Christmas Eve
Harry and Draco sat together at eh Christmas feast, talking quietly between themselves. Being as there weren't many students staying for Christmas, the four houses had been squashed together at a single table. Therefore Ron and Hermione were sitting close enough to the Slytherin Duo to be able to hear most of their conversation.
"But what if Filch…?"
"Nah, Filch likes us after we turned in the 6th year Hufflepuff a little while ago. Plus Mrs. Norris likes you, how'd you pull…?"
"Good with cats. My neighbor down the street…"
"… still we should get started soon… if we want to get the first years…"
Shortly after that there conversation turned to homework and Ron felt no need to listen in any longer. Just then, he noticed a destine lack of first years at the table.
"Hey Herm, d'you know where the first years are?"
The bushy haired girl looked up from her notebook and was about o answer when the first years came rushing into the great hall, followed closely by Filch.
"Sir, I found his lot out by the Womping willow."
Snickers started next to Ron, and the whole table turned to look at the Slytherins, who quickly quieted down, though the smirks didn't leave their faces. As soon as everyone turned back to their own meals, the two started whispering again, and again Ron stained his ears to hear what they were up to.
"D'you think we should…"
"Probably soon, yeah. I mean, if we want to get everyone in on it…"
"…True, true…"
"What are we waiting for then?"
With that the pair stood up, grinned at each other and, with a quick glance at the table, headed towards the doors. Just before they got to them however, Draco looped an arm around Harry's waist and pulled the black haired teen in towards him. Then before anyone could even blink, the blond had bent the other backwards over his arm and was kissing him passionately and dramatically, eliciting a wolf hustle or two from the other Slytherins. A moment later, the two had righted themselves and continued out the doors as though nothing had happened.
Ron stared after them, bug eyed. "Wha - they - who - wha?" He said, near intelligently. He turned to Hermione, to see the other Gryffindor read faced, fanning herself and muttering "oh my" under her breath.
Harry and Draco didn't stop walking until they got to their dorm. Once they were on the other side of the door, they broke into grins, before looking at each other. Draco's grin took on a distinctly leering quality. Harry reddened a little but smiled back, and soon found himself pressed against the door by a very hot blonde.
"Well, I'd say that went over rather well, wouldn't you?" the blonde murmured into the others ear.
Harry's face reddened further, but he still managed to respond. "I would indeed. However, I would like to finish up what we started in the…"
At that, Draco leaned in closer to the dark haired boy. "you would, would you?" he said with a smirk.
Before Harry could respond the affirmative, Draco's lips were pressed against his, and the blonde's tongue was running along his bottom lip…
In short, very short, Harry and Draco had a very good Christmas Eve.
Author note: I was going to end it at the "oh my" part, but this last part just demanded to be written. If you want me to write a longer wink version, tell me! This is probably in Seventh year. Or sixth. one or the other, and either way, that night wasn't anything more than snogging. No acctual sex happened, though they might have gotten a tad touchy feely. :laughs: