A snowball impacted with the back of his head, cutting off his answer to Colin's question. He turned around, seeing Draco smirking at him and twirling his wand. A glint entered his eyes, and he excused himself from Colin, already cursing the snow to form into harshly packed balls. They returned to Severus' study two hours later to accost the man with wet hugs. He cursed them into the bathroom, yelling about idiocy and fevers. Both boys laughed but obeyed, kissing their way into the shower.

o.O.o

After Draco returned from dinner with his mother, it was no effort to allow Harry to draw him into a slow kiss or for him to lose himself in the languid sex of Harry's love, the way they used to before Severus. He certainly didn't mind when Severus joined later to give him an upside down kiss while Harry sucked on his cock, hollowing his cheeks with a lazy look in his blown eyes. And after, while Harry massaged his feet and Severus stroked his hair, he could honestly say that Narcissa's madness and the way she addressed the empty seat at the head of the table didn't rip out his chest like it had before.

o.O.o

Draco rolled over onto his stomach. Tomorrow was the last day of winter break. Tomorrow, Harry would have to return to Gryffindor Tower. No one would question his own absence from bed, but tumbling in Severus' sheets would not be the same with one of them missing.

Both Harry and Severus were still awake. Severus was reading a journal, his hand playing in Harry's hair while the boy closed his eyes, content beneath the petting.

"What's your best memory?" Draco asked suddenly.

Used to his abrupt, most often inane questions, Harry let out a hum, his eyes still closed.

"A single memory? Probably when Sirius told me I could live with him."

Severus' fingers stopped and he looked down. Harry remained relaxed, stroking Severus' thigh with one finger.

"Severus?" Draco asked, completing bowling over the awkwardness, as he was wont.

He huffed, returning to his petting and reading. "When I graduated."

Draco made a face but continued anyway. "Mine's when you kissed us both in your classroom."

Harry smiled, his eyes still closed. "That'd be my best memory too if I wasn't so shocked at the time."

Severus made a sound of agreement above him. "That or the first time my cock went up your virgin arse."

"Raunchy bastard," Harry sniffed.

"Hey, Harry," Draco asked. "Have you ever slept with anyone besides us?"

Severus looked down, curious as well.

"No," Harry said, pulling his pillow closer. "I was a tad preoccupied with all the professors trying to off me and some little bastard flinging curses at me in the halls."

"So I was your first?"

Harry opened his eyes. The green shards were molten and unreadable.

"Yes, Draco. You were the first person I ever had sex with."

Draco gave a self-satisfied grin and rested his cheek on the pillow, bending his knees so his feet were in the air.

"Rather good for a virgin."

Harry snorted. They elapsed into silence again, both Slytherins watching him kindly as he tried to fall asleep. Draco, not at all willing to let the night slip into tomorrow, flung himself back onto his back with an irritated sigh. Severus and Harry both gave a grunt. They knew that sigh. That sigh meant that Draco was not going to let either of them get to sleep.

"What's your worst memory?" he said after a long moment.

Harry stiffened and leaned up on his elbows. "Draco, I don't think-"

"Mine's when I was nine," he said over him. "Father and Mother brought me to Paris and forgot about me in the middle of the market. I spent the entire time crying, hiding beside a trashcan. Dobby found me when Mother told him to fetch me for supper."

"Draco-" Harry tried again.

"Lily," Severus said, startling him. He had put the journal aside. "When I called her a mudblood."

Harry flopped back on his face with a sigh. Well, if Severus could say it, then he supposed he could as well. He opened his mouth, "Sirius" on the tip of his tongue, but stopped. Neither of them had said anything about the war, he noticed, and he was sure both of them had seen much more horrible atrocities under Voldemort's reign.

"Actually," he said, the surprise evident in his voice. "It was Christmas." He smiled, pressing his cheek to Severus' thigh.

That he even remembered something so far back.

He'd had to shovel the driveway, and it had taken all day, it was so hard packed. His fingers were frostbitten, and all his limbs ached with effort. But he'd finished. He'd spent the morning making breakfast he couldn't eat and watching Dudley open presents while he had none, but he was finished. At least the inside was warm, and maybe he could snitch the leftover ham.

"They'd locked the door," he remembered.

When he tried to go inside, they had locked the door. They were watching the telly together. He'd knocked on the window and was sure that they simply hadn't heard him. Eventually, his aunt got up. He had run to the door, hopping to keep warm. But she didn't open it. She'd closed the curtains.

"They left me out there all night."

On Christmas. And he'd never expected warmth in that house again.

A hand moved his jaw. He was a little startled when Severus guided him into a kiss, but he sighed into it, making languid movements with his tongue. Draco's hand stroked his flank, pushing up the side of his t-shirt. When Severus pulled away, cradling his face with long fingers, Harry smiled. He relaxed back into Draco's chest, and the boy immediately embraced him.

He had not known emotions like this existed, that he could feel so incredibly comfortable in someone else's grip. He wondered if this was how Draco felt after returning from dinner with his mother, comfort outweighing cruelty.

He put a hand on Severus' jaw, his eyes thick with enough tar to kill a species.

"Ssssssshehhhuhethhhhhhhssssssshahhhajsheehhhhahhhssssssharaaaam."

"What was that?" Draco said in a startled voice behind him.

Harry smiled and didn't answer, burrowing close to Severus' chest.

You without hunter, the darkness of you burns. I would stay forever in such a warm place. You make me safe.