… Both, blushing profusely, excused themselves, and walked back to their respective houses.
Once within the confines of his own room, Harry was finally able to analyze the event that had just happened in the Great Hall entryway. The very event that left him breathless, tingly all over, and, the scariest part of all… wanting more. This was the thought that Harry most feared. How is it possible that I want to kiss Malfoy again…I mean… its Malfoy for Merlin's sake. Yes but remember how soft his lips felt against yours? Remember the spark you felt all over the moment your tongues touched? As these thoughts kept popping up in Harry's mind, he was busily trying to convince himself that he didn't care about what happened. He didn't care that Draco tasted like vanilla with a hint of mint. Or that Draco melted in Harry's arms and it felt… good. Nope it did not matter.
Draco was pacing the perimeter of his empty dorm. He couldn't quite figure out what had happened once he allowed Harry entrance into his mouth. It was like he surrendered to Harry… like he gave in to feeling. But what feeling? Hate? No… you don't kiss someone that passionately if you hate the person. And if you did hate the person you definitely would not still feel like you're on fire an hour after the kiss. But as they always say… you can't love someone without hating them first.
The next morning as Draco was walking down to breakfast, he made sure that nobody else was walking in the door at the same time as him, and sprinted to his designated Slytherin table.
Across the room a laughing Harry Potter was watching Draco's actions like a hunter closely watching his prey. The entire meal was full of quick, furtive glances and a long-suffering silence.
Getting sick of these quick glances and the suffering silence, Harry finished his breakfast and got up to leave the Great Hall to go back to Gryffindor tower. Just as he was about to walk under the bewitched Mistletoe he noticed that someone else was going to walk under it with him. That someone else happened to have silver-blonde hair, pale gray eyes, and a very kissable mouth. Harry stopped dead in his tracks to let Draco walk through the doors first. Watching Draco's back as he walked away from him, Harry couldn't help but pay more attention to a certain place about three feet above the ground.
When Harry got back to the Gryffindor common room, he noticed that Hedwig was waiting for him with a couple of letters attached to her feet. He also noticed that there was a very pristine looking owl waiting on one of the bookcases with a small parcel tied to its feet. Harry didn't recognize the bird so he went over to it to check it out. The parcel was addressed to one Harry Potter;of Gryffindor Tower; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not knowing whom the handwriting belonged to; Harry tore into the parcel without a second thought. Inside of the parcel was yet another parcel. Only this time it was wrapped with Christmas wrapping and ribbon. Deciding to wait until Christmas day to open the gift, Harry stuck the mystery present under the tree for safekeeping.
Draco was once again pacing his dorm, wondering to himself whether or not he should have 1.) Gotten Harry Potter a Christmas gift and 2.) Sent the gift to him.
A/N: I'm sure you are very angry with me for leaving it here and that you didn't get any good action but trust me… the good stuff is coming and you know what they say to those who wait! Those who wait get great rewards! But those who wait and don't review will NOT be getting their rewards!!!! LOL! Please review guys and I'll send out the next part after I get… 10 reviews, okay?