The doorbell rings shrilly, making Harry's heart jump. He rushes towards the door, stumbling over Ginny's bag lying in the floor. Buzzing the intercom, he opens the door and peers precariously over the main stairwell banisters to catch a glimpse of the familiar white-blonde head. Footsteps echo up the concrete stairs. Harry can only stare, dumbstruck as Draco comes into view, not a bit breathless and looking like he has walked straight out of a photo shoot. One blonde eyebrow arches as Draco strides towards him.

'Speechless, Potter? I tend to have that effect on people,'

'Oh, shut up, you,' Harry smiles, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and leaning in. 'And it's Harry, remember? Malfoy?'

His eyes drift shut as their lips meet, enjoying the closeness, the feeling of Draco's body pressed against his. Draco's fingers twist into his (admittedly too long) hair and Harry sighs, tightening his arms, pulling Draco flush against his chest.

There's a loud, amused cough from behind them. Harry grins, unwrapping his arms from around Draco's shoulders and turns to face Ginny. Draco's cheeks have gone slightly pink as he looks at the ground, Harry reaching over to grab hold of his hand.

'Hello, Draco. There's no need to be embarrassed, trust me. I've seen a lot worse living with this one. You know what he's like,' She giggles, bumping Harry's shoulder with her own.

'Hey Ginny,' Draco steps forward and Ginny reaches up to kiss him on the cheek, pausing for a second on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. Harry rolls his eyes, already sensing they are going to become fast friends. Ginny seems to have the talent of making everyone feel at ease. Harry wanders back into the flat, closing the door behind them against the freezing outside air.

Draco is quiet, taking in their surroundings. Harry's cheeks warm as he spots Draco's gaze wandering over the mural taking up the length of the living room wall. Without commenting, Draco wanders over to the mantlepiece, picking up a framed photo of Harry and Teddy, both fast asleep in an armchair.

'How old is he,' Draco's voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

'Five and a handful,' Harry grins at the photo, taken one evening by Ginny after a Disney marathon.

Draco doesn't say anything more, just places it carefully back down. Ginny calls them from the kitchen and they go to join her. In bossy mode, she efficiently piles their arms full of stuff to take to the table, whirling round the kitchen in time to Vinyl Theatre. Draco starts to laugh, watching her with a casserole dish, hair falling out of a topknot, dancing away.

The dinner goes smoothly, Ginny leading the conversation as always. She peppers Draco with questions, safe questions about his work, life, friends, keeping the mood upbeat. Harry sit next to draco, their fingers intertwined as they work their way through the (incredible) casserole Ginny put together. All is going well, Harry thinks, until Ginny straightens up and looks at him pointedly.

'So, Draco. Has Harry asked you yet?' She says in a way-too-loud voice.

'Um, asked me what?' Draco looks at Harry confusedly. Harry groans, glaring at Ginny and turns to face Draco.

'Ginny's interfering. But, yes, I was going to ask you something, except I was going to wait until after dinner,' Harry emphasizes the last few words, making Ginny roll her eyes exasperatedly.

'Just ask him, Harry,' She says saccharine-sweetly.

'Draco, we were wondering if, that is, if you're not busy, whether you would like to join us to celebrate Christmas. Only if you don't have other plans already. And only if you want to. You don't have to come, it's just we thought-' Draco cuts off Harry's babbling with a slow grin.

'Calm down, Harry. Yeah, I'd love to come. Don't have any plans for this year anyway,'

Harry lets out a relieved breath as Ginny squeals excitedly. 'Just wait until you experience a proper Christmas, Hermione-style. It's crazy!' She says.

'I'll look forward to it,' Draco grins at her.

'Now we've all finished, I think harry also had a couple of other things he wanted to run past you. I'm off to bed, where I would have been hours ago if it wasn't for Harry being so bad at cooking,' She smirks at Harry and vanishes off into her room.

Harry moves into the living room and slumps on the sofa, Draco flopping down beside him. Harry leans over to kiss him softly, running a hand through his soft blonde hair.

'Ugh, she's annoying sometimes. Meddler. Are you ok? You were very quiet before we ate,'

'Sure, I'm fine. It's interesting being in your space. It's very...Ginny,'

Harry laughs, looking around the room. 'Yeah, that's true. I'm terrible at interior decoration,'

'So, what did you want to run past me?' Draco looks at Harry questioningly.

'Erm, well, I've just been given news that I have a mission scheduled, from the 14th to the 23rd. Not much warning, I know, that's why I thought we could spend Christmas with each other,'

'Oh, I thought something actually bad was going to happen,' Draco laughs.

'You know, I preferred you when you were actually shy around me. I'm starting to see more and more of Hogwarts Draco appear,' Harry retorts jokily.

Draco stops laughing. 'Don't really want Hogwarts Draco to appear again, thanks. Being this Draco is much less of a worry to my mental health,'

'Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Next time, maybe I should think before I speak,' Harry closes his eyes in embarrassment.

'Hey, it's fine, don't worry,' Draco wraps an arm around him, pulling Harry closer. 'Is that all you had to tell me?'

'One more thing. Well, erm, what exactly are we?' Harry mumbles, head on Draco's shoulder

'Humans,' Draco says, deadpan.

'Be serious Draco. Please. What do I call you? Once-Enemy-Now-Friend? Somebody-That-I-Kiss? That-Hot-One-That-I-Know?'

'I think boyfriend will do just fine,' Draco says softly, stopping Harry's nervous rambling with a few light kisses. 'That sound good?'

'That sounds good,'

The clock has ticked past twelve and Draco gathers up his scarf and coat, moving quietly towards the door. Harry is sitting, sleepy-eyed, on the sofa, wrapped up in a red, woollen blanket, watching Draco's fluid movements to avoid Ginny's bag, still lying in the same position where Harry tripped over it earlier. Draco reaches the door and catches Harry's gaze, smiling as he views the incredible bedhead and half-shut green eyes. Draco lifts his hand to his lips, blowing Harry a kiss as he backs out into the stairwell, shutting the door gently behind him. Harry curls back under the blanket and drifts back off to sleep smiling.