One morning in December found Harry and Draco snuggled up in their appartment, sleeping late, and relishing the beginning of their Winter break. It also saw Remus and Sirius in the kitchen of their appartment arguing.

"Remus, you really should appologize to Harry..."

"Me?" Remus shook a coffee spoon at his boyfriend, "It wasn't until you agreed with me that he blocked us?"

"Yes. Agreed with you." Sirius sighed. "Okay, we both need to appologize."

"Better, but, no."

"Remus..." Sirius' tone was edgy. "He sends back our owls and muggle-sent letters - unopened. I'm sorry, but I can't live with that. And I'm not about to wait for him to appologize for banning us from his appartment because we said something we shouldn't have."

"Then you bloody well appologize, but you'll do it on your own."

Half an hour later, Sirius and a grumbling Remus were on the landing of Harry's appartment, knocking on the door. Muffled voices were heard through the door.

"Dammit, I was comfy."

"Me too. I don't wanna get the door. You do it."

A glare was heard even through the door. "Fine, let me find my pants..."

Less than a minute later, the door was opened by a half-naked Draco. He stood there, with the door partially open, shocked.

"Who is it, Dragon?" Harry asked as he came in from the bedroom, also half-dressed. When he saw his callers, his face turned to stone. "What do you want?"

"We came to appologize for our actiones last month," Sirius started.

"It was un-called for and cruel," Remus finished.

"You think a simple appology is going to heal the wounds you re-opened?" Draco exploded. "Have you any idea what made him shun everyone after the battle? Have you any idea how much he had to put behind him that you brought back up with one comment?"

"Draco..." Harry ended his lover's tirade. "Thank you for your appology. Goodbye. Shut the door, Draco."

He really hadn't needed to say the last, Draco had already slammed the door in their faces by the time Harry was halfway through.

Draco and Harry spent most of their winter holliday in the library, or in their appartment working on their final projects. Harry was working with the computer while Draco carefully wrote out his lesson plans lying on his stomach in the den. He heard the printer start and Harry let out a loud "YAWP!" as he slid into the room. It had, however been a while since he had slid stockinged feet on freshly-polished wood, and he lost his balance and fell - on top of Draco. An "oof" came from both boys, though neither made to move. Harry propped himself up with his elbows on the carpet, and placed his chin in his hands. Draco tapped his pen on his notebook.

"Would you mind removing your stomach from my arse, darling?"

"Why? Would you like something else of mine on your arse?"

"Well, not on my arse, and not now. Have to get this done by tomorrow, remember?"

Harry huffed as he stood up. "Give us a kiss, at least, love?"

"You're refering to yourself in plural again."

"And you find it absolutely endearing."

Draco sighed as he stood and pulled Harry into what he had intended to be a short, chaste kiss. Harry, however, had other plans. Harry thrust his fingers into Draco's hair and deepends the kiss, plundering Draco's mouth with his tongue. Only when the need for oxygen became inherant did Harry end his assault on the blonde's mouth and began attacking his throat. Harry's hands traveld down Draco's back, and to the front of his shirt, hastily unfastening the buttons. "Harry, I... ahh, oh Gods! Harry, my... oh fuck it. I'll do it in the morning."

A/N: AHHH! So, I was rading over this for starting the next chapter, and I caught a grammar error, and I was just freaked out that I made that mistake, so anyone who noticed that Draco said "You refered to yourself in third-person plural again." Kudos to you! Yes, he refered to himself in FIRST-person plural. That's what I get for writing after going a whole day without nicotine... Ah welll, enjoy!