"You know, I think Lovegood should be shot," Draco growled, contemptuously. Harry snorted.

"You don't even know what that means," he laughed. Draco ignored him. "Besides, it's really Lockhart who came up with this stupid thing," Harry added.

"Yeah, well, he should be shot, too. I can't believe they let him out of Mungo's."

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had good reason to be irritated at the former Professor Lockhart. Gilderoy Lockhart had been released from St. Mungo's, and was spending time making hair-care products and holiday lovey-dovey items available to the general public. This particular one was a rather nasty Christmas tree, which liked to wrap tinsel around two unsuspecting victims, namely Draco and Harry. The two boys were tied together, their faces merely inches apart. Better yet, the Christmas tree had lassoed them into a corner, so no one would see them and come to their rescue. Luna Lovegood was very fond of Lockhart, and she had set up the Christmas trees everywhere.

"How on earth are we supposed to get out of this thing, anyway," Draco demanded. Harry would have shrugged, but he couldn't. His arms were beginning to ache, as well.

"Search me," he said automatically.

"I can't, actually, because I'm TIED UP!" Draco snapped. Obviously, he had a low tolerance for Christmas pranks.

"Well, just shut up and start thinking," Harry shot back. Draco sighed huffily, and both boys fell into silence.

An hour later, they were still in silence. "I'm tired," Draco announced. Harry rolled his eyes.

"And what do you expect me to do about it?" Draco glared at him.

"You're the almighty Harry Potter. You figure it out. And hurry it up, too," Draco added. Harry snorted.

"What, need your beauty rest?" he taunted. Draco didn't reply. Harry's grin widened. "You do, don't you?"

"I do not."

"Yes, you do! You need your beauty rest! It helps the complexion," Harry teased in a mock-drawl. Draco bared his teeth.

"Shut up, Potter! It does help the complexion!" he snapped, matter-of-factly. Harry snickered. "It's not funny." He began to laugh, uncontrollably. "Shut up, Potter!" Draco roared. Harry continued to laugh. "Potter, if you don't shut up, I swear I'll-"

"You'll what?" Harry challenged. "Smack me upside the head with your purse?"

"Shut up, Potter! I do not have a purse" Draco shrieked. Harry smiled. He was winning.

"You might as well. You look like a girl. You act like a girl. You dress like a girl..."

"As opposed to the hobo attire you wear," Draco spat.

"Better hobo than homo!" Harry shot back. Draco fell silent, looking shocked. Harry stared back at him. It took a five minute moment of silence before reality set in. "Oh my gosh. Are you..?"

"So what if I am?" Draco growled, refusing to meet Harry's eye, and instead staring at the ceiling. Harry's stomach dropped. Even if it was Draco, he still felt bad.

"Malfoy, I'm sorry-"

"Don't even, Potter," Draco interrupted. Harry shut his mouth, guiltily. "It's none of your damn business, anyway."

"Malfoy..." Harry began, weakly. Draco lowered his gaze. His expression was even, but his silver eyes were burning with rage. "Malfoy, I'm sorry. If I had known, I would've never..."

"Just. Stop. I don't need your pity. I don't even understand your pity." Harry's eyebrows raised as he watched Draco go into a rant. "I mean, really, this is probably gold for you. Draco Malfoy, your worst enemy, is flaming gay. Actually, I'm surprised it took you this long to figure out! I mean, most of my clothes are of the more fitted variety. You could use it as blackmail, big time. If the Slytherins ever found out, they'd probably pound me. I'm good at flying, but not so hot in the self-defense-"

"Malfoy, shut up." Draco's mouth snapped shut, and his eyes returned to Harry's, confused. Harry sighed. "I'm not going to use it as blackmail," he said, quietly. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What? Why not?" he demanded, thoroughly perplexed. Harry sighed, again.

"Because...Because..." Harry growled, then leaned up, pressing his lips against Draco's in a fierce, almost angry kiss. Instantly, the tinsel bonds dropped, and the two boys broke apart. Draco was shocked, and Harry was cursing himself.

"What was that?" Draco demanded. Harry rolled his eyes.

"What do you think it was?" he replied, irritably. Draco stared at him.

"Why?"

"Because. I've liked you since last year. Besides, that was the only way to get rid of the tinsel," he added, motioning to the Christmas tree, which twinkled, innocently. Draco stared from the tree, to the tinsel, to Harry.

"You...do...?" Harry nodded. Draco took a deep breath, then shoved Harry up against the wall. Harry flinched. Perhaps Draco wasn't strong compared to Slytherins, but compared to Harry, he certainly was. "Potter..." Draco growled. Harry opened his eyes and nearly had a heart attack.

Draco was smiling.

Before Harry could manage to say something, Draco leaned down and kissed him. Harry opened his mouth in shock, but it is quite hard to make any kind of noise when you've got two tongues in your mouth.

"So...I guess Luna doesn't deserve to be shot, after all?" Harry said with a smile when Draco pulled away. Draco grinned.

"Maybe not. But Lockhart does. He's just annoying."