"Kreacher..." Harry started.
                              
"No! Gimme Laelaps!" he demanded, and Draco handed him the sleepy puppy.
                              
"Make sure you sleep, please," Harry said.
                              
"Kreacher will. Goodnight, Harry, Master Draco."
                              
"Goodnight, Kreacher," Draco said, as the house elf disappeared into the kitchen.
                              
Harry pulled him over to the couch and extinguished the lights. They stared at the bright tree, and Draco kissed him for a few minutes.
                              
"Thank you, Harry. This day has been perfect."
                              
"You smiled and teared up so much. It made me so happy, Draco. It was the best Christmas, the best day I've ever had," Harry said, sniffling a little.
                              
"Me, too, but I need to give you my present," Draco whispered and leaned in to kiss him, again. "The clock hasn't struck midnight, yet."
                              
"You have a present for me?" Harry said, surprised.
                              
"It's a last-minute gift. You told me last night, while we were dancing, what you wanted."
                              
"I did?"
                              
"Yes, you did," he said as he kissed him. "You said that all you want for Christmas is me."
                              
Harry took a quick, stuttering breath in. His hands grabbed ahold of his shirt like he was worried he'd split. "Y-Yeah...?"
                              
"Well, I'm yours, Harry."
                              
Harry seemed stunned. "You mean, we're boyfriends? Or...."
                              
"I think we became boyfriends at some point, which neither of us decided to mention. But I mean... we go upstairs, and... you unwrap your present."
                              
Harry coughed. "Are you serious?"
                              
Draco pried Harry's fingers off his shirt and said, "I am, but if you think it's too fast...."
                              
"I don't!" Harry said, quickly.
                              
He was eager. "Then let's go."
                              
"But you don't have to do this, for a Christmas present! It's not necessary."
                              
"Harry, I've wanted nothing else for years. It's not a repayment or making us even. I want to have sex with you. I want to feel your naked body. I want you to scream my name."
                              
Harry laughed. "You're sure about this?"
                              
"Yes," Draco said, as the clock dinged for the first few times. "Well, you have until the stroke of midnight to accept my present."
                              
"Midnight?" he replied as the fourth and fifth chimes came. Then sixth and seventh clanged. At the eighth chime, Harry kissed him. "I accept. I'll accept anything you want to do, Draco. I just want you in my arms come morning."
                              
The clock struck twelve, and Draco snogged him, thrusting his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. Harry did the same, gripping him hard enough to leave bruises.
                              
"Come on, Harry. Let's go upstairs. I want to feel all of you," Draco whispered through the kisses.
                              
Harry led the way up the stairs, but Draco led him towards his bedroom. He knew his room.
                              
"But your bed is small," Harry complained, as he pulled off his jumper.
                              
"Well, you should have invited me into your room before. I don't need a broken toe in the middle of the night cause I don't know where I am. My bed will be fine."
                              
Harry sighed but, thankfully, didn't need prompting to come over and undress him, very slowly, before shedding his own clothes. Then Harry's large hands touched his chest, and he was trembling, again. "Merlin, you're beautiful," Harry whispered.