Written as part of 25 Days of Drarry 2020.

* Please do not translate or repost this story.

Draco is feeling a little hesitant as he walks up to the Granger-Weasley home. He had gone to school with both Hermione and Ron, but they hadn't exactly been friends. So when he had run into his former schoolmates, who were now happily married to each other, he had almost walked by them. But they had recognised him, and after just a short conversation, they had invited him over for Christmas dinner.

Of course Draco wasn't going to take them up on their invitation, because it has been years, and these people were virtual strangers. He had almost forgotten about the entire thing. But when he had found himself watching Netflix by himself, deciding which of his frozen dinners to eat that night, he had remembered the invitation. So he had gotten changed, grabbed one of the bottles of wine from the kitchen, and he had made his way over to his former schoolmates' home.

He knocks on the door, immediately changing his mind and wishing he had stayed home instead. But it only takes a moment before the door opens, and it's too late to turn back now. So he flashes a smile, hoping that the invitation hadn't just been an empty gesture.

But when Hermione opens the door, a little girl on her arm, and she sees Draco, she gets a big smile on her face.

"We didn't think you'd still come!" she says, before letting him in. "We've just sat down to eat. Harry and Ginny are here too."

"Uncle Harry." The little girl smiles, grabbing at her mother's hair.

"Yes, Rose, uncle Harry," Hermione laughs, closing the door behind Draco.

"I brought uhm…," he awkwardly says, holding out the bottle of wine, but she clearly has her hands full.

"Oh, you didn't have to bring anything! But thank you. Come on," she says, before leading him into the dining room, where Ron, Harry and Ginny are laughing over something. But they quickly keep quiet when they see Draco, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He was expecting to have been invited to a big dinner with a group of friends, not a small family dinner with Harry and Ginny being the only other guests. Harry, the boy Draco had gotten into a few scraps with when they were younger. It had all been about nothing, and their fights had been nothing too serious. But when he sees him sitting at the table, he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"You came, then?" Ron asks, his sister already getting up to set a place for Draco. "We've just started, so sit down."

"Draco Malfoy." Ginny smiles. "I didn't think we'd ever see you again."

"No…"

"But I'm glad you're here. You look good." She smiles, before sitting back down, motioning for Draco to take his place. "So, what have you been up to?"

"I feel like I should apologise," Draco says, when he and Harry are clearing the table. During dinner they had been polite enough to each other, but it had been obvious that there was still some tension between them.

"Me too," Harry quickly says. "It's a little… it's weird, seeing you again after all this time."

"I'm sorry about the things I've said to you."

"I'm sorry for hitting you," Harry says, and Draco can't help but let out a chuckle.

"I probably deserved it."

"You did." Harry simply states, but then a grin forms on his face. "It's good to see you again, Draco."

"You too, Potter."

Draco had tried to say his goodbyes after he and Harry had cleared the table, but the family had refused to let him leave, and before he knew it, he was on the couch, with Rose in his lap, playing with his tie.

The others had played Charades, Draco watching them while keeping the little girl entertained. But Hermione had gotten frustrated with Ron, so she had insisted on switching the teams up. So Draco had handed Rose over to Ron, and he had formed a team with Harry.

Only after he had watched Hermione and Ginny kill it at the game, did Draco admit that he had never actually played Charades. But while the others had reassured him that it didn't matter, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It's not like he and Harry are good friends who are known for how well they work together. But they had given it a shot, and while they hadn't beaten the women's score, they had surprised everyone with how well it had gone. And by the time the game was over, any tension that was left between them from all those years ago was gone.

"You two would have made a great team," Ginny says, when her brother and sister-in-law are in the kitchen getting them all another glass of wine. "Why did you always fight anyway?"

"I'm not sure," Draco admits. "Because I was a bit of a…"

"A bit?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow. "You were a complete and utter…"

"Why?" Ginny shrugs. "Why couldn't you have been friends?"

"I wish we would have been," Draco admits, and immediately he sees something soften in Harry's face.

"Well, it's not too late, is it?" Ginny smiles. "Call it a Christmas miracle."

"Promise me you won't disappear on us," Hermione says as she gives Draco a big hug. "You'll come see us, okay?"

"I will." Draco smiles. Years ago he couldn't have imagined he would be here, spending Christmas with the Granger-Weasley's, Harry and Ginny. But he has to admit that he has had the best time, and he is glad that he didn't spend the night watching Netflix by himself.

Draco starts to make his way over to the hallway, but before he can leave the room, Harry catches up with him. He opens his mouth to say something, but just as he is about to speak, Ron interrupts him.

"Mistletoe!"

"What?" Harry asks. "What are…"

Ron points up, and both Draco and Harry look up, only to find that they are standing right underneath some mistletoe.

"You know what that means, don't you?" Ginny laughs. "Go on, then."

Draco awkwardly laughs, thinking they are only kidding, but he can quickly tell by their looks that they are genuinely waiting for them to kiss.

"Well…," Harry laughs. "What do you say?"

Draco isn't sure if it's all the glasses of wine he's had, or if he is simply feeling a little braver because of how comfortable the group of friends had made him feel tonight, but before he knows it, he has leant in and pressed his lips against Harry's.

It's just the quickest of kisses, but it's enough to make Draco feel dizzy. Definitely the wine, he decides.

"I'll see you again," Harry says, a shy smile on his face, and Draco can't help but laugh, shaking his head at the absurdity of what has just happened.

"Until next time, Potter."