Darling Harry,

how are you? I miss you… wish we could be spending the holidays together, celebrate together… I missing falling asleep feeling your breath on my neck.

Christmas and New Year's here in the Manor… I know you've been missing out too. I guess feeling alone when you actually have a family is just different though.

Um, forgive me please. That was rude. It's just, you know… Cold. When it's supposed to be warm and jolly and quality time… You know. You've your friends. I might not be fond of them, but I've gotta give credit where it's due: you can rely on them. Here it's like a masquerade… heh, fitting, wouldn't you agree?

I'm just so tired of acting.

Anyway. Have some fun with Weasley and the others who stayed in the castle, okay? I know I could've done better with the present, but… I wanted something that's really meaningful. Remember that one time at Honeydukes? Our first…date that was not a date? … Yeah, go ahead and smirk and call me a soppy lovesick tart, but I really cherish that day.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

With love,
Draco

Only when he finished the letter did Harry examine the small box he placed next to himself on the bed, in excitement of hearing news about Draco. It was a plain brown cardboard cube: he made quick work of opening it, to discover a bag of Marble-S inside.

He couldn't help smiling as he remembered how Draco tripped and fell on his arse when he didn't notice the candy-balls scattered all over the floor, courtesy of a third-year Hufflepuff girl trying to exit the shop a little too hastily. The blonde's face flushed an admirable pink as Harry reached out a hand to help him up: he knew then and there he's fallen for the young Malfoy – hard and irrevocably. And apparently, the incident was important for Draco as well.

"Harry? You alright, mate?" He heard Ron's voice from the bed beside his.

"Wha'? Y-yeah, sure. Why?"

"Well, from the looks of it, you seem to think that piece of parchment is some kinda ice cream or lollipop or something…"

That was when he realised he's been keeping his lips on Draco's signature. He blushed as he removed the letter from his mouth.

"I uh… I just…" he looked around, embarrassed, having a hard time to compile his thoughts. "Draco sent me a Christmas present. And wrote this letter. And I'm just in love."

Ron groaned and rolled his eyes at his friend's words.

"Bloody poofs," he mumbled as if he was upset.

His voice, however, was filled rather with love: after all, he was glad Harry's been finding a few stolen moments of happiness.


Author's Note: ...well, this is what happens when I'm tormenting myself with 2-3 love songs on loop for hours. Angsty and teeth decaying. And yeah, I know, Christmas is not even around the corner yet. Oh wells. . About Marble-S: thank LM.C for the name, and blame me for the concept - marble-like hard candy, that is. Wheee~...