Harry took off his wizarding robes before the train had even left Hogsmeade, and Hermoine realized that since Draco had bought him half a clothing store for his belated birthday, Harry was much more prone to stripping. Not that she minded.

"You suck. You know that right?" Ron growled at Draco as the blonde cuddled up to Harry until he was practically seated in the Gryffindor's lap.

"I know it." Harry said brightly.

"Shut up, Potter." Draco chuckled.

"I don't see why you look so happy. Two weeks with the Malfoys!" Ron reminded his best friend.

"I know why you look so happy," said Draco mischievously.

"I don't want to know!" Ron groaned

"I wouldn't mind a little summary." Hermoine admitted.

"Ew! Hermoine!" the boys shouted. But she shrugged off their protests.

The other members of what Draco disparagingly referred to as the "Gryffindork Gang" arrived, and they even managed to fit in the one car.

Draco struggled to keep his eyes open, but the rumble of the train on the tracks was so relaxing, and he was cuddled up to his warm boyfriend, and he was so knackered after last night what with his warm boyfriend and then all that packing, and the conversation really was so dull.

When Harry began to run his fingertips softly over the back of Draco's neck and then through his hair, the blonde knew he was done for. He rested his head on Harry's shoulder and let it happen.

"What's up with Blondie?" Ron asked, motioning to Draco's sleeping form. Harry just smiled.

"Oh, he's just a bit knackered after last night I suppose."

"At least one of us is getting some." Seamus muttered.

"Speak for yourself, Seamus!"

"Ron!"

"No, Hermoine! I didn't mean it like—like us! I just meant that he should speak for himself in case like…I don't know…someone else was also getting some."

"He was protecting the little people: those voiceless souls who cannot themselves tell Seamus to speak for himself." Dean laughed.

"Exactly..."

"Draco's not usually so knackered, is he, Harry? Is he feeling all right?" Hermoine questioned.

Harry looked over his boyfriend's face to make sure he really was sleeping, and then cupped a hand over Draco's free ear as an added protective measure.

"Actually, I kind of overdid it last night. On purpose, I mean, and then he still had to pack practically his entire wardrobe. Anyway, I just think it's going to be weird…er…'getting some'—around his parents."

"You won't be doing it right in front of them, Harry!" Dean said. "Hopefully."

"I know that! I just mean, like, in their house. I don't know. I just think it'll be weird."

"So you're just going to not do it all holiday?"

"Well…I mean…I'm going to try."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Seamus snorted.

"Happy frigging Christmas," muttered Dean.

"Happy Christmas, Draco! I'm going to not touch you for two weeks!" Seamus play-acted to Dean happily.

"Oh Harry! You shouldn't have!" Dean replied, and they embraced, falling accidentally to the floor as they over-weighted one another.

Draco jerked awake at the thud and rubbed his bleary eyes under furrowed brows. Harry was surprised the whole car didn't break into an en mass chorus of "Awww!"

"Shouldn't have what?" he mumbled through a heavy pout.

"I…er, shouldn't have let you sleep so uncomfortably. You're absolutely right, Dean. Here, Draco, lie down."

Draco groaned and sighed, but laid himself down over Harry's legs, propping one of his own slender legs on Neville's knee. Harry loved the way Draco contorted himself in sleep—one arm curled against his chest, his other arm looped around Harry's thigh and held in place by the weight of it, one leg on Neville and the other weaved through the boy's ankles. Harry smiled and petted the boy's fine blonde hair fondly.

"Looks like Neville's finally getting a little action!" Seamus laughed, and Neville's entire face went beet red.

"If only Draco were conscious," snickered Ron.

"Trust me when I say you don't want that. Unless of course you'd appreciate a grumpy Slytherin snarking at you all the way to London?"

The group shook their heads in unison.

"Then I'd keep it down if I were you guys."

"Why, if I may ask, do you think it's a good idea to cut Draco off for two weeks?" Hermoine piped up.

"Yeah, you remember what he was like as a sexless first year—Draco's a menace when he's not getting any!" Seamus agreed.

"He was eleven. I doubt his evilness was in any way fueled by lack of sex." Harry reasoned.

"All I know is, he's a lot easier to get along with since he's taken up with you. Do you know the other day I saw some first year knock into him and instead of hexing him Draco just shouted random rabble about house-elves staying in the kitchen?" Neville added. "I'm not sure what that was about."

"Oh Merlin, Neville!" Ron groaned. "He was likening the first year to a house elf, probably due to height, or bizarre facial structures, or general filthiness…" Ron's voice shriveled under Hermoine's steadfast glare. "Er…not that that's what I think, mind you."

"Anyway. You really think you can keep your hands to yourself for two whole weeks?" Hermoine questioned her friend.

"Oh, he'll have no problem keep his hands to himself." Seamus snickered. Harry chose to ignore him.

"Ummm, more like hope." Harry replied to his sometimes-too-smart friend.

"You better hope Draco doesn't get fed up with his…let's say sexually lax boyfriend turning into a prude just in time for a nearly unsupervised holiday."

"Like Hogwarts' supervision ever stopped them."

"Amen, I once walked into the dorms in the middle of the day, and who do you think I heard screaming at the top of his lungs?"

"I heard that from the Quidditch pitch. 'Oh, oh, oh God! Oh, Harry!"

"Wow, somebody fixed that into their memory pretty accurately."

"How would you know if it was accurate, perv?"

"It was very accurate." Harry sighed as the blonde groaned and twisted slightly to avoid the momentary disruption occurring in Harry's pants.