Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.

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When Draco stepped through the fireplace and into Sirius and Remus's house on Saturday night, he was instantly amazed. There were no lights on; instead, there were candles floating in the air, only dimly lighting the room. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner of the living room, surrounded by gifts.

The aroma of pasta greeted him as he stepped closer towards the dining room. He stood in the doorway, looking around the room. There was a candle in each corner of the room, and the small table had two places set on it, directly across from one another. On one plate was a red rose and a small piece of parchment. Draco read the note, smiling.

Draco,

Sit and relax. I'll be with you in a moment. I hope you're prepared for a good time this evening; I know I am. Happy Christmas, darling.

I love you.

Harry

Draco sat down, and soon after, Harry entered the room. He leaned over and kissed the top of Draco's head, then sat across from him, smiling nervously.

"Before we eat," he said, "I just want to tell you that if you don't like what I made, don't act like you do just for my sake, all right? I've only ever cooked for¼them¼and once or twice for Sirius and Remus, but never anything like this, so I'm not sure how good it will be."

"I'm sure it will be just fine," Draco assured him.

Harry nodded and snapped his fingers, and suddenly the meal appeared before them. Portions of spaghetti were on each plate, and a basket of bread sat next to a candle in the middle of the table. Draco glanced up at Harry.

"How did you know spaghetti's my favorite?" Harry smiled, slyly.

"I have my ways," he said. "Actually, Severus told me." He watched hopefully as Draco took a bite.

"This," Draco said, finally, "is by far the best spaghetti I've ever had." Harry's eyes widened. "And no, I'm not just saying that. It really is great, love. Thank you." Harry just smiled. "What else do you have planned for us tonight?"

"Mm, a movie, presents¼ We'll see what else after that." Harry grinned, mischievously.

After dinner, the two went into the living room and sat on the floor. Harry turned on It's A Wonderful Life, and the boys lay against each other, opening their presents.

Draco opened his first present from Harry and saw that it was a set of books: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. He also received a silver necklace with a dragon pendant, and two pairs of silk boxer shorts, one pair in Slytherin colors, and the other in Gryffindor colors.

"Thank you, love," Draco murmured, pressing his lips against Harry's. "Yours, now."

Harry began to open his gifts from Draco. The first was a gold necklace with a lion pendant. The lion had gemstones for eyes, and they were glowing red at that moment.

"When it glows red, that means the person who gave it to you-that's me-is near," Draco explained. "When it glows green, danger is near."

The second gift was a gold claddagh ring. Draco slid it onto Harry's left ring finger, with the heart facing inward.

"Katie bought this in Ireland and gave it to me for Christmas," the blond said, softly. " She told me to give it to the person I fall in love with. The heart symbolizes love. The hands symbolize faith in friendship, and the crown symbolizes loyalty¼ When it's worn on the left hand, with the heart facing in, it means that the wearer's heart is promised forever. Will you promise me your heart forever, Harry?"

Harry didn't speak. He only wrapped his arms around Draco, kissing him deeply.

"Thank you," Harry whispered when he pulled away. Draco smiled.

"There's one more present for you," he told Harry. "But it has to wait until we get back to school." Harry nodded, and the two lay in each other's arms until the movie was over.

"Now what?" Draco wondered after a few moments of silence. Harry smiled mischievously and stood up with Draco, taking his hand.

"Close your eyes," Harry said. Draco did so, and Harry led him upstairs.

When Draco opened his eyes, he found that they were in Harry's dimly-lit bedroom. At that moment, it was mostly empty, except for a sofa and Harry's bed. The bed was dressed in dark red sheets and was surrounded by matching curtains.

"Now, my darling¼" Harry murmured, closing the door and muttering a couple of spells. "Now we do anything you want to do. I am completely at your mercy."