Christmas was rapidly approaching and both Harry and Draco could not stay still. Even if their bodies were not moving, their minds were running a mile a minute. Draco was still hung up on why he had gotten a gift for Harry. He was also contemplating why he wanted to spend Christmas with Harry. Since when did he want to spend time with an enemy? Since you kissed him, said a little voice in his head. Draco just shrugged it off but was still convinced that somebody cast a love spell on him. Meanwhile, Harry was seriously wondering why he had kissed Draco Malfoy, of all people, why that slimy git? Harry had no answer to the question. Instead of finding the answer, Harry found the want to kiss him again. He wanted to see Draco so badly that he had the urge to just walk right on down to the dungeons, kiss Malfoy right then and there, kick him in the groin, and then ask him why he has taken over his thoughts.

Something had obviously changed in their relationship but neither one knew what. Both boys thought that perhaps a love spell was cast upon them by someone who disliked them, and if a person didn't so it, it was obviously the mistletoe's fault… why else would they intentionally kiss each other?

Harry finally found the courage within himself to go find Draco. He figured that most of the students were gone so he couldn't really make that big a fool of himself if no one was there to witness it. So off he went in search of one Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin. As Harry neared the Slytherin house he began to question himself and the impulse that drove him down here in the first place. But there were no time for questions because right at that moment Harry's target stepped out of a portrait hole and walked straight towards Harry.

"What're you doing here Potter?" Draco drawled.

"Well uh… I uh… I felt like taking a stroll."

"Taking a stroll in the dungeons? I think not. You sure are a quirky little Golden Boy."

"What did you call me?"

"Golden Boy, you know, Dumbledore's Golden Boy, he-who-will-save-us-all-if-he-could-walk-two-feet-without-tripping-first Golden Boy."

For some reason that comment really got to Harry, but instead of lashing out in his anger, Harry just simply replied, "Alright well Malfoy, as fun as it always is chit-chatting with you, I really should get back to my own house."

Draco saw the anger, hurt, and regret all flash in Harry's eyes and suddenly felt bad for causing this reaction. Draco had never felt bad for causing someone these things, especially not Harry, so he wasn't sure what to do. So he just kind of stood there awkwardly, watching Harry's retreating form.

"Harry! Wait!" Draco yelled.

Harry heard Draco call after him and stopped immediately and turned around. Bu the time he was fully turned around, Draco was already there, panting softly.

"I'm… I'm sorry Harry. It's just what I've always thought until… well… lately."

"You know Malfoy, you can be such an arse sometimes."

"Yeah, I know, sorry… so do you want to spend Christmas with me?"

"Well… um… uh… yeah I guess so… sure," Harry stammered. Draco really wants to spend Christmas with me? Is this a good thing? …What am I getting myself into??

"Great… um, you can just bring all of your gifts down here and we'll open presents together."

"Hey Malfoy? Do you mind if we spend it at Gryffindor tower instead of here? …It's too cold down here for me, Mr. Golden Boy." Harry winked at Draco.

Malfoy gave a slight grin and replied, "Yeah, alright, I guess so."

"So I'll see you Christmas morning."

"Yeah… goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Draco."

A/N: Alright guys, I know that this chapter has taken me forever to get out, but I was reeeally busy over winter break after Christmas, and then school started again, but I promise that the next chapters and the rest of the story won't take that long to get out… well as long as I get an abundance of reviews! So what are you waiting for?!? Review!