12 Days of Christmas || Drarry

On the seventh day of Christmas

I couldn't keep today's fist from Pansy. I had been working on it for months already, but I needed to get the last bit of paint at Hogsmeade, which kind of ruined the surprise for her. I ended up having to tell her. It was an acrylic painting of Harry. He was laughing at something Weaslette had said, and his eyes were bright and full. They were glazed over with tears of laughter, and his face was flushed from laughing so hard.

I had managed to get his eyes exact. I spent a month in them alone... I just couldn't match the colours for the longest time. Somehow I managed to get them to swirl the way his own do, and I managed to get that same pink his cheeks turn. Everything was exact, down to the freckle. I had spent long enough admiring him to do so...

I had put it in a painting cylinder. It was an A3 piece, but I had shrunk it so it wouldn't be too big for Hedwig. Once he had taken it off it would grow. When the owls flew in Blaise and Pansy saw the smaller cylinder.
"Is it today then?" I nod my head, too busy looking at Harry.
"Is what today? A specific gift? What is it?" Obviously, Blaise had given up any pretence of not caring.
"It's the painting Blaise. The one I started in April." Blaise seemed surprised. That was my best piece of artwork. I had intended on keeping it, but I decided I couldn't. Not if I wanted him to appreciate it.

"Dray! That... You spent ages on that! It's your best one! It's the only big piece not done in pencil! This is huge. Merlin, I wish you would actually show people your art. That aren't me and Pansy: before you try to argue." I close my mouth. I was going to interject, but one of them just might cut my tongue off if I do, so staying silent may be safer.
"Maybe one day..."

I hadn't wrapped this one, so when Harry saw it had finished growing he just looked at the tag tied around it.

Day seven!
This is my best one... I hope you like it...

I tried not to sound as insecure as I felt. I felt as though I was going to explode when he took out the roll of canvas. He unrolled it and just stared. He stared at it for the longest time. Even as tears slipped from his eyes, probably blurring his vision, he didn't look away for a moment. He ran a soft finger against the charmed paint. I charmed it to it would last longer and wouldn't chip.

Raw emotion fell across his face, and through his eyes. He only looked away when Hermione was out of her own trance enough to tell him to wipe his eyes. He just... Laughed. Not at it, I could tell that much. I think he was laughing at the idea that someone could spend that much time on something to do with him; something for him. I would spend an eternity to do something to make him smile... And he can do it for me by just by smiling... Salazar, I treasure this boy.