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Author's note: The last chapter. Which is mostly just fluff. There is potential for a possible sequel, which I may write given time and enough encouragement. Let me know if you would like me to give it a shot!

Please Note: Contains SLASH. Rated M for a reason.

Rolling in a Winter Wonderland

Chapter 4:

Draco awoke the following morning with a silly grin on his face and a warm cosy feeling in his stomach. The feeling was so alien that at first he was rather disorientated. But the feel of the warm body pressed against his back and the arm draped across his waist brought everything flooding back.

He was still in the room of requirement. And the person in bed with him was none other than the saviour of the wizarding world. Draco turned carefully to face Harry's sleeping form, trying not to jostle the Gryffindor. Harry could very well be the saviour of one Draco Malfoy as well, Draco mused as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from Harry's forehead.

The movement revealed the famous lightning bolt scar and Draco gave in to the temptation to trace the shape with his fingertip.

"And I thought you didn't like it."

Harry's voice, husky with sleep, drew Draco's gaze down to meet the eyes of his newly awakened bed partner.

Blushing slightly, Draco pulled his hand away from the scar.

"Sorry, I didn't…"

"Don't apologise." Cut in Harry, gently. "No one else has ever had the courage to touch it before."

It was Harry's turn to blush, "And it feels nice."

Draco grinned slightly wolfishly as he returned his finger to the scar, softly tracing the bolt of lightning.

This time he watched Harry's expression, revelling in the way Harry sighed in contentment, his eyes falling shut. Draco used the unobserved moment to study Harry's face in a way he never had before.

The dark haired Gryffindor wasn't traditionally handsome, but he had a strong jaw, a tanned, healthy looking complexion and that hair…

Draco couldn't help grinning as he let his fingers card through the thick locks. If Draco had thought Harry looked 'just-shagged' the previous night, it was nothing to how he looked now.

All semblance of order was lost, yet Harry had never looked sexier. Although Draco had to admit; the cause of Harry's tousled look was probably as much the reason for Draco's admiration as the look itself.

Draco let his fingers drift down the side of Harry's face until he was cupping the Gryffindor's face in his hand. For a long moment the two boys did nothing more than stare into each other's eyes.

Draco wondered how he could possibly have failed to mention Harry's bottomless pools of green in his ever-growing list of Harry Potter's attractive features. The emotion in Harry's eyes alone was enough to make Draco weak at the knees.

Pulling himself out of his reverie, Draco finally remembered why he had cupped Harry's chin in the first place. Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on the other boy's lips. Harry immediately moved in for more but Draco held him firmly away.

"Not until you've brushed your teeth."

"Aw, c'mon Draco. Just one…" Harry tried to move in again.

Draco shivered at the sound of his name said so sexily in Harry's voice, but he was adamant. No kissing until they had both kept their appointments with their toothbrushes.

Finally, Harry gave in, on the condition that they met straight after breakfast for a walk around the grounds.

As he returned to the Slytherin dorms, Draco found himself humming happily. He even smiled at a passing fourth year Hufflepuff he passed along the way. (The poor girl was even more frightened by this unexpected behaviour than she would have been had Draco been scowling. And spent the rest of the day hiding in the Hufflepuff common room, refusing all attempts to draw her out. But of course, Draco was blissfully unaware of the state of Hufflepuff. And doubtlessly would not have cared even if he had known.)

After breakfast, Draco headed out towards the quidditch pitch to meet Harry. He was just turning the corner around the side of the changing rooms when he was tackled from behind. Spinning around in surprise, Draco was automatically reaching for his wand when he found himself with an armful of Harry.

Slightly irritated, Draco shoved back, sending Harry flying backwards into the fresh snow. Harry, however, had no intention of letting go and Draco was pulled down with him. Before Draco could recover from the fall, he found himself pushed on to his back.

The wet snow instantly began to soak through his cloak (which had just been cleaned, Draco fumed inwardly). Glaring at Harry, Draco bucked his hips, unseating Harry before knocking the Gryffindor backwards.

Harry landed on his arse with a soft 'oof', as Draco struggled up into a sitting position. His eyes met Harry's and a wave of guilt surged through him at the hurt look on the other boys face.

Relenting, Draco smiled slightly as he watched Harry push himself up off the ground.

"Stupid Gryffindor."

And then he pounced, knocking Harry back into the snow and covering the smaller boy's body with his own.

The now familiar feeling of Harry's fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair sent tingles down Draco's spine. And when Harry pulled Draco down into a heart stopping kiss, Draco melted completely.

It was not until later, as Draco and Harry headed towards the prefect's bathroom, wet through, though thoroughly kissed, that it occurred to Draco that maybe rolling around in the snow wasn't quite such a bad idea after all.

FIN.