== Mistletoe ==

It was everywhere, hanging so innocently, but if you were to look closer you'd notice the magical gleam that promised it would up hold its tradition. He blamed the twins for creating it so many years ago and also Tom who had found them so entertaining their first Christmas when Lucius and Neville had been caught by one of the green tuffs. Since then it had been tradition to hang the darn things anywhere they could.

Harry had learned to avoid them like the devil. Maybe it was because he didn't care to watch his boyfriends be caught under them with anyone that wasn't him or one of themselves or perhaps it was the fact that both Weasley twins had made it their goal every year to trick him under it them included. Either way Harry made it his goal to stay as far as well. The only times he dared to go near those things accompanied was with either Tom or Draco near by.

This year was no different. He sat sprawled out on one of the couches, his head comfortably in Luna's lap as she ran her fingers through his hair. It was the yearly Christmas party of the Malfoy's and Harry was taking the time to relax, his eyes occasionally finding Draco or Tom out amongst the guests talking to many important people as well as their friends. It wasn't abnormal at all. He'd become use to the parties that were normally held by Draco's parents and now by Draco himself. They held political advantages and Harry knew above all else that Draco and Tom enjoyed the power they held of the government. Especially since the current Minister of Magic was Draco's own father Lucius.

Harry enjoyed staying off to the side during these parties. Sure he made sure to act like the perfect host that was expected of one engaged to a Malfoy, but he could've cared less. He'd learned a long time ago how he wanted nothing to do with politics. All he had ever wanted was to live his life with those he loved, even if it had meant giving up magic and going back to the muggle world again. But he hadn't gone to the muggle world. Instead he had learned of the lies that Dumbledore and the Weasley's had wrapped around him since he'd come to Hogwarts and he had found two people he couldn't think of ever living without. Things were much happier for him and he'd never give it up.

Silent humming of Carol of the Bells reached his ears from above. Blinking he tilted his head to glance up at Luna. Her hands were still in his hair, but her eyes merely flicked down to meet his before continuing to watch something else in the crowd. Slowly he moved his head so his eyes could follow where she looked and he couldn't help but smile at the sight before him.

It seemed one of the mistletoes had managed to catch both his lovers as they had ventured about. Draco had given an annoyed glance up at the green leaves but that was all he showed of his thoughts of the magical decoration before focusing on the dark haired man with him. Harry could see as both of their eyes light with the same love they cast upon him whenever they saw each other. He knew his own face was showing the love and devotion that was only reserved for his two beaus as he continued to watch them. He watched as Tom tiled Draco's face up with a smile on his lips, one returned by Draco before leaning forward and catching those lips in a soft kiss.

It melted his soul to see the two men like this. It was rare for the two to show such public displays of affection besides the times Harry managed to swindle out of them. So it was no wonder he felt the beginnings of anger and possessiveness when his eyes caught some of the leering looks from their guests aimed at his beaus.

Luna's humming was all he could hear as his eyes narrowed on the guests before he was pushing himself up from her lap. He barely noticed that he had moved from his place at all, let alone that he was making his way towards his two lovers, growling at anyone nearby. He didn't even realize what he was doing when the eyes of both Draco and Tom widened in surprise as they were grabbed by their shirts and kissed aggressively one after the other. What he did notice consciously, though only a split second later, was the way he had said 'MINE' with such a deadly glare that the other guests finally looked away from the group of three men.

His grip on their shirts changed and quickly he was embracing them both tightly, his face buried against their shoulders. He could feel Tom's hand running through his hair and the way Draco kissed him so lightly on the cheek before nuzzling it, as well as two sets of arms tightening around him. "I hate mistletoe," he managed to finally mumble, not caring about politics or looking weak. Nor did he care how possessive he had just been. He simply thought of how he hated the way people leered at his lovers. They were his and again the mumbled words of 'mine' were whispered unconsciously.

"Yours," he heard Draco mumble back softly.

"Ours," was Tom's reply as he kissed him on the forehead.

God how he hated to share these two and by Merlin he was going to enjoy burning every single one of those mistletoes in the house once the stupid party was over. Of course, he thought mildly as he caught sight of the elder Malfoy talking away with Snape, he might just save one of them. After all, he might've hated sharing, but he did enjoy a few good pranks.