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.

Throughout the entire day, Harry would come into the common room and just sit and stare at the mysterious present under the tree. Harry's mind immediately thought that it was from Voldemort, but there was no way that the gift could have gotten into the school and into his house without going through some major security checks. That must mean that the present came from someone within the school. But who is in the school that would give the Gryffindor seeker a gift without signing their name? Harry had already received his gifts from Hagrid, Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Hermione, and essentially everyone who gives him Christmas presents. It was as these questions flitted through Harry's mind as he fell asleep.

As Draco lied in bed, he wondered what Harry was doing at that specific moment in time. But more importantly, he was wondering why Harry had suddenly started to enter his mind peacefully. Before, Draco would think of new ways to beat Harry at the many things that Harry beat Draco in. or he would practice new spells on plates and old socks that he could cast on Harry during their duels. Now… well now, Draco was hoping that Harry liked what Draco had bought him and wondering if Harry wanted some company. If so, Draco would gladly fill the position of said company. And this frightened Draco more than he knew. After one kiss you have to go all mushy and actually tolerating the stupid Golden Boy. The kiss wasn't even all that great… it definitely should affect you this much! Get a grip on yourself Malfoy! …I wonder if the git has opened his present yet…. After much arguing within Draco's head, Draco fell asleep with a smile on his face. Harry.

Harry had been dreaming that he was drinking eggnog with Draco as they chatted together in a friendly way when he suddenly woke up. The moment his eyes were open Harry had the biggest craving for eggnog. The only way to get some eggnog at this time of day would be to sneak down into the kitchens and take some. Willing his body to move, Harry got out of bed and went to retrieve his invisibility cloak. Deciding against changing his clothes, Harry left the common room, clad in only his black cotton boxers, complete with moving broomsticks on them, in search of some fresh eggnog.

For some reason Draco was dreaming about Harry, except Harry wasn't his name. It was Egg, and he kept tickling Draco screaming, "NOG! NOG!" At least that was all the Draco could remember when he woke up. Deciphering his dream, Draco realized that his body had some messed up craving for some eggnog. Getting out of bed as quickly as he can he left the Slytherin House still dressed in his black silk boxers that his mother has embroidered for him… which sadly now said, 'Loser' on them. He was headed straight for the kitchens.

Both boys silently trekked their way to the kitchens. Harry was the first to arrive since he hadn't as far to go as Draco. Harry was looking through all of the cabinets in search of the eggnog, until he realized that the eggnog would be located in the magically cooled cabinet. Harry chalked his absentmindedness to his lack of sleep. After he had taken the eggnog out of the cabinet, he started to look for a glass to drink out of. It was during this search when Draco showed up. Harry didn't hear Draco arrive so he kept on wondering around with a look of utter confusion written across his face. Draco had to fight back his laugh at seeing Harry's broomstick boxers. But man, that boy is built! I don't think my body even looks that good. …Well maybe it does.

Harry finally found the glasses when he felt another presence within the kitchen. Harry's body turned rigid since he could feel the new individual's eyes on him. Slowly turning around, Harry could see a figure standing in the shadows of the doorway. The only thing that he could make out was the pale skin and pale hair. There is only one person in the school who could fit that description. Malfoy.

Harry turned back around to get another glass out of the nook where he had found them. Pouring himself and Draco a glass of eggnog Harry said to Draco, "You can come in you know. No one is going to stop you."

Draco took a few tentative steps past the threshold and drawled very quietly, "I didn't want to scare you…"

"Please… I've taken on Voldemort so many times that a small interruption in my midnight trek would hardly raise a goose bump." Harry handed Draco one of the glasses of eggnog that he had poured.

It surprised Draco to be handed a glass of eggnog. It was almost as if Harry knew exactly why he was sneaking around after hours. After taking the offered glass Draco just silently stared at Harry for a while. Harry was a little unnerved since Draco started to stare at him. Every time they'd seen each other since last night, after they shared their kiss, the other people in the room and the distance between them had buffered the stares. But now… now there were no buffers. There was just the small space between the boxer-clad boys and there certainly weren't any other people there either.

Since Draco adamantly stared at Harry, Harry decided to stare and gawk right back. This was the first time that Harry had seen Draco shirtless outside of the locker rooms. But whilst they were in the locker rooms it had never occurred to Harry to look before. And Harry Potter was very impressed with what he saw. Harry saw a very lithe body in front of him, but the body was very well developed and finely shaped. Probably from playing Quidditch. As Harry continued to study Draco and his body, a very frightening thought came into Harry's mind. That boy is hot! It was these four words that tore Harry out of his reverie. At this point Harry noticed that his mouth had gone really dry and he was slightly shaking. Harry could also see that Draco was also slightly shaking. Does Draco Malfoy find me hot? Not bloody possible.

"Uhh… well uhh… thanks for the eggnog… we should probably head back to our houses now…"

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Ok."

"Yup."

Neither boy made any sign to show that they were leaving since both pairs of feet stayed planted in the same spot. After many minutes of awkward silence, Draco broke the ice. "What are you staring at Potter?"

It surprised Harry to realize that he was, in fact, staring at Draco again. This realization forced a thin blush to arise on Harry's chin. "You were staring earlier just as much."

"Pfft, that doesn't mean anything!"

"Sure it does! It means that you were staring!" Harry exasperated.

"Just because I was staring doesn't mean that I liked what I saw as I'm sure you liked what you saw!"

"Well… just because I liked what I saw doesn't mean I was staring!"

After hearing Harry's words Draco started to cackle just like a villain would in Muggle videos, only this laughter was rich and filled with actual amusement- not evil sounding in the least. Harry was mortally embarrassed as Draco fell to the ground with his laughter. It didn't seem that Draco was likely to stop anytime soon but dear god how Harry wished that he would stop laughing.

"Please! Stop laughing! Someone might hear you and come in here and catch us! I really don't want to be caught!"

For some reason this only spurred Draco on and caused his laughter to get louder. Harry did not know what to do, so he just stood there, thinking of a way that he could get Draco to stop laughing. And then, Harry thought of just the right cure. The Golden Boy stalked over to where Draco was lying and gently knelt down. Bracing himself for the inevitable reaction that he would get, Harry gently brushed his lips against Draco's and immediately backed away. Harry's plan had worked since Draco stopped his chortle right as their lips had touched.

Draco turned wide eyes to Harry who was still sitting on the floor not to far away from him, touching his lips as if he had been burned. Not sure what to do, Draco picked himself up a bit so that he could be more level with Harry. Now, as the boys stared at each other, there were no accusing eyes, or anger, or hatred… now, there was confusion and question.

Draco took the first initiative and scooted closer to Harry. As he got closer he could feel the heat radiating off of Harry's body and the short intake of breath. This spurred Draco on and he closed the rest of the space between himself and Harry and kissed him. He kissed him with all that he had. Harry immediately responded to Draco lips and let his mouth fall open. Draco's wanting tongue swept into Harry's mouth a very short lived thought came into both Harry and Draco's mind – Why is this kiss better than any of the ones I have shared with other people? But just as soon as the thought entered it left, as a new round of shocks went through their bodies, which quickly evaporated the thought. The healthy snog session lasted well into the night as their glasses half full of eggnog sat there forgotten. It wasn't until they realized that the house elves should be starting breakfast soon that they left and returned to their own beds.

TBC