Tell Me It's Christmas

It was a glorious splash of nostalgia, honestly, to be strolling through the streets of Hogsmeade bundled up in a warm, woolen scarf and a heavy coat. Draco's hands were devoid of gloves and were tucked tightly in his coat pockets, clenched tight against the blistering cold. Soft flakes fell from the sky and continued to rest on various objects, covering things up with a calm, white blanket of snow. His boots left deep tracks in the snow as he tried his best not to drag, not wanting his shoes to receive any more melting snow than they already had.

Harry was walking next to him, dressed similarly except for the ridiculously not-matching hat on his head, and he wore a thick jacket instead. They were silent, but it wasn't uncomfortable. They had both been hit by the reminiscing feelings.

It had started that morning when they woke up, realizing that they were both free that day and hadn't planned anything to do. Due to the winter holidays, both Draco and Harry were on vacation for the next few days, resulting in two bewildered men wondering what they were supposed to do with their sudden free time. Eventually, Harry dropped the suggestion of maybe going down to Hogsmeade to grab a pint and maybe go window shopping. Draco, who found the idea extremely old-person-y and slightly pointless, agreed without an argument.

That's where the afternoon found them, after Harry was able to drag the blonde away from the bathroom mirror. Trudging slowly down the street, trying to keep warm, and looking around. It was Draco who broke the silence first.

"I swear, was the town really this small when we were students?" He asked out of nowhere, looking around aimlessly as Harry dragged his attention back to his partner.

The brunet raised an eyebrow, eyes slowly alighting in amusement as he kicked snow as he walked. "I think so. Then again, when we were kids, this town seemed massive. Lots of places to go, lots of things to do…" He trailed off, remembering back to the times spent with his friends here in these very streets. He thought back to his first trip out, glad to have the form signed. Then various ones afterwards where he and his friends messed around. Then after that, when Harry pulled Draco out to his very first date here in Hogsmeade. Now they were here. Alumni, but not old. Not yet.

They lapsed into warm silence again and as they passed a sleepy group of houses next to a church. An open hill was next to that, and Harry steered them in that direction. Draco quirked a brow, but didn't question. The duo trudged to the top of the small hill where they stopped, overlooking the town of Hogsmeade. It was the winter holidays, so all the students were home or in the castle. Most of the townspeople had stayed indoors, but there were a few scurrying around for last minute shopping.

"Well," said Draco drily, after another few seconds of silence. "We made it to Hogsmeade, we got the pint, and we window shopped enough for even myself to start wanting to buy a few things, and that's an accomplishment on its own." The blond spoke but without a bite, letting Harry know he was speaking with amusement. "What's the plan now?"

Harry turned his head to regard him with equally bemused green eyes. "I don't know, what would you like to do?"

Draco in turn gave Harry a scathing look. "I don't know," he answered dubiously. "I was assuming you had a plan for the entire day." He said accusingly.

Laughing, Harry moved forward to sling his arms around Draco, pulling him close. "We don't need to plan out every single second of our days, you know." He said with a snort, shaking his head. "It's good to do with a little something new here and there."

"I know that," Draco protested, trying to wriggle out of Harry's arms but finding himself stuck, he sighed. "I just meant that since we have the day off, I figured we'd-Shit, HARRY!"

Suddenly, Draco found himself being pushed backwards with quite strong hands, falling ungracefully on his bum in the cold snow, shock written all over his face, quickly morphing into slight anger as he stared at the man who had literally shoved him backwards. He opened his mouth, intending to yell at him, when his eyes widened and he braced himself for the sight of Harry falling down right after him, green eyes glinting and arms out. With an 'OOF' from both of them, Draco found himself pinned down to the ground with a warm weight on top of him. Opening his eyes, he saw green.

"…And what was the point of that?" Draco asked blandly, feeling the cold seep into his back from the snow pushing against him. "I'm going to get wet."

"Sorry not sorry," Harry grinned, pushing his glasses up with one hand before propping himself over Draco with one arm, the other resting on Draco's waist. "I've decided to be spontaneous."

Draco raised both his brows in an unimpressed expression and glanced around at where they were. "So…you took the liberty of knocking me down, crawling on top of me, and assuming that all of this would somehow be romantic or something?"

"It's not necessarily romantic, I was trying to be spontaneous."

Draco snorted. "Alright then. Mission accomplished. Now let me up, my arse is freezing."

Harry simply grinned a bit more, not budging. "No, let your arse freeze. I'll warm it up later." He threw on a cheesy wink at the end of his sentence, and laughed loudly at the sight of Draco's surprised-then-quickly-redden-face.

"Potter, what the hell?" came the slightly embarrassed reply.

"Who said romance was dead?" Harry returned with playfully.

"You said this wasn't about romance!" countered Draco, who was now struggling to push him off, but in vain. Harry was pretty heavy directly on top of him.

"I said nothing of the sort," the brunet said, leaning in closer to get Draco to blink and stop moving. Cold nose pressed against cold nose and despite the freezing temperature, Harry and Draco traded heated breaths that came out in small puffs, landing against each other's skins. "I just said I was trying to be spontaneous. I didn't specifically state whether or not I was trying to be romantic or not. So you would've never known."

Draco simply stared at him, his eyes threatening to go cross eyed due to the extremely close proximity of Harry. It was official now, his back was completely soaking. But that was okay, Harry's warm front was enough for compensation. "Is your logic usually this skewed and hard to make sense of?"

"Yes, you're aware of this." Harry chuckled, looking down at Draco's flushed cheeks due to the weather and leaned in to give him a chaste yet sweet kiss on his chapped lips. He pulled back and grinned, getting up off of his lover and pulling him up to stand with him. Promptly, he began brushing off the snow from both of their coats. Draco softly muttered about having to buy a new coat, and Harry snickered and told him to stop being over dramatic. "Shall we go find something to eat, then?" he asked, reaching out to intertwine his and Draco's fingers together.

The blond gave him an incredulous look. "It's 4 in the afternoon. Too late for lunch and too early for dinner."

Harry laughed for the umpteenth time that afternoon, simply giddy at the aspect of spending this completely free day with Draco. "You obviously have never indulged in 'heavy snacking between meals' then."

"Heavy snacking…?" came the wary response, as he was tugged down the hill.

"Come on, I know a fantastic restaurant I used to go to on some weekdays just on that street…"