Just to clarify, Fem!Draco, Harry X Draco. I always see Fem!Harry, Harry x Draco, so I wanted to switch it up. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, unfortunately, or I would be rolling around in money like a little kid. Rated M. This is my first attempt at writing mature, and, as usual, any constructive criticism is appreciated and welcomed! Happy reading!

Harry woke up next to someone Christmas morning, sixth year. His eyes widened when he realized who it was. Her hair was cascaded over the pillow, and her back was to him. Her skin was it's usual pale color, and she was still asleep. The night's events came back to him, and he blushed at the thought. The curtains were pulled closed around his bed, but he wasn't sure if any of his roommates had poked their heads in or heard something during the night. Only Neville and Ron were here, but it would still be embarrassing to be discovered.

The girl stirred, and Harry stroked the side of her face.

"Draco," Harry whispered to her, "Happy Christmas." She turned to face him, and smiled. Her grey eyes met his green. She leaned in and kissed him. He pulled her naked body against him, and remembering last night, felt himself go hard.

"Harry," Draco said, "do you know what time it is?"

"Probably around five," Harry answered.

"You ready for round two?" She asked. Harry nodded eagerly, and then she pounced.

Ron woke up to the sounds of someone moaning and panting. Neville was sitting up in his bed, his jaw open in shock. When Neville saw that Ron was awake, he pointed to Harry's bed.

"Harry . . . ahh," the sound of a girl's voice came through the drapes. Ron got up and went to Neville's bed, eyes stuck on Harry's, his eyes wide.

"Do you know who it is?" he mouthed. Neville shook his head. The two boys argued over interrupting Harry, Ron taking the "pro-interruption" side. He won.

"Harry?" Ron asked, making sure he was loud enough to cover up the pants and moans. The sounds immediately stopped.

"Shit!" they heard Harry say. Harry poked his head out from behind the curtain, and there was a shifting on the bed. His face was red and sweaty, his hair plastered to his head. His eyes were ablaze, and his face was bright. "Uh.. yeah?"

"Dude, who are you shagging?" Ron blurted, and Neville buried his face in his hands. Draco laughed behind the curtain.

"What the heck? Ron, that's what you say?" Neville said, his head still down. A hand pulled Harry out of sight, and they heard the whole entire conversation Harry had with the mystery girl.

"Harry, you can tell them who I am, but I'm not done with you," her voice was seductive and Ron desperately wished that Hermione might talk to him like that one day. Poor Neville was horrified.

"Are you sure?" Harry's voice was hoarse.

"Yes, just make them go away. I'm still so ready for you, Harry." Harry's breath hitched. Both Ron and Neville looked extremely uncomfortable, and they were blushing.

"Umm… guys? We're still here, you know," Neville said, his voice high-pitched.

"Right," Harry said. "I'm gonna get her some clothes. Look at the wall, guys." Neville, extremely uncomfortable with the situation, shot off the bed and went into the bathroom, Ron did what Harry said. Harry darted to get one of his robes on, and handed one to Draco. Once they were dressed, they let Neville come back in, and Ron turn around. Both of them gasped.

"Malfoy?"

They'd never seen her so unkempt. Her hair was everywhere and she was all flushed and sweaty. They never realized this, but she was hot. Harry seemed to read their minds and scowled, pulling her closer. She smirked.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," she said, her hand rubbing dangerously close to Harry's member. All three boys in the room gulped.

"Well, I'll be in the common room. Enjoy, um, each other?" Neville shrugged, running out of the room, not wanting to see anymore.

"Me, too. Happy Christmas," Ron said, following close to his friend. Draco turned to Harry and pulled his arm, walking backwards to the shower. This time, they would remember to cast the Muffliato charm.

Ron and Neville sat on the couch next to the fire in the common room when Hermione walked in.

"What's wrong with you two?" She asked, noting their flushed and traumatized faces.

"Harry's got a girl in the room," Neville managed.

"It's almost as bad as walking in on your parents," Ron added.

"Oh. Ew. Who?" Hermione flopped down between them.

"Malfoy," Ron's face twisted with disgust.

"Really? About time," Hermione said, laughing softly.

"What? Hermione!" Neville exclaimed.

"Haven't you guys noticed it? They've been giving each other eyes for weeks. They haven't put any heart into their insults," Hermione said matter-of-factly. Both boys gaped at her.

"Still, it was pretty disturbing, Hermione."

"I know. Walking in on your parents is . . ." she shuddered, obviously remembering the time she did.

"Yep," Ron said, nodding.

"Yeah," Neville said awkwardly, a little out of place, inexperienced on the subject.

"Uh-huh," Hermione said. They sat in silence for a few long, awkward seconds.

"Wanna go eat?" Ron suggested.

"Okay."

"Sure." They stood up and made their way to the Great Hall. Later, when Draco walked in, Hermione smiled at her (Draco sneered back) and Ron's ears turned red. Neville didn't notice. When Harry sat down, Hermione immediately questioned him.

"Is she your girlfriend, now?" Harry snorted.

"No. It was a one-time thing. We've each got our own reputations to hold," Harry said. Hermione hit him on the arm.

"What? How could you do that to her! You probably broke her heart!"

"Yeah, I broke hers," Harry said sarcastically. "I told her I loved her and she told me she didn't. She's right, though. Anyways, it'll never happen again. Not a word," Harry told the group sternly. Hermione turned red and shook her head, Neville sighed in relief (poor Neville), and Ron looked at Harry sympathetically.

"Bet she was great, from the sounds you two made. . ." Ron said, and Hermione hit him on the head with her book.

"Gross, Ron," Neville said, grimacing. Ron just shrugged.

"Anyways, what did you guys get for Christmas?" Harry asked, as if they were just talking about the weather. Hermione scoffed. Boys.