Disclaimer: I wished upon a star that I would own Harry Potter. It told me this was as close as I would ever get. So yes, I do not own anything Harry Potter related.

Harry groaned as Hermione and Ron dragged him to the Christmas party held by Draco. He couldn't even begin to understand why on earth they bothered to go to this party. The party would only have booze, stupid games, and mistletoe.

Oh.

Mistletoe.

Harry's mind sighed. Ron and Hermione are going for the mistletoe, of course. They're a new couple with, surprisingly, not much dignity if they wanted an excuse to make-out. It was all Harry could do to not cringe on the outside.

His friends were dating. After two years of hiding their feelings, they finally came out in the open and began to date. He didn't mind as long as he didn't have to watch them make out in the commons, but now he probably would have to witness that at the party. Great.

"Oh, stop dragging your feet, Harry! You'll have fun!"

"But, Malfoy will be there," he whined.

"I'm sure you won't have to put up with Malfoy," she said, speeding up.

"We are talking about the same Malfoy, right?"

Hermione didn't answer.

They reached the Room of Requirement, a popular place to throw a party, and opened the door to a slightly dark room, which is slightly ironic for Christmas. Christmas is supposed to be cheery, not dark. Ah, well. At least this makes it easier to hide from Draco.

Wait… Am I hiding from Draco? I never hide from Draco. I will not hide from Draco. I'll just keep out of sight. Yeah… Just out of sight.

He entered the room and went to the window to sit on a puffy chair. The Christmas music blared all around him, which made him angry. Christmas music just wasn't fun anymore. Bah humbug.

"Harry," Dean said, and Harry turned his head to look at him. "Have some punch." Was that a mischievous glint in his eyes? Harry shrugged it off. Dean was probably thinking of some prank he pulled on Seamus, and he took cup of punch from Dean.

He took a sip. It tasted a little… odd. But, it also made him thirsty, and he drowned the cup in a few seconds. Almost immediately, he felt a weird tingle go down his body, from his head, to his toes. But, his mind involuntarily ignored it. That's how the potion worked.

"Hello, Potter," Draco said, smiling at his arch nemesis. "Have you had some punch?"

"Yes," he said, returning the smile.

"Did you like it?"

Harry nodded. He really liked Draco's eyes. They were beautiful pools of gray that Harry just wanted to jump into and take a nice long swim.

Draco leaned down until their noses were almost touching. "We're under the mistletoe," he whispered. Harry swore he could feel shivers running down his spine by that voice. That sexy voice.

Harry's hands reached the back of Draco's head and pushed his face to his, which brought their lips together. Draco found he couldn't stand anymore, and let himself fall onto Harry's lap as the keep deepened. His mouth had a mind of his own, and his tongue prodded Harry's lips for entry. Those beautiful lips opened and let Draco's lips explore the Golden Boy's mouth.

"HARRY!"

Harry and Draco let go of each other and ended the kiss to see a shocked Hermione. The whole room went quiet. Hermione stood there until the room decided to go back to normal. "What's going on?"

"I'm in love with Draco," he cooed, his fingers playing with a strand of Draco's pale blonde hair.

Draco… purred? Draco never purred, but Harry loved it. Oh, how he loved it.

"Harry… I think someone spiked the punch."

Harry shook his head. "No one spiked the punch, Hermione," he said cheerfully. "I'm in love with Draco."

"That's the potion, Harry. And, I'm sorry, Draco, but I'm taking loverboy with me." Hermione took hold of Harry's arm and forced him to get up from the chair, which caused Draco to fall to the floor since Harry was his, uh, chair.

And, Ron saw his beloved girlfriend leaving, and followed.

They reached the Gryffindor common room in good time, and Hermione shoved Harry into a chair. She continued to lecture. "There's a potion in that punch. Harry? Are you listening to me?" No, Harry wasn't. He was looking out the window thinking of Draco, and the next-time he could kiss him. He couldn't wait.

"Harry," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You don't love Draco. It's just a potion."

"And, it's a wonderful potion," Ron said, placing his hands on Hermione's hips and pulled her onto his lap. Once there, he started kissing her neck.

"Ron!" Hermione shrieked. "This is not the time!" Hermione quickly stood up after that statement.

"Harry, the point is, the potion should wear off by tomorrow like all the other potion-spiked punches. You'll see that you don't love Draco."

Harry nodded absentmindedly. He, honestly, hadn't heard a word.

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Harry finished dressing himself and walked downstairs to the commons. He saw a group of people crowd up against Dean. They were all looking at something that caused people to laugh or gasp. When they saw Harry, they just laughed even more, or gave him dirty looks. The nerve of some people.

"What you got there, Dean?" Harry asked.

Dean looked up, and quickly put whatever it was behind his back.

"Oh, c'mon, Dean. What is it?"

"Harry," Hermione told him, "I don't think you want to see that particular picture."

"Yes, I do," Harry replied.

"Are you sure? It's kind of… embarrassing."

"I want to see it," Harry said, preparing for the worst.

Hermione eyed Dean. "Let him see it," she said.

Reluctantly, Dean gave him the photo.

Harry started shaking as he saw the picture. "This never happened!" he screamed.

"Yes, it did," laughed Seamus. "We all saw it last night."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in thought. He couldn't remember this happening. What happened last night? "I can't remember this," he said, momentarily forgetting his anger.

"Dean spiked the punch," Hermione said. "I told you someone spiked it."

"Maybe you did, but I can't remember much of yesterday."

Hermione glared at Dean, and he started edging away from her.

"Dean," Harry said in that calm sort of angry voice. "What did you put in that punch?"

Dean shook his head. He didn't want to talk.

"DEAN! WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THAT PUNCH!" Harry screamed.

"I, uh… Put some forgetfulness potion that, um, starts working ten hours after its use…"

"AND?"

"A potion that gives you the courage to act on your feelings."

The room, again, went quiet. Was Harry secretly in love with Draco?

Harry's eyes widened. "I am NOT in love with Draco!" he said, storming out of the commons, with the picture still in his hand.

He went outside to sit next the frozen Black Lake. He sighed, which emitted smoke from his mouth.

"Hello, Potter."

Great. Just great. Draco was here.

"What is it, Malfoy?" he said exasperated.

"You don't have to sound to mean. I was trying to be cheerful."

Harry remained silent. He really didn't want to talk to Malfoy right now.

"Do you, um, remember what happened last night?" Draco asked, his cheeks turning pink. Harry had to admit that Draco looked adorable when he was embarrassed.

Harry shook his head. "I have a picture, though," he said. "Dean apparently spiked the punch and proceeded to take pictures."

"I figured as much," Draco said, taking the picture from Harry. Draco cringed when he saw how affectionate the pictureDraco and pictureHarry were.

"Do you really have feelings for me?" asked Harry.

"I don't know," Draco said. "I never thought about it until this morning," he admitted. "Do you have feelings for me…?"

Harry shrugged. "Same as you."

Draco released a breath he was holding. "So… What now?"

A/N: This is a oneshot unless I'm inspired to write more. I just wanted to write a Christmas-y fanfic slash. I hope you liked it!