Disclaimer: JKR owns all HP characters and settings etc. They are not my dollies, I simply stole them and played with them for a short while. Only the plot belongs to me.
Rated: M for language and some sexual situations.
Warnings: There will be slash/ malexmale/ yaoi/ whatever you want to call it. Basically, if you are a homophobe, I don't advise reading this story. Also, for some, there may be unbearable amounts of fluffy relationship stuff that may induce vomiting and/or blindness. Have a nice day.

Post-DH but NOT epilogue compliant. There may be some spoilers.

You can all now do the official Harry-and-Draco-Forever happy dance... =D

Enjoy!

The next couple of weeks were awkward between Harry and Draco. They had not had a chance to talk properly since the incident while they were playing, and were doing their best to avoid each other out of sheer embarrassment. Falling back into their old routine of rising as early as possible and returning to their room as late as they could, they talked very little and the others just presumed they'd had another fight; it wasn't uncommon afterall.

Harry discovered that it was himself who rose the earliest and returned to the room last, this time around. He needed the time to think things over in his currently, very confused, state of mind. Clearly, he had wanted to kiss Draco, judging from the way the scene now kept playing out in his recurring dreams about the other boy. But that would make him… And he wasn't. Definitely not. He had tried replacing Draco in their little encounter with another boy; and was still disgusted by it. But, he still failed to get the same reaction from his body when he replaced Draco with a girl.

Harry couldn't understand it. He wasn't gay, but he wasn't exactly straight either. He had to eventually admit that Draco, and only Draco could get him thoroughly aroused. Which wasn't really so bad. Was it? What was so bad about liking Draco? He was smart, good-looking and he was good fun to be with. It only posed one problem. Unless Draco felt the same way… He was stuck living an asexual life because nobody else could measure up to the perfection that was Draco Malfoy.

The Christmas holidays were approaching and the castle was decorated in its usual festive manner; the twelve trees were put up and adorned appropriately, enchanted snow decorated the windows, holly wreaths were hung on classroom doors and the suits of armour were bewitched to sing carols whenever anyone walked past them during daylight hours.

In celebration, another Hogsmeade weekend had been announced so students could do their Christmas shopping. Wrapped up in gloves, scarves and hats, holding their cloaks closely around them, Harry, Ron and Hermione ventured out into the bitter cold and snow to see what they could find in the way of gifts this year. Having missed Christmas last year, Harry was determined to make this one something to remember. They split up in order to buy presents for each other, agreeing to meet in the Three Broomsticks an hour later.

Forty-five minutes later, Harry had finished except for one all-important present. He badly wanted to buy something for Draco, but what do you buy the boy who has everything? He sighed and trudged through the snow slowly, rubbing his gloveless hands together in an effort to warm them and looking around until something in one of the shop windows caught his eye. He stared at it thoughtfully, before heading inside. He picked up the black scarf, feeling how soft it was. That wasn't his main interest, however. Stitched into one of the corners was a tiny, silver, fire breathing dragon. Harry smiled to himself. It was perfect.

With his purchases tucked safely under his cloak, Harry made his way back to the Three Broomsticks where he met up with Ron, Hermione and few others for a Christmas drink, a small smile ever-present on his face.

-x-

The last day of term was as busy and hectic as ever. Everywhere students were running around, trying to find and gather together the last of their possessions for the train ride home. Harry's trunk was packed and ready, so he was helping Ron and Hermione look for Crookshanks again, the little ginger demon knew he was going to be shoved into his small wicker basket for an untold number of hours, and he didn't want to be.

Two hours and several painful scratches later, Crookshanks was packed safely away and Harry was free to return to his room. It was early evening and Harry debated going straight to the Great Hall to await the beginning of the feast to avoid going into his room and possibly coming face-to-awkward-face with Draco, but decided against it. Pushing the door open cautiously, he was a little disappointed to see that Draco was not there. Walking over to his bed, he noticed a small package lying there addressed to him in what was, unmistakably, Draco's neat handwriting. Harry looked around for the blond as he picked it up curiously. It was fairly light and flexible; Harry assumed there was an item of clothing inside. Carefully tearing open the paper, he pulled out a pair of scarlet and gold striped gloves. There was a note pinned to them.

Your hands looked cold today. I thought you might need these. Merry Christmas.

Draco

Harry smiled as he read Draco's note. When had he seen him? He hoped it wasn't when he was buying the scarf. He wanted that to be a surprise. There was a knock at the door and Harry put down the gloves and went to open it, still amazed at how thoughtful Draco was.

"Hi Harry," Hermione smiled brightly at him, her hand clasped in Ron's.

"Coming down to the feast, mate? I'm starving." Ron's statement was backed by his stomach as it gave a loud rumble. He grinned and patted it with his free hand.

Harry laughed and nodded, becoming aware of how hungry he was himself. They walked down to the feast together laughing and joking like the old friends they were.

As they ate and drank merrily with the others, Harry's attention – as it usually did nowadays – began to wander over to Draco. He was sitting a little stiffly and Harry knew that he tensed when he sensed those green eyes on him. Occasionally, he could feel Draco's grey eyes fall on to himself, so he knew that the blond was having as hard a time concentrating on the festivities as he was. When he eventually caught Draco's eye halfway through the meal, he gave him a meaningful look; trying to convey to him that he had received the gloves and was grateful. Draco's cheeks turned a darker shade of their usual pale and he inclined his head towards Harry, giving him a small smile and a look that read 'we need to talk', both of which went unnoticed by anyone else at the table.

At the end of the feast, Headmistress McGonagall wished them a Merry Christmas and sent the, once again, full and sleepy students off to bed. Harry ambled slowly in the corridor, apprehensive about his looming encounter with Draco. He watched Ron and Hermione stumble slightly drunkenly – there had been firewhisky at the feast for those old enough to drink it – into their room and smiled at little at thought of the 'after-dark' activities they were bound to get up to behind closed doors; he hadn't missed Ron not-so-subtly sliding his hand up Hermione's thigh under the table while they were eating.

He sighed and pushed open the door to the room he shared with Draco, to be met by said blond sitting on his bed and trying to look composed. He smiled nervously and shut the door behind him, his brain already taking in the features of Draco that made his heart speed up and his cheeks flush slightly. "Hey…" He said, rather eloquently he thought, given the fact that his tongue had glued itself to the roof of his mouth.

"Hey."

"I umm… I got the gloves. They're really great. Thankyou."

Draco smiled at him, his face a little white with nerves. "You're welcome."

Harry pulled out the package he had purposely left out of his trunk and handed it to Draco. "I uhh… I got you something to. It's not much but…" His voice tailed off as Draco accepted the package. "You can open it now if you want."

The blond nodded and neatly unwrapped the scarf, letting it run through his fingers. He spotted the silver dragon and smiled up at Harry. "It's perfect."

Harry returned the smile, unsure of what to say next as his gaze dropped to his feet.

"Harry… I got you something else too… It's a little difficult to wrap, so you'll have to forgive me."

Harry blinked as Draco stood and moved slowly into his space. The blond raised his wand and pointed it at the ceiling above them, where a sprig of mistletoe instantly blossomed. He lowered his arm and leaned closer until their faces were inches apart, whispering, "Merry Christmas, Harry." And closed the distance between their lips.

Harry's world exploded as Draco's lips gently caressed his own. He kissed back as best as he could, a dull thought somewhere in back of his brain wondered if he was good enough at this for Draco just before it was swept away by a graceful brush of soft lips against his own; and judging from the arm that swept around his waist, pulling him against a firm chest, and the hand that was tangled in his hair, Draco was just fine with his technique. Harry let his own arms wrap around Draco, clutching at the fabric at the back of his robes as his senses were overwhelmed by the feel, taste and scent of the boy he was kissing. He tilted his chin up a little and parted his lips just slightly as he felt Draco's tongue running lightly along the bottom one. The blond seized his chance and dipped his tongue into the wet cavern, mapping it out as his own moan mingled with Harry's in their mouths as the shorter boy tentatively let his tongue glide over Draco's.

When air became a necessity, they broke the fervent kiss but remained locked in each other's embrace as Draco rested his heated forehead against Harry's scarred one, both boys panting for breath. It was Harry who finally broke the peaceful silence that rested over them. "I don't think I have anything else to give you in return." He opened his eyes and blinked at Draco, a small smile spreading over his swollen lips.

Draco looked back at him and chuckled softly, his breath brushing across Harry's flushed cheeks. "How about more kisses like this?"

Harry nodded as he rested his head more securely against Draco's. "I'd like that."

They spent the remainder of the evening in each other's arms, shyly ghosting their fingers through each other's hair and placing tender kisses on one another's lips and neck. They talked like had done in the past, but this was much more intimate as Harry sat curled up next to Draco in one of the armchairs by the dying fire, the blond's cheek resting on top of his head as a hand wrapped around his waist, gently holding him close.

When the time came that they could both barely keep their eyes open, they changed into their pyjamas and Draco cautiously ushered Harry closer. They spent the night wrapped in each other's arms under Draco's deep green blankets; Harry's head tucked securely under Draco's chin as they slept.