Draco felt Prosper burrow deeper into the blankets surrounding Draco and him in the Slytherin's bed on the morning of December 24. Draco smiled and tugged back the covers. The cat hissed at the lack of warmth, stretched, and lazily clambered into Draco's lap, where it curled up into a tiny ball.

"So…" said Draco softly, almost to himself, as he petted Prosper's fur softly, "this is the last day we'll have together like this, huh?"

Prosper was strangely still and silent, and Draco couldn't help but wonder whether the cat was relieved or sad to leave him. But he shouldn't be worrying about others' feelings – lord only knew his were giving him enough trouble!

He was confused. He was upset that the kitten would be a human again soon, but he shouldn't of even been attached to it in the first place. He was wondering if Harry perhaps liked him, even just as a friend. And he was wondering when the hell he had grown so fond of the Gryffindor.

Fond of Gryffindor's Golden Boy. What a shocking revelation.

So shocking, in fact, that he had spent a whole day mulling over it before finally accepting the HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE truth.

He fancied Potter.

He seemed to recall himself moaning and repeatedly banging his head against a nearby wall. He also remembered said wall being stone, and thus being quite hard. As hard as Draco's head was, it was no match for that wall just yet.

Sighing at the thought of the toll of dead brain cells now littered his head, Draco threw aside the blankets and stood, gathering Prosper gently in his arms. He subconsciously cuddled the kitten closer and Prosper began to purr softly as Draco carried him downstairs to lounge by the fire.

Narcissa blinked her turquoise eyes at her sister, who was grinning deviously.

"You think Draco…my son…is in love…with Harry Potter?"

Andromeda nodded.

"…" Narcissa blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Cissa, I said 'I think', not 'I know'. If I knew I wouldn't be asking for your help. I just thought that you would know the way your own son swings, so – "

"I do know! He's bi, if you must know." Narcissa resisted, with great difficulty, the urge to imitate Draco from lunch yesterday and stick out her tongue. Andromeda's grin grew larger and Narcissa began having a fear for her son.

"What are you planning, Andii?"

"Well…apparently neither boy is too sure about it. But I know from Tonks who got it from Remus who got it from Sirius who got it from Harry himself that he's gay. So, if Draco is bi, and they like each other, than we need to get them together!"

Narcissa raised an elegant eyebrow. "…Need?"

Andromeda sighed. "If you have to know, I'm terribly bored and playing matchmaker is a strange hobby of mine. Now leave me and my now un-boredom-ness in peace to plot if you're not going to help."

"Very well," sighed Narcissa, "it is my son you're plotting to do evil to, so I may as well help."

"'Atta girl!" cheered Andromeda, laughing as she and her sister began plotting Operation: Lovebirds.

Remus sighed exasperatedly, but smiled lovingly down at the tiny black puppy nestled in his arms. Sirius' pink tongue hung out, his head cocked to one side, his ears flopping this way and that.

"Don't play innocent with me, Black," chuckled Remus, ruffling the dog's head. "I had a whole entire hamburger on that table when I went to the bathroom and now you're sitting in front of me with sesame seeds in your fur."

Sirius barked happily and licked Remus's nose before squirming out of Remus' grasp to go play with the extra tinsel from the decoration of the castle. Remus smiled at him.

He had grown up with only his friends for stability, his family all avoiding him for what he was. Sirius had been the one to find out, been the one to suggest Animagi, the one who had gotten it first through sheer willpower. All for Remus. And he loved him.

But as more than a friend.

But what about Sirius? He was a line, while Remus was a circle: straight and …not so straight. Sirius was always the ladies' man, even now.

So Remus, with his premature grayness, laugh lines around his eyes, wearing glasses, and very skinny, had absolutely no chance with Sirius. He had no chance with any gay guy, even. So it was completely out of the question that Sirius would return the feelings.

Remus sighed as he saw Sirius sitting there, confused, tinsel wrapped tightly around him. Remus wove it off gently before turning back to his essays.

Draco sat on the window seat in the middle of the third floor corridor, staring out into the snow-cloud darkened sky. Little white flakes were already coming down lightly upon the already-snow laden grounds. Prosper mewed and pawed at the window, shying away as his paw came into contact with the freezing glass.

He leaped onto Draco's lap, gently playing with the ties on his jacket. Grinning, Draco dangled them over the cat's head, while the feline playfully pawed at them.

"Talentless," teased Draco lightly, scratching Prosper behind the left ear. It was becoming an odd habit of his.

The cat loved it, though, and purred loudly and satisfactorily, ignoring the playful jab at his Quidditch skills. Draco laughed as the cat yawned and stretched up to play with Draco's white-blond bangs.

He stared thoughtfully at the cat.

Will he even remember this afterward? Will he consider us friends? Or will we be back in our roles? Can we ever be something more than friends?

I want to be something more.

Does he?

A gentle nip on his ear brought him back to the real world. He grinned at the cat. "Hungry?"

Prosper nodded and leapt down to the floor and headed towards the Great Hall, Draco close behind.

"Okay. So, Cissa, you know what you have to do?"

Narcissa nodded. It was her job to get Draco and Prosper to fall asleep in the same relatively close space and stay that way until Prosper/Harry transformed back.

"And I'm going to make sure they do SOMETHING. Talking is good, it's progress…blushing is VERY good."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. Her sister was an idiot. But a loveable idiot.

Remus sighed as Sirius splashed around in what had once been Remus's pumpkin juice. Now it was an orange doggie puddle to play in. Sigh. He had wanted that juice too.

"Remus?"

"Oh, hey Tonks."

"…That's Sirius, huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"…You're in love with him."

"W-what? No, of course not."

"You're a crappy liar, Remus."

"Damn."

"So you DO fancy him!"

"Yes, NYMPHADORA, I do."

"Don't call me that, Remus John Lupin."

"Whatever."

"You did not just stick your tongue out at me."

"I believe, dear NYMPHADORA, that I did."

"GARGH!"

Remus squeaked in shock as Tonks tackled him, shooting curses left and right. "Take it easy!"

"NEVAAAA!"

Remus decided that next time he insulted Tonks, she would be well away from her wand.

Draco yawned as he sat next to his mother on the sofa in front of the Slytherin common room fire.

"Tired?" she asked. He nodded in mid-yawn.

"Why don't you sleep down here on the sofa?" she suggested quietly.

"Okay. Night, Mum."

"Night, hon."

She laid a quick kiss on his table, transferred Prosper so that the cat's back was against the sofa, his feet against Draco's chest, and walked away to report to Andromeda.

DECEMBER 25, 7:00 A.M.
Draco yawned. He looked down to see silky, if messy, black hair. Smiling gently, he ran a hand through it and closed his eyes.

Then it registered. Hair, not fur. Hair, not fur. Oh crap.

His eyes snapped open and he would have fallen off the couch, had Harry's arm not been looped around his waist. The Gryffindor boy, slightly smaller than Draco, snuggled up closer to him. Draco blushed and tried to get away again.

Harry's big emerald eyes fluttered open and stared straight into Draco's silver one. The Slytherin Prince froze.

"Draco?"

A/N So close to the end! Well, we're past the three hundred mark with reviews! (does happy dance)