It's Christmas again at Hogwarts. A time for sharing, giving and spending time with family and friends. There is only on person I want to spend Christmas with, but they don't know nor do they care.

I strolled through the deserted halls of the castle, its late on Christmas Eve everyone is a sleep not many people stayed at the castle this year just me and a few other people from different houses, but the only reason I've stayed behind when all my friends have gone home is the one person I care about more then mother. I wonder around not caring if I get caught by a teacher. The depression of knowing he'll never care about me fills me up. I just want to fall, fall and never get up.

I ended up on the 7th floor, I walk backwards and forwards three times with only one though in my head, a happy place to make the pain go away. The usual door appears, as I move towards it, it opens ready for me to just walk in. I stepped into the familiar room; I see the usual red and green décor with a welcoming fire to greet me. I was about to move closer into the room when I hear it. A sniffing? Someone was in my happy room, crying on Christmas Eve?

I walked over to the sofa cautiously; the first thing I see is a head with the messy raven hair I have grown to love. He was in a ball shaking. I did the first thing that came to my mind, I hesitantly walked up to the sofa and sat next to him, I then pulled his fragile body onto my lap and let him cry into me while I rocked him and rubbed his back soothingly.

We sat hugging each other in that position for a long time until the crying boy in my arms stopped; he then looked up at me to see who it was that was comforting him in this venerable state, when he recognised me he did just what I thought he would do he jumped back to other side on the sofa. I tried my best to look casual like I usually comfort crying people all the time. He just stared at me as if not quite believing what he was seeing. Well I can't really blame him I am Slytherin prince and proud pureblood comforting Gryffindor hero and Boy Who Lived.

"Why are you here?" he finally asked me, I just gazed into his brilliant green eyes that make me melt whenever I see them.

"This is my room, so I could ask you the same question." I replied, I could see him staring at me out the corner of my eye as I watched the flames of the fire dance.

"What do you mean it's your room? I summon it when I need somewhere to escape." He then told me. Did he just say he summons this room when he needs some to escape to? Has fate brought us both here together?

I didn't respond I just continued to gaze into his emerald green eyes, and before I could stop myself my hand was running through his black hair, and I was moving towards him on the sofa, I could see at first he was just as surprised as I was, but then he started to respond by cupping my face in his hands, his thumb resting on my lips teasing me, then I lent in a left soft kisses along his jaw line steady moving towards his lips. He then cut me short of my kisses and went for my lips which I readily replied, his lips moved in sync with mine. Then slowly my tongue darted out and swept across his bottom lip, his mouth tasted of tears and rainbows and I wanted more. When we finally pulled away for that much needed air I whispered to him "So, what are you doing in my happy room?"

"It's mine too now," he replied, as I captured his lips again.