AN: A new story for a new year. I really don't know where this came from. I was just... inspired while sitting in my friend's lap Wednesday. Cuz I love sitting in her lap (cuz she's at a good healthy weight, she's not anorexic and bony or a tub of lard).

"Hey, Harry, come on in!" Ron greeted his best mate as he slid open the compartment door. "How was your Christmas?"

Harry looked around the train compartment and frowned. "There's no seats left..."

Harry was contemplating whether there was any possibility of squeezing himself into a seat when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him down into an unidentified lap. Harry gave an undignified squeak and turned to see who held him.

"Nice to see you too, Harry." Draco Malfoy smirked playfully at Harry's startled expression.

"What--you--I..."

"Yes?" Draco cocked his head in question.

Harry sighed and looked away. "Nothing, Draco." he said in a dejected tone. He missed the flash of hurt in Draco's eyes. "It's nice to see you, by the way." he smiled half-heartedly.

"Well, Harry, tell us about your Christmas!" Ron prompted impatiently. Hermione pinched him and wondered if she was the only one who thought Ron needed an O for 'oblivious' on his forehead.

Harry smiled at him. "It was great! I went to America with Remus. We went to Hawaii, and we had a green Christmas!" Harry launched into his holiday re-telling enthusiastically.

"Draco, come sit with us..." Harry whined as they entered the Great Hall for dinner. Draco opened his mouth to speak but wasn't given a chance to protest or agree before Harry dragged him over to the Gryffindor table and shoved Draco into a seat before plopping down next to him.

"So how was your Christmas?" Harry asked as he helped himself to some mashed potatoes and gravy.

Draco shrugged. "Better than usual, with father gone. I spent it with Severus, in his home. It's much more of a... home there, than the Malfoy Manor."

"Whatdja get for Christmas?" he asked curiously.

Draco smiled. "Severus got me a new Quicksilver. You'll have to actually work at it to beat me now." He teased him. Harry had a very natural talent for flying.

"Oh gods, don't let Ron hear that! He'll drill me into the ground, he will. On and on he goes, 'we have to beat Slytherin' he says, at every practice! Our next game is against Hufflepuff but no, 'we have to beat Slytherin'... he's bloody crazy, I tell you! He's worse than Oliver, and Oliver was manic!" He gestured wildly. It was a miracle his ham didn't fly off his fork and hit someone in the face.

Draco smiled and nodded. "I know exactly what you mean, Harry. Flint, HE was a crazy one, he was. Glad he graduated a while ago, or I would have died of a stomach ulcer in fourth year."

Their dinner continued pleasantly in this way, Harry and Draco pretty much ignoring everyone else (without meaning to, of course).

"Hey, Draco... did you finish that potions assignment?" Harry asked later as dessert was served.

"Of course I did!" He looked positively scandilized. "Didn't -you-?"

"Ummm.." he looked sheepish.

Hermione (of course) butted in at this point from her seat on the other side of Draco. "Harry! You haven't finished your holiday homework yet? Oh honestly, Harry, you're so..." she ranted on and on about NEWTS (which were in only 18 months! gasp!) while Draco shot him a sympathetic look and mouthed 'you can copy mine'.

"Hermione." Draco finally cut off her tirade. "I think he gets the point. Besides, dinner is over."

"Well--"

"Hermione. I'll make sure he gets it done." Draco reassured her. And before she had time to respond, they were gone.