Draco opened the door to find a king-sized waterbed and a well-lit desk, and at the desk none other than a half-dressed Harry Potter. Harry was bent over a peice of parchment, one hand massaging his neck as he leafed through one of the four books scattered over the desk. Draco smiled as he placed his bag by the foot of the of the bed and strolled up behind his boyfriend. Harry, dropped his quill and leaned back in his chair when Draco began massaging his shoulders. "Hmmm, Draco, that feels wonderful," he murmured closing his eyes and succumbing to the feel of his lover's hands. Draco leaned forward against the chair and let his hands rest on Harry's stomach.

"How long have you been here, love?" Draco purred in his ear.

"Dunno," Harry replied. "Since about midnight."

"So, about four hours." Dracopeered atthe Gryffindor's parchment. "How far are you?"

"Last time I measured, I'd written twenty-eight inches."

"Why don't you go to bed?"

"I came down here to study."

"Then why the bed?"

Harry laughed. "Because I usually work until I'm exhausted."

"You don't have to do that tonight. Besides, that's Snape's paper on the uses of dried dragon's blood. It's not due until Friday, and you've already written more inches than he said were required."

"I only have the final paragraph left. I shouldn't be more than ten minutes, then I'll go to bed."

"Alright." Dracopressed a kiss to his lover's shoulder before heshrugged off his shirt and climbed into the bed.

Harry just smiled as he dipped his quill back into an ink pot. And, true to his word, Harry was packing all his work back into his bag nine minutes later. He crawled into bed, snuggling up against his lover, letting the scent of Draco's hair and the gentle movements of the bed lull him into sleep.

Harry was laying on his back in a blanket of snow just outside the castle, staring up at the astronomy tower as he was slowly covered with snow. 'Damn,' he cursed himself. 'Should've been paying attention. Goddamned Slytherins.'

"Harry?"

That voice. It was familliar, but surely, he'd never heard his given name on those sultry lips... Well, outside of his dreams, that is.

Hands were hastily brushing snow from his face. "Harry! Why are you just laying here? Figuring on leaving the world or something?"

"Yeah, something like that." At the shocked look on the Slytherin's face, he dropped the sarcasm and explained, "Your Slytherin buddies figured it would be a laugh to toss me off the Astronomy Tower. Draco, I can't feel anything. I can't move." Harry sighed. "I'm scared." It was just a whisper, but Draco heard it.

"I'm here, you'll be alright." Draco chewed his lip a moment. "I'm going to put a body-bind on you so we don't hurt your back any further. And then we'll go to Madame Pomfery." He drew his wand, but hesitated. "Do you trust me?"

Harry bit his lip, but nodded anyway.

An elegant swish of his wand and a 'Petrificus Totalis' later, Draco congured a stretcher and rushed into the Hospital Wing with Harry. "Pomfery!" He called. "Madame Pomfery, get out here now!"

"Mr. Malfoy," the scolding voice called from another room. They could hear a chair scraping on the floor. "You should use more respect for your elders, young man."

"I don't give a damn right now. Harry's broken his back!"

Harry's dream self closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he was staring at Draco. He lifted a hand up and clasped the back ofthe blonde's neck. "Thank you," he murmured.

"Think nothing of it."

Draco's palm was resting against Harry's cheek and both boys seemed oblivious to the fact that they were drawing closer. As their lips brushed, Draco murmured, "Happy Christmas, Harry" as their lips crashed together in a tender, yet passionate kiss...

Harry woke with a sense of dread. He grabbed his wand from his bag and muttered, "tempus." Bright green writing read 9:15 AM. Shit! He quickly shook Draco awake. "Wasamatter?"

"We're half an hour late for Transfiguration."

"Ah, fuck it, by the time we got dressed and there, there'd only be ten minutes left. Let's just skive off."

"Hmmm... Maybe if I have her essay done tomorrow, she'd forgive me."

"Oh, I wasn't planning on doing work."

"What were you planning on doing, then?"

"Well, you, of course," Draco grinned.

Harry gave him a sly laugh before purring, "Who says I'm not going to be doing you?"

Draco was about to reply when Harry's mouth crashed into his, and a tongue snaked its way into his mouth and his boyfriend's hands deliciously roamed his chest. He moaned when Harry broke the kiss and smiled at him. Suddenly the tongue that had just been plundering his mouth was circling one of his nipples. A non-descript noise escaped his lips - half gasp, half moan...

"Where are they?" Hermione pondered aloud as both she and Ron made their way from Advanced Transfiguration.

Ron grinned. "I don't know where they are, but I can make a pretty good guess as to what they're doing." He winked at her.

Hermione blushed, "Now, really, Ronald. How immature."

"Immature, perhaps, but quite accurate," Draco said, falling into step beside Hermione.

"That's a lovely colour on you, Herm," Harry said from next Draco as Hermoine blushed. "Almost as bright a scarlet as your scarf."

If it were possible, Hermione's blush deepened. Ron gave her an appraising look. "You know, he is right, 'Mione. You are positively gorgeous when you blush."

Once more, Hermione blushed. She looked for a distraction - any distraction. She looked at her watch. It read, 'late for class.'

"Oh no! We're late for Potions!" She pecked Ron on the cheek. "I'll see you at lunch, dear."

She then raced after her other two best friends.

Snape rolled his eyes as the three arrived breathless. "Take your seats, and two points off each of you for being late."

Draco leaned over to Harry and whispered, "I think I liked him better when the war was going on."

Harry had to scramble to cover his snort as a sneeze. Ahhh, class was going to be a long one...