Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS, SOLELY THE PLOT OF THIS DRABBLE!
Ron turned and stared out of the portal to the Gryffendor common room. The hall was dark, and to the untrained eye, appeared empty as well. But Ron knew better, and as he slipped out silently, he looked for the promised steel grey eyes. He followed the hall to the right, toward an empty class room. Opening the door, he saw a smiling blonde haired boy, lying on the uncluttered desk of a teacher long gone for the holidays. The red head went over to stroke his lover's hair.
"Happy Christmas," smiled Draco, and Ron knew it would be.
"Happy Christmas."