, let’s go find your Christmas tree.”

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The twelve pains of Christmas comes from a Bob Rivers song... the twelve pains of christmas.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed... please leave me a review! I feel so wonderful when I get them which isn't too often... I don't know if this is a good idea, so let me know what you think!!!


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