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It was cold in Gryffindor tower. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco had the best spots by the fire because no one else was awake. It was nearing midnight.

Harry rubbed his face into Draco's neck, demanding attention. Draco stroked Harry's back. On the couch, Ron looked at Hermione uneasily, still not keen on Draco Malfoy's presence. She rolled her eyes and patted his hand. Reassured, he kissed her cheek which earned Ron a smile. Harry grinned at them both.

"I can't believe I missed the kiss that finally brought you together!" Harry said. Ron looked bashful but proud. Hermione was embarrassed yet a happy smile won out.

"You were busy finding Horcruxes-and battling You-Know-Who, mate," Ron said.

"Wait," said Draco. "These two chose the Final Battle to have a snogging session?"

Ron sniggered. "Hermione had just destroyed a Horcrux. We were celebrating."

Draco opened his mouth then closed it. "I suppose that is a good reason to celebrate," he said grudgingly. Hesitantly, he kissed Harry's scar.

Harry gave a small gasp in surprise, eyes watering. Noting the vulnerable look on Harry's face, Draco stroked his face in concern. Harry gave him a fragile smile. Draco hugged him and Harry preened, nuzzling Draco like a cat. Having had little affection growing up with the Dursleys, Harry soaked in Draco's attention now in his seventh year of Hogwarts. Hermione observed them quietly, noting Harry's comfort.

Harry kissed the tip of Draco's nose. Pink flourished on Draco's cheeks as he looked away. Ron made a disgusted face, stuck out his tongue and pretended to gag.

Hermione tsked Ron, "Honestly, Ronald. Mal-Draco is a guest in Gryffindor tower today. Try to be polite."

Ron scoffed. Harry's face fell. Harry cuddled Draco closer. They were sitting on the floor together by the fire. Ron and Hermione were similarly entangled on the couch. Draco smirked at Ron, who scowled and pulled Hermione to him.

"Malfoy and I can still be enemies even if he's dating my best friend, right?" Ron asked. Hermione let out a disgusted sigh and threw her hands up in the air, nearly hitting Ron in the face. Harry frowned.

"Let's give this up, Weasley. Let's try this for Harry. Let's be… civil."

Ron stared at Draco suspiciously then relented. "Alright, Malfoy. For Harry."

Like a bird chirping, Harry let out a happy cheer. Then he high-fived Hermione. Ron and Draco stared at them. "What was that?" asked Draco.

Hermione laughed. "It's a Muggle thing. It's called a high-five. Try it."

Ron and Draco looked at each other dubiously. They reached out cautiously and their palms met. Then they moved away from each other quickly, barely disguising disgust.

Harry rolled his eyes. "There has to be a clapping noise," he explained.

"Looking at each other's elbows will ensure accuracy," Hermione added.

He and Hermione high-fived. A loud clapping noise echoed in the common room. Draco jumped. Ron snickered at Draco. Draco huffily adjusted his shirt then loosened his Slytherin tie.

"Well, what's the purpose of that?" Draco asked.

"It's for celebrating," Harry said. "It's fun. Try with me."

Harry raised his hand up and Draco hit it with his palm. Draco looked confused. "I don't see the point."

Ron hit his hand against Hermione's upraised hand. "It is sort of fun," he agreed. "I'll have to teach this to Fred and George."

Hermione and Harry glanced at Ron. Hermione spoke gently, "Fred's dead, Ron."

"Oh yeah," Ron said disappointedly. His eyes filled with tears. "Right. I forgot. Sorry."

Hermione hugged him. He sobbed into her shoulder. She held him as he cried. Tears shone in her eyes like stars. Harry sniffled loudly. Draco grimaced and rubbed Harry's back.

Outside, it began to snow. Snowflakes whirled past the tower. The three Gryffindors huddled closer to the fire, as if their grief might burn away.