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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"Hello, everybody," Harry greeted his friends as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall the next morning. He yawned as he sat between Hermione and Ginny.

"Hey, Harry, where's your other half?" Hermione teased. She offered him a piece of toast, but he declined.

"No, thank you, I had breakfast before I left," he said. "And it's only eight thirty. Draco never gets up before nine on Sundays."

"You're looking pretty happy, Harry," Fred commented, smirking. "Did you two have a good time last night?" Harry nodded, smiling.

"Did you get laid?" George guessed. Harry rested his elbows on the table, covering his grin with his hands, but his face still turned red. "You did! Wow, good job, Harry!"

Just then, an owl flew into the Great Hall, landing in front of Harry on the table. It was Draco's eagle owl, and he held a rose in his beak. A letter was tied to his leg. Harry untied the parchment and took the rose, then gave the owl some food, and the owl flew off. Harry unrolled Draco's letter and read it.

My love,

I could say something dirty right now and get you all riled up in front of everyone, but I've decided to wait until you're with me to get you all riled up. I just wanted to say 'thank you' for last night. That was by far the best Christmas I've ever had, and it was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 10:00 this morning so I can give you your last present. I love you.

Draco

P.S.-You were amazing.

Harry blushed a little as he read the postscript, then looked up and noticed that everyone was watching him expectantly. The twins were grinning and whispering to each other.

"What are you two whispering about?" Harry wondered, smirking.

"Oh, we were just wondering what he wrote to make you turn so red," George responded, quickly. "So what did he write?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not telling," he stated, shaking his head and smiling. He stood up. "I need to go upstairs for a bit; I have some homework to finish. I'll see you all later!" With that, he went up to his dorm and sat on his bed with his Defense homework.

"Hey, Harry?" George said after about twenty minutes. He stood in the doorway to the dorm, looking uncertain, which was totally out of character for the Weasley. Harry motioned for him to come in, and George sat on the edge of Harry's bed.

"What's up, George?" Harry asked.

"There's a couple of things I wanted to talk to you about," George told him. "First off, McGonagall heard about what Angelina said to you last week, and she took away Angelina's Captain privileges. Katie's Captain now, and we were all hoping... We were hoping you'd come back to the team. Harry, you're the best Seeker we've ever had. We need you."

"I'll think about it, all right?" Harry sighed after a moment. "I'm not making any promises. All I know is that there are two people on the team who hate me, and...I just don't really know if I'll be able to handle it."

"Fair enough," George agreed. "The second thing I wanted to talk about is something I've kind of been wondering about for a really long time now." He lowered his voice. "How is Draco Mal--er, Snape--in bed?" Harry burst out laughing, and George's face turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, George, I don't mean to laugh at you," Harry apologized, chuckling. "It's just, you know, that wasn't something that I was expecting you to ask. Anyway... I won't give details, but I will tell you that it was very good. And no offense to you, but I pray to Merlin that you won't ever find out how good he is." George just laughed. "Hey, he owes me ten galleons now. We made a bet on how long it would be before you told one of us you're gay. I said it'd be by Valentine's Day."

"Thanks a lot!" George exclaimed, sarcastically. He sniffed. "I feel so used." Then he grinned and saluted. "Glad I could gain some extra money for you."

"So who all knows about you?" Harry wondered.

"Fred, Ginny, you, Draco, Lee, Katie, and that's about it," George responded. "Oh, and Bill and Charlie know."

"Not Ron? Good decision not to tell him."

"After what he did to you, I'm not looking forward to finding out what he'd do to his own brother," George agreed. "I don't know about Mum and Dad, either. I'm not really sure how they'd take it." His eyes suddenly sparkled. "So Harry, what of that letter Draco sent you this morning?" Harry laughed and handed the parchment over to him.

"Read it if you must."

"All right, then, I will." George unrolled the letter and read it quickly, his eyes widening at some parts. Finally, he handed the note back to Harry, who smirked. "I'm jealous, Harry. What did you do for Christmas last night, besides what I already know?"

"I made him his favorite meal, then we put on a movie and exchanged gifts. Then we went upstairs, and that was that." George chuckled.

"I don't know if I should be jealous of him or of you," he commented. Harry just smiled, and George rose from the bed. "Well, I'll leave you to finish your homework. Thanks, Harry."

"Anytime, George."