Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy-Five - Christmas Part 5: Christmas Day

Harry, Draco, Kyle and Narcissa arrange the gifts from their friends under the giant Christmas tree set up in the family room of the chateau. Kyle is trying very hard to appear sober in front of his grandmother but is failing miserably. Narcissa is not laughing at her grandson, she's not, Malfoys don't laugh. Blacks laugh but only when no one's looking, the smile though, she can't hide.

Harry, still polyjuiced as Ian, taps Kyle on his shoulder, "Go take a shower." Kyle leans in to kiss him but is stopped by Harry's hand, "Ian's at home, Kyle, go take your shower."

"Pssf, I knew that dad... whatever, it was a joke." Kyle stumbles towards the stairs.

"Do you have any hangover potions?" Harry asks Draco.

"Yes, I brought some potions... when is that going to wear off?" He motions to Harry's entire person.

Harry looks at his watch. "Another 15 minutes. We can finish putting our gifts under the tree. I... ah... I got some for Kyle from Father Christmas. He said he never had any presents from Father Christmas before."

"Don't you think he's a bit old for that, Potter?"

"Nope." Harry smiles, "It's his first Christmas with us, it needs to be perfect."

"Oh my god, you just jinxed us." Draco accio's his gifts for under the tree while Harry pulls his from an expandable bag he brought with. "If it's not perfect, that's your fault."

Narcissa carries her gifts from her sitting room, fixing the bows as she places them under the tree, "Good night, Darlings. Try not to stay up bickering all night."

"What's this Malfoy?" Harry picks up a gift that Draco placed under the tree, "To Kyle from Father Christmas?"

"Piss off Potter." He grins.

The Polyjuice is wearing off as the last gift is positioned by Malfoy.

"Dad!" Kyle yells down the stairs.

"Don't shout." Draco yells back, "You'll wake your grandmother."

"Dad!" Kyle whisper shouts down the stairs. "Not you, I want dad."

Harry smirks climbing the stairs, "Why don't you shower, Malfoy, I'll see what he needs."

"Fine." Draco climbs after him muttering a nox to turn all the lights off downstairs. He points to his door across the hall so Harry knows where to find him.

"What's wrong Kyle, why are you crying?" Harry walks in Kyle's room. It reminds him of the Ravenclaw common room with its color scheme and bookshelves.

"I puked in the tub." Kyle whispers through his tears, "I'm sorry, Harry, I puked in the tub. I don't know where my wand is. Don't tell Draco, he'll be disappointed in me and it's Christmas. I don't want him disappointed in me but I puked in the tub. Harry, it tasted horrible. Like whiskey and cupcakes and roast beef sandwich and strawberries and biscuits and..."

"I get it, Kyle." Harry frowns, "It's ok, we'll just clean it up."

"You can't tell Draco, he'll be disappointed. I don't want to be a disappointment. Harry... my mum, she said I was a disappointment. Draco will think that and he won't want me to come back because I puked in his tub. Who does that?" Kyle cries, "Disappointments, they do that."

"Or drunk teenagers, they do that too." Harry smiles, "Are you clean? Did you get any puke on you?"

"I made a mess, Harry." Kyle cries, "I stood outside of the tub and rinsed off the puke parts. I didn't get it in my hair. My hair's still blue, Harry. I wanted it to be silver but I failed at that too."