disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.

warnings: Slash, slash, slash. A little bit of fluff in this one, I suppose.

A/N: Yay, I'm updating! Three cheers for new update! No? Okay, but then you just have to review. That's the way it goes, my loves. I know I don't update this as often as you (or me) would like, but school is just taking so much of my time and energy, fortunately spring break is in a week! Yay! Three cheers for spring break! Now, read the result of my dirty mind.

When Harry opened his eyes the next morning, the first feeling he felt was pain. "Oh my head…" He groaned and stumbled out of the bed, his room and into the downstairs. When he saw Draco sitting beside the kitchen table, he remembered. All the things he had said and done last night

"Will you ever take me?" The words echoed in his aching head. Shit. Did he really say that? He was just about to sneak back to his room when Draco looked up.

"Morning sunshine." He greeted. "Sleep well?"

"Draco, about last night-"

"It's ok. You were drunk, you had no idea what you were saying."

Harry said nothing. He took a painkiller and sat down with a glass of applejuice. "So we're cool?"

"Yeah." But Draco didn't look like they were cool.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Liar. What did I do?"

"Why do you automatically assume that it has something to do with you?"

"I…" But Harry could not think of anything to say. They sat in silence, Draco eating his breakfast and Harry deciding he'd never drink alcohol again. "What's wrong?" He finally asked.

"Nothing."

"C'mon, you can tell me."

"There's nothing to tell." And they fell silent again. After a minute or so Draco stood up, put his dirty dishes in the sink, went into the living room and switched on the TV. He had started to like that little machine. Actually, he adored it. How he had ever been able to live without it, he wondered. Even though the miraculous world of the Friends was yet again oh so funny and interesting, the blonde didn't even smile at the jokes. Actually, he had no idea what happened in the show. All he could think about was that boy with a hangover in the kitchen. The whole morning he had been wondering what was going on. How long had it been? A month, maybe two? No, longer than that. Harry had eaten five chocolates from his chocolate Christmas Calendar. But then again, Harry wasn't the most patient person in the world and he really liked chocolate.

Anyway, it must be the early December or late November now. So they had been there for about three months. They had been through a lot since they first stepped foot into this house and even though he had discovered that Harry was an addict, Draco still kind of liked him. And he definitely was physically attracted to him. Okay, there it was; Draco Malfoy was physically attracted to another boy. If it meant that he's gay, then so be it. If someone had told him three months ago that he was actually going to consider Harry's overgrown hair and piercings hot, or anything about Harry for that matter, he would've laughed straight to their face. But not anymore.

He knew very well what Harry wanted and he wanted to give him that but he was scared. Could it ever work out? What would his friends say? What would his parents say? His father would kill him. But… His friends weren't here, nor were his parents. Maybe-

"What are you watching?"

Draco snapped out of his thoughts and saw Harry sitting on the couch next to him. "Huh? Oh, um, Friends, I think."

"Any good?"

"Yeah, sure." And for the third time that morning, an uncomfortable silence fell between the boys. "Harry? Can you tell me something?"

"What?"

"If, I mean this is a completely hypothetical question, but if I happened to tell you, and I'm not saying that I am, but if I told you that I might maybe want something with you, what would you say? Hypothetically." The blonde finally shut his mouth and gave Harry a cautious look. His heart was pounding like never before. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like he was really saying all that. And I'm a freaking Malfoy. Malfoys are never nervous. What the hell is wrong with me?

If there was anything Harry didn't expect, that was it. "Um… Well, I think I would, hypothetically speaking, ask how fucking stupid you are. I mean, I don't know if you know but I have a huge crush on you." I can't believe I just said that! He seemed to be blurting things he shouldn't rather often lately.

But Draco already knew that Harry had a crush on him, Danny had told him and now Harry just simply confirmed the little piece of information. Smirking, he leaned closer to the blushing and slightly panicking boy and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I knew that. Danny told me."

"A-are you sure?" Harry managed to stutter, making Draco laugh a little.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it was Danny."

"No, I mean, are you sure about… Me?"

Draco shook his head and slowly snuggled closer to the other boy's body. "No. I'm scared to death. I know nothing about dating a boy. I don't even know if I'm gonna be any good at it. But I don't wanna spend the rest of my life 'what if'ing."

For the first time that morning, Harry smiled. "I'm sure you're gonna be great."

"Nah, I'm probably gonna suck, but that's ok. You can't tell before you try, can you?"

"No, you can't. So this is your final decision? I mean, you're not backing up anymore?"

"No, I'm not. I think I wanna be all yours."

"You sure?"

Draco laughed. "Stop asking me that or I will take back everything I said!" He declared and tried to jump off the couch but Harry pulled him back.

"You can't take it back! You already said it!"

"So? I could just tell that it was a big fat lie and I was only joking!" The blonde stuck out his tongue and Harry grabbed it with his fingers.

"But would you really do that?"

Draco let out an incomprehensible sound and Harry let go. "No, I would not." Harry grinned victoriously. "Your fingers taste bad." Draco said and received a punch in the shoulder. "Ouch."

"You're so cute when you pout."

"I'm always cute." He replied matter of factly, gave Harry a quick kiss and turned to the TV.

Harry raised an eyebrow, very Malfoy-like. "That's it?"

"Told you I was gonna suck at this."

Silence fell between them again, but this time it was rather comfortable. Harry lay his head on Draco's shoulder and listened the other boy breathe. "Is this all we're gonna do today?"

"You've got better ideas?"

"Well…" Harry started with a very hinting tone.

"I don't think we're ready for that kind of activities quite yet."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm not ready." Draco murmured, not looking at Harry.

"I wasn't gonna suggest that, you jerk. I don't even wanna have sex with you." That was a big fat lie and they both knew it before he even said it. Draco gave him a meaningful gaze. "Okay, I do, but not before you're ready. Before we're ready. And we're definitely not."

"That must've been the smartest thing you've said in three months."

"Shut up. You know what this means, don't you?"

"No, what does it mean?"

"Now when we are officially boyfriend and… boyfriend-"

"We are?"

Harry blushed like a tomato and suddenly became very insecure. Draco never mentioned the word 'boyfriend'. "Aren't we?"

The blonde seemed to think for a moment. "Yes, I think we are. You were saying?"

"Yes, I was saying that now when we're officially boyfriend and boyfriend, you have to buy me a Christmas present."

For Harry's surprise, Draco rolled his eyes and let out a groan. "You celebrate Christmas?"

"Um… Yes. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because it's a crappy holiday. People make you eat more than is humanly possible and they decorate their houses with hideous lights and pretend to like people they hate only because they give you presents. Who the hell ever invented Christmas?"

"Eh, um… You know that little guy called Jesus? Well he-"

"Oh yeah, him. You know, Christmas was a pagan feast before Christians came and made it theirs. Jesus wasn't even born then, you know."

"Fine, whatever, it doesn't matter. But I'm going to buy you a present and decorate the house with the lights you seem to hate so much and make you eat like a pig and you're gonna like it."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "You're gonna cook?"

"Yes. I can cook, I've cooked my whole life for other people!"

"I've never seen you cook."

"That's just because you've done it for me. Which is kind of amusing considering that you couldn't even toast a bread when we first got here."

"Don't remind me."

Harry grinned wickedly. "Anyway, as I'm buying you a present, you have to get me one."

"Why?"

"Because it would be extremely rude not to."

Draco let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll get you a Christmas present if you promise not to decorate the house."

"Fine. I won't put up any lights, except in the tree."

"What tree?"

"Well we have to have a Christmas tree. It's not Christmas if there's no tree."

"Can we keep it outside?"

"No, we cannot. Draco, this our first Christmas together-" Harry suddenly stopped. It hit him as he said it. Their first Christmas. He just stared in front of him, seeing nothing, as he tried to understand what he had just said. He snapped out of it when he felt a soft pair of lips on his. He started kissing back, still not quite realizing what was happening. He felt something wet slide by his bottom lip and slightly opened his mouth so Draco's tongue could slide in. It did and Harry dropped his hands somewhere around the blonde's waist and slipped them under his shirt. Then he felt someone else's hands grab his wrists and the lips were pulling away.

"Don't push it, sweetheart." Draco smirked.

"You called me sweetheart."

"Don't get used to it."

A/N: Ha, I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Okay, maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. I don't know. Tell me.

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