Warnings - This story is SLASH/YAOI (m/m pairing), so if you don't like it you should leave now. May contain coarse language, sexual content, rape and any other bad thing your mind and obviously mine came up with.

Disclaimer - Draco: bloody hell, what the hell was that Potter?
Harry: How am I supposed to know malfoy, I’ve never driven before!
Draco: Potter Stop! , Stop the damn car Potter! Potter watch out!
Harry: what was that silver hexagon thingy?
Draco: I don’t know, I HAVN’T SEEN THE BACK OF A STOP SIGN BEFORE! Jeez potter!
Harry: I guess this isn’t the best time to tell him he has oil in his hair…
Draco: Ok, this may sound stupid but isn’t the writer suppose to be giving a disclaimer here, instead of making us slash stars give an introduction…
Harry: Isn’t that the most obvious question, with the most obvious answer?
Draco: well I didn’t think so…*Draco kiss’s Harry*
Snape: Oh can you two boy’s just get on with the disclaimer…damn these young wizards with thier bloody hormones now a days!
Draco & Harry: Yes professor Snape, right away…
Draco: I wonder if the writer realizes how long this is…
Harry: I wonder if Draco or better yet the writer knows what the disclaimer is…
Snape: Fine I’ll do it you incompetent little wizards: The writer doesn’t own anything to do with Harry potter, I thought it would have been a little obvious by now!
Writer: Well that’s not entirely true …I mean, I do own this story and all the other ones I make, and I own the power to create what i want all of you characters to say! *Mua ha ha ha* evil laugh.

Authors Note - Hey everyone! Ok, if you read chapter one, then you already know what it’s all about! So here is chapter two of Invisible Christmas, Please enjoy!

P.S. Yeah I know its kind of late lol. Well it was meant to be a one shot, but like usual…I got carried away and got more ideas lol. Enjoy The End!

Thanks - Thanks to everyone who has reviewed any of my other stories, and to all new readers! I just want to take this chance to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

News - I was just wondering…If any of you really like my stories, I was wondering if you could pass them on to any of your friends who like HP fanfics, I really want my stories to be read, and I really want to get more reviews on what people think of them! So Please if you know anyone who wants to read a story, pass mine around! Thank you!

Ok, so here it is, and I hope you all like it!



Chapter Two - Unexpected gifts

Oh, No

Dobby stood in wonder at his young friend. He wanted to know what Harry was thinking; he wanted to know what was wrong.

“Why? Why did he have to see this?”

Dobby looked upon Harry and had noticed that he was holding on to his little black book with silver writing on the front, the book that had diary written on the cover, the book that Harry had liked to write in.

“What is wrong with Harry, Dobby wonders?”

Harry just stood in shock, knowing that Draco Malfoy, the boy he idolized, the boy he loved had read his diary. Shocked to know that he had read his secrets. Harry stood in fear, he stood holding his diary and shaking momentarily. Harry then brought his diary in toward him self and started to fear what Draco might have thought about him.

What if he took it the wrong way? What if he hates me now, what if he always has? What if he treats me differently out of pity? Why? Why did this have to happen?

“No, No, this is bad, Dobby’s friends are not getting along, and Dobby’s friends are having misunderstandings”

“What? What if he hates me?” Harry started to ask with silent tears running down his face.

“No, this is all wrong, Dobby’s day is all wrong, Dobby’s day was supposed to be nice, and special!”

Dobby started to frantically bang his head on the table. The house elf had ended up banging the table so hard that the plates of spaghetti that had been lying on the table all fell on to the floor, of coarse some just had to make it onto the poor house elves head. The noise of the plates braking had frantically awaked Harry from the state of shock he was in. As Harry soon realized the state he was in he decided he had to find out what Draco had thought about the situation, and to find out just how much he read.

“Dobby, please take care, I need to go find Draco” Harry stated, while putting his book into his robe pocket and clearing out of the great hall.

“Please Harry, Wait for Dobby, Dobby can help Harry, Dobby promises he wont get in the way of Harry.” Dobby stated, while pulling on Harry’s long black robes.

“No!” Harry beckoned.

“You don’t want Dobby’s help?”

“It’s not like that Dobby. This is just something I have to do on my own for once. Ok Dobby?”

“Yes Harry, Dobby understands.”

“Good, see you around then”

“Wait Harry! Dobby knows where Draco is!”

“You do?” Harry said, with some hope still left in him.

“Yes, Dobby will take Harry to Draco, But Harry doesn’t want Dobby to help him”

“Please Dobby, I don’t have much time, I need to speak with him, can you just tell me where he is?”

“Well, If Harry really insists…”

“Yes, I do!”

“Well, umm Dobby thinks…”

“Yes, what does Dobby think?”

“Dobby thinks…”

“Damn it Dobby!!” Harry yelled, very impatiently. “Where the hell is Malfoy?” Harry viciously grabbed Dobby and swung him in the air and let go of him. Dobby was then flying in the air and was about to land rock hard in the middle of the Slytherin tables, but Harry had used his wand to create a levitation spell.

I don’t have much time. I need to know how he feels.

“Now, where is he Dobby?”

“Dobby-suposes-that-Draco-would-be-in-his-room, -in-the-dongens, -the-password-is…Dragons-fly” Dobby said as quickly as possible.

“Thank you!” Harry yelled while letting the levitation spell go.

Dobby had then hit the table hard, but not as hard as he would have if it weren’t for that levitation spell Harry had used. Harry was now finally out of the great hall, and running towards his destination.

He had finally reached the Slytherin dungeons and had almost forgotten the password within all the commotion.

“Dragons Fly” the young boy announced, to the portrait that guarded the Slytherin dungeons.

“You may enter.” The portrait replied.

“Thank you.” Harry replied, softly.

He had now entered the Slytherin dungeons for the first time in what had to be at least four years tops. Harry had only been introduced to some of the dungeon areas and the common room area, but had not seen where each Slytherin’s room had been. It was going to be tuff finding the right room, but Harry had faith that he would find the right one in the boy’s dormitory.

“Draco! Where are you?” Harry called out, while entering the boy’s dormitory.

There had been no replies to Harry’s calls. Harry was almost on the verge of giving up on finding Draco’s room, until he came across a door that had a wooden plack on it, revealing the words “Slytherin Prince.”

This, this has to be it, no one other then Draco is this cocky!

“Draco!” Harry yelled, while banging on the door.

“Draco, are you in there? Please if you are, please answer me! Please come out, I need to speak with you!”

Still there was no reply.

“Please Draco, I am begging you, please open this door, you have to understand something! You have to understand what was written in this book.”

Why isn’t he answering? Does he hate me that much?

“Please, open up the door Draco, Please!”

I have never asked anything of you before, so why won’t you just open the door. Why won’t you give me the chance to explain? Never! Never have I asked for anything of you!

Harry’s silent tears once again started to fill his face. Harry spent a good hour banging his fist across the Slytherin’s door and pleading out to him, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t reach out to the young boy who lay in his room. Harry had finally grown tired of hitting the door and had started losing his voice from yelling. Harry’s tears were still endlessly falling from his face as he sat with his back against the Slytherin’s door.

Why…why will you not answer me?

“Please…” Harry muttered softly.

Do, do you really hate me that much? Was that kiss before really just for tradition?

“Please…” Harry had said for his very last time, as his voice finally died and was lost for what would probably be the remainder of the day.

Harry while having his voice lost had come to the conclusion that Draco probably had wanted nothing to do with him any longer. Harry then helped himself up, and tiredly and almost drained completely had left the boys dormitory, and had gone through the common room to finally leave through the Slytherin portrait.

Harry slowly walked up to the Gryffindor common room and sat quietly in front of the warm Christmas tree. He sat there staring out the window as snow was falling to the ground of Hogwarts.

Why? Why do I have to be so invisible? Harry thought, as he cried himself to sleep.



I’m Sorry. I am so, so sorry.

Draco on the other hand had been sitting with his back against his bedroom door all afternoon. As Harry pleaded for him to come out, all Draco could do was cry silently and apologize silently. Draco could not forgive himself for prying into Harry’s Diary. He was not ready for Harry to forgive him for something that horrible. He was also worried that Harry would be furious with him and not want to forgive him. Either way Draco could not be able to bare looking into Harry’s emerald green eyes-not yet anyway.

I am terribly sorry Harry, I don’t know what I would do if someone had pride into my diary in such a way that I did with yours.

I am such an awful person, how could I do that to you?

Draco unlike Harry could not fall asleep that evening. Instead Draco sat by the now cold door that had once been warmed up by Harry’s body. “What to do?” was a repeated question Draco had to ask himself in a situation such as this.

How? How do I tell one such as Harry that… that I don’t…that I don’t feel the same as him?

“Oh why? WHY CAN’T I JUST BE INVISIBLE?” Draco yelled out in agony.

The clock was rounding up to be eleven. Draco had been contemplating on what to do about this situation, and as he looked at the time he realized that it was going to be Christmas morning soon, and with that Draco finally realized what it was he had to do. Draco was going to send Harry a gift, a gift that the boy would never forget, and an apology of many sorts.



The clock in the common room had started to go off as it turned to eleven o’clock. Harry had been awakened as it rang it’s annoying sound. While Harry was awaking he cursed about how he hated the damn clocks going off at every hour.

Harry was now awake and had decided that getting a drink might help his throat a bit more. He was getting up to get some water but from the corner of his eye he had noticed something awkward, something different.

What could it be?

Harry went by the tree to see a package wrapped in emerald green wrapping paper with silver ribbon wrapped around it. Walking closer to this package, Harry kneeled down to pick it up.

“To Harry Potter, From Draco Malfoy” that is what had been listed on the package.

Harry was surprised to see that there had been a gift under the tree for him self, a gift that was given to him by someone other then Ron, Hermione or a Professor.

Should I open it?

“How can I resist?” Harry said, with a slight smile upon his face.

As Harry carefully unwrapped the gift, he started to notice a similarity to what he was holding. He was holding a book that had looked just like his; only it was black with emerald green writing on the front saying “Diary.”

He bought me a new book? Is it to replace the one he looked upon? Or is it to start something new?

After curiously looking at the cover of the book, Harry had finally decided to open the book. Just as Harry opened the book there had been a piece of parchment folded in the first page of the book. Harry removed the parchment to read what it had said.

By removing this parchment he had noticed that there was writing inside the book as well.

Dear Harry.

I guess you are wondering why I have sent you this book. I will explain that soon, first I would just like to explain to you that I am terribly sorry for prying into your diary the way I did. I know it was wrong of me, terribly wrong of me, and I regret it deeply. I am also sorry that I could not open my door to you before. I was scared. I was scared of what you might think of me after I had read your precious book. I was also scared of what I would have to tell you. Harry I am deeply sorry, but I do not feel the same way as you. I have learned many, many things about you from your book, but also from you in general. I now know that you feel invisible, and as you say that, that is how I know I feel different. That is why I know my feelings are different. You wish to not be invisible, and it is all I long for, I want to be invisible. My dear Harry, Please take my diary, and please read through it, learn more about me, as I have you. Please accept this diary as a gift, a gift of knowledge. Harry as I saw those pages in your diary that revolved around me, I just knew, I knew that you would be mad at me for seeing them, and so I want you to see my pages of you. If you flip to the same page number in mine as was yours. You will see the blood of the first cut you gave me. I found it funny that they were on the same page, but upon different books. I guess that only gives me more proof then I already had, that you love me, and that your diary was really a gift to me as well, a gift of love. My dear Harry, I want you to please take my diary and realize that it is a gift of love to you as well. Harry you are my soul mate, and I hope you can forgive me. Harry I love you. Take care.

Love Draco.

Harry suddenly lifted his left hand to his cheek as he felt tears go down his cheeks. These tears had not been tears of pain like before, but tears of joy. Harry had refolded the loving parchment back up and slipped it into the diary.

Thank you Draco, I shall read this diary of love, but for now all I want is to be in your arms or you in mine, I just want to be with you, and I shall.



It was now eleven thirty, and Draco had lain upon his bed trying to sleep. He was rustling through his sheets for comfort, but couldn’t seem to get any.

“I can’t take it any more, I want to know Harry’s reply.” Draco muttered.

I wonder if he will forgive me…or if he will even reply back.?

Draco had suddenly heard a knock at the window, at first he thought it was just the wind, but then soon came to realize that it had been Harry’s owl. Draco jumped up at the sight and ran to the window in search of a reply from Harry’s snowy white owl.

Draco once letting the friendly owl in, had grabbed what seemed to be not one but two pieces of parchment from him.

Dear Draco.

Thank, you for the diary, but I want to see you, that is all I ask of you.

From, Harry.

“Bloody hell, I write him my honest to god true feelings and he sends me a line, and doesn’t even tell me what he thinks! Does that mean he doesn’t forgive me?”

I guess there is the second parchment to read as well.

Draco then flipped to the second parchment that read…

Dear Draco.

Stop being a chicken shit, and get your ass down to the Gryffindor common room immediately, P.S the password is …gumballs.

From, Harry.

“What a arrogant little git! Why do I even love him so much?” Draco spat.

Well, I guess I will find out what he thinks when I arrive there. I hope for both our sakes, that he has forgiven me though.



I hope Draco makes it in time!

Harry was standing near the portrait awaiting for Draco to arrive in the common room. Harry had, had his invisibility cloak around himself so that when Draco arrived, Draco would not be able to see him.

Time seemed to be going faster and faster for Harry as he waited for Draco to arrive. It seemed time was running short.

Suddenly the common room door had opened to a young Slytherin boy announcing the password “gumballs!”

Draco slowly made his way into the common room. He had noticed the overly sized tree that had been near the fireplace, but not to close to set fire. When he was walking towards the tree he had noticed that his diary was laid upon the end table near a red couch, and no one had been in the room. Draco was worried at first but then suddenly realized that this had to be Harry’s message. Draco realized that Harry had not forgiven him, and his diary in an empty room was a sign of this.

Draco was about to reach for his book when he turned to the clock ringing. As Draco turned to the clock, he had realized that he had silent tears coming down.

“Got you!” Harry yelped.

“What?” screeched Draco, as he tried to breath for air.

Harry had jumped the boy with his invisibility cloak on. As Harry jumped Draco they both fell forward to the ground, wrapped in the cloak.

“I thought you would never come” Harry replied.

“But, but I thought…”

“Shhh, it’s Ok Draco, I know what you thought, but you were wrong. Merry Christmas!” Harry said, while placing his hands upon Draco’s face clearing away his tears with his long fingers. Harry then leaned in and Kissed Draco passionately on the lips.

“Feel better?”

“No” replied Draco.

“What? Why not?”

“Because you scared me half to death, and…”

“And what?”

“And…you are cutting off the circulation to my legs.”

“Err, sorry Love.”

“Umm, I like the sound of that.”

“So do I” Harry said, while smiling.

“Good, then I know what not to say to you!”

“What, how come?” Harry pouted.

Draco then flipped Harry over so that he was hovering on top of him.

“Just kidding!” Draco smiled.

“I love you Harry.” Draco said, while leaning into Harry’s flushed pink lips.

Draco and Harry spent the next half hour fighting over who got to be on the top and who got the bottom, while passionately kissing. They finally stopped for some air, and Draco had finally acknowledged that they were under an invisibility cloak.

“When…”

“First year”

“How…”

“My father”

“Why…?”

“Because I love you, and I knew how much you wanted to be invisible, so here is my Christmas gift to you.”

“But…”

“No butt’s Draco, I love you, and you are all that matters to me. I know you want to be invisible, and I have been invisible all my life, I don’t want to be any more, but I will be for you. And I just want you to promise me one thing! That no matter what, the only time you are invisible is when you are under this cloak.”

“But…”

“Promise me!”

“But…”

“PROMISE ME, YOU WILL NOT PARISH AND THIS WILL BE THE ONLY WAY YOU ARE INVISIBLE!” Harry yelled furiously.

Draco then fought Harry over again. As Draco was once again hovering over Harry he whispered in his right ear…

“Can you let me say something please…?” Draco nibbled on Harry’s ear softly.

Harry just cooed at the feeling of being underneath Draco, and being pleasured by him. Harry gave a slight nod yes.

“I don’t have to promise anything like that, because being with you is precious to me, and being with you makes me want to live, I no longer crave to be invisible, and besides I’ve had enough of it already”

Harry’s eyes opened widely at hearing Draco’s confession and he felt tears starting to make there way through.

Draco then pulled the invisibility cloak off of them, and threw it off to the side. Harry was more then pleased at the way Draco had turned out. Harry couldn’t stop smiling and making sure his tears of happiness didn’t come sliding down. Draco then picked Harry up off of the floor and carried him to the couch. Both wrapped in each other’s comfort, and warming arms they sat on the couch upon the fire, just enjoying one another’s company.

“Draco…”

“Hmm?”

“I love you” Harry said, while silently drifting away in his new boyfriends arms.

“I love you too,” Draco said, silently, not wanting to disturb what little sleep his boyfriend needed.

“Draco…” Harry said even more silently.

“Yes, Love?”

“Lets live”

“We will”

“Draco…”

“What now love?” Draco said, with a little chuckle.

“Merry Christmas”

Draco lay there thinking about how this ‘Invisible’ Christmas turned out to be the most perfect one, and one he would never forget, and neither would Harry, for they both had each other. And they for now on would live life to the fullest! Invisible or not, they had each other and there new love.

“Merry Christmas Harry, to tomorrow!” Draco said, while nodding off with his lover in his arms.



Extra Comedy…

Dobby - Aw, look at the HAPPY-CUTE couple I set up!

Writer – Dobby, stop it! You so know I was the one who set them up!

Dobby – But…Ms. Writer…Dobby helped right?

Writer – Of course you helped Dobby! It was just I who was the mastermind behind it all!

Dobby – Now you are the one lying! You so know I was the master mind!

Writer – Yeah, well you can’t prove it!

Dobby – Master, you just admitted it!

(Silence – can you hear the crickets?)

Writer – No I didn’t…and that’s right Dobby, I am your master – So Shut up!

*Writer kicks Dobby*

Dobby – Owe, that hurt! I’m telling Harry Potter about you!

Writer – Snickers…Not if I can help it! *Zap*



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