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.

Okay, there's fluff in the beginning; and a little bit of separation angst towards the end :(

Harry woke the next morning with an odd feeling of pure contentment washing over him and a blissful warmth draped over his back; snaking around his waist. He smiled peacefully and shuffled back into the heat, but stiffened when the body it was emanating from moved forward to meet him halfway. He relaxed as the memories of what had happened the night before came flooding back, and his smile widened. He turned gently in Draco's arms to face the other boy, warm arms around his waist burning their mark against the exposed skin of his hips, where the T-shirt he slept in had ridden up during the night.

Draco blinked sleepily as Harry looked at him, a slow, tranquil smile gracing his features as he took in the sight of Harry while his brain was pulling him back into consciousness. His blond hair fell softly against his pale cheek and he squeezed the other boy lightly before leaning in and claiming Harry's dark lips for the first time that day in a soft, chaste kiss.

Harry could feel his cheeks becoming tinged with pink; turning them a dusky rose colour as Draco kissed him. He placed his right hand against the blond's firm chest; working his left under the arm Draco still had wrapped around his waist so he could embrace him further, and snuggled closer; pressing their chests together.

Draco lay his head back on the pillow and whispered a soft "Morning Harry…" as he gazed at him appreciatively.

Harry grinned back and settled his own head on the pillows as he mumbled back a sleepy "Morning…"

They lay there for several more minutes, content just to wake up slowly with the other's arms wrapped around them and the scent of the other boy filling their noses. Eventually, they had to concede to the calling of the outside world and reluctantly pulled back the blankets and began to ready themselves to face the day, throwing each other shy glances across the room as they dressed combed their hair; Draco laughing at Harry's failed attempts to make his hair lie flat while Harry marvelled at the blond's ability to look effortlessly perfect.

Neither boy was sure if they should reveal this new… whatever it was between them to the general public just yet, so they agreed to keep it quiet until they were sure what was going on, and if other people would be as accepting as they themselves were. That meant that they couldn't walk down to the Thestral-drawn carriages that would take them down to the platform hand-in-hand, nor could they snuggle closely together in their compartment on the train. Harry didn't regret what he was doing with Draco, so far it had been one of the best decisions he'd ever made in his life, and he'd been kissing the boy for less than a day. No, what Harry regretted was the timing. Why hadn't he just given in to his instincts and pounced on Draco when he'd first started having those dreams about him? The blond had informed him that the very same day Harry had smelled Draco in the Amortentia, Draco had inhaled the scent of Harry in the potion's fumes. So the chances were, if Harry had pounced… He wouldn't have been rejected. But he had waited until Draco had made the first move. And now, just when they had finally revealed their feelings to one another; Harry and Draco would be separated for three whole weeks over the Christmas holidays. He cursed Fate's lousy timing and sighed deeply.

Draco looked up from across the room at Harry's sigh. "Harry? You okay?"

The other boy looked back at him, his green eyes swirling with a sad irritation. "Yeah… Just, gonna miss you over the holidays…" Harry could feel the blush rising in his cheeks as he admitted this thought to Draco. The blond smiled and swept across the room to slip his arms around Harry's waist again, letting him rest his forehead against his chest once more. He dipped his head and murmured into Harry's ear, "Write to me over the break? I'll miss you just as much as you'll miss me."

Harry nodded and lifted his head from Draco's body, reaching up to kiss him soundly.

When they broke apart, Draco looked at Harry with a soft regret in his eyes. "Come on; we'd better get going." Harry looked down at their intertwined fingers for the last time for three whole weeks. "Yeah, I guess we'd better."

They stepped out of their room and walked lazily in unison down to the front doors where they met Ron and Hermione already in line waiting to be sent down to a carriage. The couple joined them and they spent the journey to the platform as a slightly uncomfortable – Ron still didn't trust Draco completely, and Hermione wasn't exactly one hundred percent over her natural defensiveness around him – group of four. When they finally boarded the train, they joined a compartment already occupied by Luna and Neville and the six of them sat quietly; playing a few games of exploding snap and chatting about their plans for the holidays – Draco would be spending them with his parents, Ron and Hermione would be staying at The Burrow with Harry joining them from Grimmauld Place on Christmas Day and Luna and her father had been invited to spend Christmas with Neville and his family.

For Harry, the train ride was nearly unbearable, and he assumed it would be the same for Draco. He itched to sit closer to the blond; to brush their hands together surreptitiously, maybe even rest his hand on that toned thigh for a few moments, or perhaps just launch himself at the other and claim those still slightly swollen lips with his own. But he couldn't. Not without attracting a lot of unwanted attention and prompting even more confusing questions from his friends. If he wanted what he had with Draco to last, he had to keep it quiet for now.

After several long, torturous hours during which all Harry and Draco exchanged were stolen glances and friendly conversation, they finally reached their destination of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Collecting together their luggage and wishing the group a "Merry Christmas", Harry and Draco were the last to leave the compartment; staying behind just a little longer than necessary to exchange a heated glance that conveyed both boys' regret that they would be separated for almost a month. They didn't dare risk once last kiss as there were too many people walking down the corridor to disembark the train, but the look in each other's eyes let both of them know they desperately wanted to.

Walking down the corridor with Draco as they dragged their trunks along with them, and knowing that at the end of their short journey he wouldn't see the other boy again, almost made Harry seriously contemplate barricading himself and the blond in one of the compartments and refusing to come out.

Stepping out on to the platform, he brushed against Draco and clasped his free hand in his own – squeezing lightly - for a mere second before dragging his trunk over to where Ron and Hermione stood waiting for him. Turning on the spot; the three of them apparated to their respective homes for the holidays; Harry straining to catch one last glimpse of Draco meeting with the tiny house elf that had been sent to escort him home from the station; before he disappeared to Grimmauld Place.