Both men had laid awake in their beds that night, thinking of the other in unsavory ways that made their blood boil and pool in their groins.

Harry woke early the next morning, not able to sleep any more and headed down to the kitchen. He heard voices coming from the kitchen from the stairs. He found Jeremiah and Draco sitting next to one another at the long table, potion books sprawled in front of them. They both looked up when Harry entered. He poured himself a mug of coffee and sat across from them, reaching for the Prophet from the day before.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"Harry, you did not tell me that Draco is a potion's master. He's giving me so much info that's going to help me on my N.E.W.T.s later this year."

Draco smiled.

"Look at this, the best way to incorporate Pangolin scales into any potion is to soak them in goat urine for 24 hours prior. That isn't mentioned in any of these books. Why?"

"Not everyone is as smart as Draco Malfoy" Harry teased, looking over his glasses from behind the paper.

"And, it's best to keep the Bulette tongue moist in a jar of it's own saliva! I've never seen a wet Bulette tongue!"

"Wow."

"AND!" he said excitedly, "Gnoll earwax can cure up to 5 different strains of herpes!"

"Draco!"

"It's valuable information, Harry. He could get bonus points on his N.E.W.T.s with that kind of info."

Harry rolled his eyes taking a sip of his coffee to hide his smile.

"We're doing a movie marathon today, right, Harry?" Jeremiah asked happily. He started to close up his books.

"Now Jer, Have we missed a Christmas movie marathon, ever?"

Jeremiah smiled widely, "can I wake everyone up?"

"Absolutely not, it's barely 7am and breakfast isn't started."

"Breakfast buffet?"

"Breakfast buffet." Harry nodded.

Jeremiah nearly squealed, bounding up the stairs,

Harry laughed to himself, nudging Draco's foot under the table.

"Did you invite your mother over tomorrow?"

"Oh, I suppose I should do that."

Harry didn't know if the Malfoy's had reconnected with their estranged family, but Andromeda and Teddy would be visiting tomorrow morning.

"Uh, just as a heads up, Andromeda and Teddy will be here tomorrow, I don't know if she and your mother have, I don't know. Just, ya know?"

Draco nodded. He'd never met his Aunt or his young cousin before, and had no idea about their relationship with his mother post war.

"Thank's, I'll mention it." Draco struggled to keep his hands off Harry. He wanted nothing more than to throw him over his shoulder and haul him upstairs to have his way with him. But he resisted. Instead he stood and put his mug in the sink.

"I'll go owl my mother."

Harry reached for Draco's hand as he walked by. He gave it a squeeze and smiled up at him. "Good morning, Draco," he said in a low, surly voice.

"'Morning."

"I didn't sleep well."

"Me either, couldn't stop thinking about how hot my new boss is"

Harry laughed loudly, Draco smiled at his response. He dropped his hand and Draco continued to his room.

Mother,

I hope you can join me at Grimmauld Place tomorrow for Christmas. I wanted to let you know that Aunt Andromeda and Cousin Teddy will be here as well. There will be many people here, so I understand if you are uncomfortable. I'm sure I can get away for a bit to come see you.

-Draco.

He tied the small scroll to his owl's leg, sending her off into the morning. He laid back on his bed, the sun streamed in through his window and draped across his face. It warmed his closed eyes and lulled him into a sleep. He woke a while later, the sun had barely moved and Elijah was sitting on the window sill. Draco rubbed his eyes and beckoned the owl to his arm, removing the scroll.

Draco,

I'm so happy you invited me. I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Love, your mum.

Draco checked the time, 9am, he'd slept for about two hours, the sleepiness still lingered in his head. He heard children moving around in the common area. He opened his door to find Olivia, Megan, and Jeremiah playing Exploding Snap, Jeremiah looked up from the couch.

"Hey, you missed breakfast, but I'm sure there's some left over. We'll be starting the movies soon."

Draco nodded at him, heading for the stairs. He had enjoyed talking potions with the oldest boy, but was still uneasy conversing with the other children. He meandered downstairs and found Mrs. Weasley cleaning up in the kitchen. He was surprised to see her.

"Uh, hello, Mrs. Weasley." he greeted her.

She turned from the sink and smiled brilliantly at him, "Draco, dear! How are you?" she wiped her hands on a towel hanging from her apron and gave him a hug.

"I'm well, thank you. Uh, have you seen Harry?"

"He's in the sitting room, dear. He's showing Arthur how to set up the television again."

"Thanks." Draco weaved to the other side of the house to the sitting room. It was large; a plushy couch ran against two walls, two wide, cushy sitting chairs, and large, spherical seats, took up most of the space; Harry had called them bean bag chairs. Sure enough, Harry and Mr. Weasley were standing side by side in the sitting room talking quietly. Harry turned and waved to Draco briefly before turning back to Mr. Weasley. He walked further into the room, there was a black, reflective mirror hanging on the wall, Harry held a small plastic tool covered in buttons.

"After you turn it on, yeah, that button," Harry urged, the black mirror turned a vibrant blue, a sideways 'V' moved across the pane. "Right, then this opens, you remember. Yeah, that button there, good. The shiny side goes down, or it won't work." The blue mirror made a loud, ringing sound, suddenly, there was an image on the mirror, eight different people looked at one another longingly, Love, Actually was written across the top.

"What is this?"Draco reached to touch the mirror.

Harry's hand grabbed his and pulled it down, "don't touch. It's a television. It can show movies, which are like books, but people are acting and you can watch it, instead of reading it."

"This is muggle technology?" He asked.

"Yes!" Arthur answered, "aren't muggles amazing?"

Draco couldn't quite agree with that, but this was very interesting.

"I was just showing Arthur how to work it, he likes to run the movie night."

"How'd you get this to work with the magic?"

"It can be temperamental, but I have the TV built on the wall that is shared with number 13, and I connected the cable, for power, to the muggle power source."

Draco was really impressed. He'd never seen anything like this. He continued to look at the screen, Harry popped his head out into the hall and loudly yelled "KIDS! MOVIE TIME!"

If Draco didn't know better, he would have thought it was thunder pounding through the house. All ten kids came down and plopped onto the couch, each with their own blanket and pillow. Harry took a seat in the corner of the couch, eyeing Draco. He looked pointedly at Draco, then at the empty space beside him. Draco figured out what he was trying to say and moved to sit, leaving a gap between them. Harry threw a blanket over his legs and one appeared on top of Draco as well. The lights dimmed, Aggie and Leaf came through with snacks and drinks for everyone. They all thanked the elves and Harry directed Arthur to start the movie.

"Is this a Christmas love story?" Devin groaned.

"The love stories are my favorite." Chloe chimed in.

"We are going to watch every kind of movie today, including Die Hard, Devin, so you can sit through some love stories." Harry said to the boy.

He sighed heavily, "FIne! I'll do it for Die Hard."

Harry laughed as the movie began.

Pictures flitted across the screen, people were talking, a new muggle Prime Minister, a woman and man were getting married, an older man was singing. Draco was enthralled in this new experience.

He had his knees pulled up to his chest with his hands holding his ankles in, the warm blanket covered him from shoulder to toes. Draco felt suddenly the warmth of Harry's hand rubbing small circles on his waist. Draco stiffened. He wanted the touch, but the kids. He moved to swat his hand away, Harry laced his fingers through it instead. Their hands sat under two blankets, Harry smoothed his thumb back and forth across Draco's hand. He just barely controlled the shiver that ran through him. Holding hands was okay, he could do that here.

Harry's hand pulled from Draco's and he scooted the tiniest bit, half an inch closer to Draco. Then another half an inch, then another. Draco smiled, feeling Harry next to him. Both still under their respective blankets, Harry's hand wandered past Draco's and started to move up and down Draco's thigh in a slow rhythm. Draco snapped his head to Harry who was looking straight ahead, but a smirk lingered on his lips.

With every stroke up Draco's thigh, Harry's hand moved a bit deeper, dipping between his thighs. Draco felt the heat pooling in his lower stomach, his cock twitched slightly with each caress. Harry added in some light squeezing here and there, Draco held in his moans.

He attempted to push Harry's hands away, but he resisted.

Draco turned his head a little bit, just to see Harry out of the corner of his eye. He was biting his bottom lip, a habit he had that drove Draco mad.

I want those teeth biting me Draco thought, making his member quirk again in his loose pajamas. Harry felt that one. He raised one eyebrow in Draco's direction. Draco turned his attention back to the movie, the new Prime Minister had eyes for the housekeeper. Harry's hand stopped moving and rested his hand over the pulsing piece under Draco's pants. Harry ran a couple fingers up and his length, Draco bit his lips to stop the gasp that almost escaped; he grabbed Harry's hand and forced it away from his body, planting it firmly under his own hand. They finished watching the movie, occasionally, Harry would try to move his hand back towards Draco's crotch, but Draco held his hand fast in place. The movie ended, Draco was ready to go to his room for some much needed alone time, but a different movie started soon after. This one was a cartoon about a snowman who comes to life with a magical hat.

Harry and Draco were now leaning into one another. If anyone had bothered to look, they would have said that the two men were cuddling.

By the middle of the third movie, Draco's eyes started to get heavy and he nodded in and out of sleep. His head dropped onto Harry's shoulder, his dreams blurred with the movies playing, he couldn't tell which was which.

Harry couldn't have been more content in that moment; his kids, his family, all together, perfected with a peaceful sleeping Draco on his shoulder. He desperately wanted to put his arm around the sleeping blond, but thought that might be harder to pass than 'he just fell asleep'.

They watched two more movies before Draco woke, it was lunch time and he stirred as everyone got up and started stretching to leave to the kitchen. Harry waited patiently for Draco to get up, they were the last two in the room and Harry watched Draco stretch like a kitten and yawn. He rubbed his eyes with his palms, turning to Harry.

He took in every piece of it, wishing he could kiss him, just once, right now. His smirk was lopsided and the silver eyes were dark with sleep. Draco moved his blanket to get up, but immediately moved it back over his lap.

"Why don't you go ahead? I'm going to run upstairs anyway." Draco said.

Harry hadn't missed the pointed tent of Draco's pajamas, how badly he wanted to touch Draco.

He knew he shouldn't do it, but he found himself moving his hand under Draco's blanket and up to the elastic waistband of his pajamas.

Draco looked at Harry with concern. Harry brought a finger up to his lips. He kept his eyes on Draco's, releasing the hard member that had grown in his sleep.

Still under the blanket, Harry fisted him at the base of his cock. Draco released a sigh of pleasure, staring at Harry, silently begging for more.

Harry bit his bottom lip and brought his hand up slowly; he pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at his hand, a warm lube coated it now. Harry's hand slid slowly up and down, watching Draco twitch with each up stroke.

Harry whispered to him, "how does that feel?"

Draco nodded.

"I've been thinking of little else than being able to have my way with you. This is barely the tip of the iceberg of what I have planned for you." He again, leaning forward to bite Draco's ear lobe.

Draco shivered, and put his head back, "don't stop," he breathed.

Harry quickened his hand movements, giving extra pressure near the top of Draco's pre-dripping cock. Harry resisted the urge to bring his mouth down to lick it up.

Draco tensed, moaning with his mouth closed, he grasped Harry's thigh; his hot pearly juices spurted over Harry's hand and onto his lower stomach.

Not ten seconds after Draco finished and Harry had magicked away the mess, Jeremiah called down the hall, "ARE YOU GUYS EATING? COM'ON! WE'VE GOT MOVIES TO WATCH!"

Draco's face was flushed, his breathing coming back to normal. Harry stood and offered his hand to Draco.

"YEAH, WE'RE COMING!" Harry called back.

Draco pulled Harry to the side of the door and pushed him against the wall, spreading his lips and tangling his tongue. He pressed his hips against Harry's, smiling at Harry's own hard cock through his pants. Harry gave a small moan and the roll of Draco's hips.

"We might have to re-evaluate your 'guidelines' if you get to break them and I don't." He nipped Harry's bottom lip and walked to the kitchen.