Harry woke up with a yawn. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at the beautiful sight lying next to him. His blond hair was tousled by sleep and Harry loved how it fell across his forehead. It was a very amazing Christmas gift, having his boyfriend lying naked next to him and still sleeping peacefully. He decided to wait until Draco woke up, so he rests his head back on the pillows and gazed at the handsome man lying next to him.

Eventually, Harry got bored of waiting, even though staring at Draco took away the boredom for a while. He leaned over and kissed the sleeping Draco on the lips. It took only a couple of seconds until soft lips kissed him back and he slowly smiled.

He brought his hands up to Draco's face and cupped his chin, he swung his leg over Draco's side and pushed him down, so he lay on top of him. Draco let out a soft "mmm" as he kissed Harry back sleepily. He ran his hands slowly down Harry's chest and down his stomach. "If you do that again, I'm afraid we'll have to shag once more."

Harry chuckled and ran his hands up to Draco's hair, pulling at the locks slightly. "Merry Christmas, Draco." He cannot believe it. It's nearly their first year anniversary. Just a few more days and he'll have to get Draco something.

"Merry Christmas, Harry," Draco responded with a tired smile. It was finally his first-ever Christmas with Harry but celebrating it as a couple. "Thank you for that Christmas gift."

Harry leaned down for another quick kiss; he feels quite... clingy this morning like he could stick to Draco for a long time. He will keep giving these little Christmas kisses all day. "You're welcome," he replies. "But, there's more."

"Mm? More? Surely you aren't going to let me shag you again, right?" Draco asked placidly with a smirk even though he would love to make love with Harry again. Or if Harry makes love to him.

Harry smiled and shook his head. He didn't want to lose any of his energy, even though it'd be worth it as he'd have Draco either in him or he'll be in Draco. Both are magnificent options though. "I could do that tonight, perhaps."

Draco grinned at the thought of having sex again. "I'd like that."

Harry rolled off Draco and sat up on the bed. He is excited to see what he would get for Christmas. Draco sat up too, stared deeply into shining emeralds, reached his hands back towards the end of his pillow and grabbed Harry's glasses. He slid Harry's glasses back on his nose and kissed him. Harry pushed Draco back down on the pillows with a smirk and hopped off the bed, leaving a disappointed blonde Slytherin lying on the bed who just wanted some love.

Harry laughed quietly and sighed happily as this couldn't be the most perfect Christmas he'd ever have. He knows he'd usually spend it with the Weasley's at the Burrow but being here at Malfoy manor was something he'll cherish for the rest of his life and hopefully, this won't be his last Christmas here. He headed around to the front of the bed and opened his trunk to grab his clothes and get dressed.

Draco just stared at his half-naked boyfriend as he sat up. He was just so happy that the butterflies helped Harry with his self-harming problem, but he knew Harry still had the urge, it was just so easy to see. Even before Harry was taken away from school after the vision, he could see the Gryffindor digging his nails into his palms and sometimes even his thighs. It was worrying, so very worrying but Draco knew Harry was the only one who could heal himself.

Draco got off the bed, silently crept up behind Harry, placed a kiss on the crook of the Gryffindor's neck and snaked his arms around his stomach from behind. Harry tilted his head backwards, looked up at his Slytherin boyfriend and smiled sweetly. The Slytherin was still naked, to his amusement.

As they got dressed into nice and warm clothes, they headed down to the lounge room to where they found Narcissa sitting down beside the Christmas tree with a cup of tea and Lucius sitting on his armchair staring curiously at the presents like he's never seen presents before.

"Morning mother, father," Draco said with a yawn, smiling at the presents. But his attention focused on his mother who surprisingly wore a red and green Christmas sweater with the words 'Merry Christmas' in cursive white letters and green and red checked pyjama pants that Draco swore he's never ever seen his own mother wear. He had to admit that his own mother did indeed have style, even if that type of style wasn't her own. He's used to seeing her in long dressing gowns. And of course, boring as his father always is, Lucius wore his plain grey dressing gown with fuzzy grey slippers.

"Morning, Narcissa and Lucius," Harry greeted while beaming at the presents under the tree. There were so many presents! "I hope we didn't keep you waiting long."

"Oh, not at all, Harry," Narcissa assured him whilst placing her cup of coffee on the black coffee table on the other side of her. A Christmas with her whole family and Harry really excited her. It's just been too long since there was a Malfoy family Christmas together.

Lucius smirked at the two boys. He remembered the unfortunate events he stumbled in on last night. "Come sit."

Harry pulled Draco over to the Christmas tree and sat down beside Narcissa. He leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and wrapped his arms around the blonde Slytherin wizards' sides. Draco smiled down at his clingy boyfriend and remembered how clingy he was to Harry after they shagged at school.

Lucius blankly looked back at the Christmas trees with presents. It's been quite a while, he knows. Narcissa grabbed a small present, looked at the receiver's name and gave it to Draco.

Draco crawled forward out of Harry's loving embrace and grabbed the silver present from Narcissa. "To Draco: From Harry," he read. He smiled sweetly at Harry and kissed his cheek. He unwrapped the small present and held the snow globe up, admiring the little pieces of snow falling down over the Hogwarts castle. "It's beautiful, Harry. I've never gotten anything quite like this."

"You are so welcome, Draco." Harry kept the smile on his face as Narcissa gave Harry a red and green present. He opened the present with a chuckle. He took out the little containers with black lids and read the description. He hasn't had Peanut Butter in ages. He loves it. How did Draco know? The last time he had Peanut Butter was when he was 13. The Dursley's had a whole tub of it. "Peanut Butter Samples? Merlin's beard!" He looked up at Draco with surprise. "I love this!" He gave Draco a quick kiss and slid his hands back around Draco's waist to where they originally were. "Draco, I love you." Another kiss. "You are just...the best boyfriend ever."

Draco smiled and kissed Harry back. He was glad his present to Harry was fruitful. He was glad Ron and Hermione told him how much Harry likes Peanut Butter. "I love you too, Harry."

Narcissa gave Lucius a silver and green wrapped present with a giggle. Lucius smiled at the present and tore it open, to find a shoebox. He opened the lid and stared down at a pair of dark green Linea Platino high heeled shoes. "Alright, who got me the shoes I've always wanted?" Harry and Draco sniggered together and Lucius glared over at the two snickering boys. "Which one of you brought me these magnificent high heeled shoes?"

Draco pointed his finger at Harry with a smirk. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco and gave him a look to say, We were supposed to exclaim we brought it together. Draco just shrugged innocently, feeling smug and Harry rolls his eyes.

Lucius' smirk twisted into a smile at the Gryffindor. He was impressed with the boy and his gifts. He hadn't even realised the boy had wealth. "Thank you, Harry." Harry nodded with a smile. Lucius took his fuzzy grey slippers off, took one of the high heels out of the box and slipped it on his foot. His smile grew, "Perfect fit."

Narcissa chuckled at the heels her husband got and always wondered where her own red and black pumped heels had gone off to. She opened the golden present to her from Harry. "A muggle Italian and French cooking book?" she said, astonished. "Oh, Harry. You didn't have to. It's amazing! So thoughtful."

Harry smiled at Narcissa, glad his gift amazed her. "It's no problem, Narcissa."

Draco had been given another present. He opened the silver and gold present from Harry, spread the blanket out over himself and chuckled at it. It was literally a giant tortilla blanket. "You got me a burrito tortilla blanket? Really, Harry. You're the best boyfriend ever." He gave Harry a thank you kiss on the cheek.

Harry smiled and leaned forward to whisper into Draco's ear, "You're my tortilla, Draco Malfoy. I'll eat you whenever I want."

Draco felt himself blush deep red and bit his lip from how sexual that sounds. He grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him towards him and started nibbling and kissing on his throat. Harry tried not to moan and instead, he just sighed his pleasure.

Narcissa and Lucius sighed happily at the two. Narcissa sorted out the leftover presents, placing Harry's other presents in front of him and Draco's other presents to the side. She gave Lucius his other five presents, opened the other presents for herself and smiled.

When Draco and Harry finally opened the distance between themselves, they saw more presents in front of them and grinned. Harry opened the rest of his presents, finding a diary/book from Hermione, a brown wallet with fangs from Hagrid, Remus and Sirius gave him a bunch of books on defence spells, Tonks gave him a model of a firebolt, Mr and Mrs Weasley gave him a sweater and a box of mince pies, Dobby gave him a drawing and Ron gave him a big box of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans. Harry immediately put on the sweater from Mrs Weasley and shared the mince pies with Draco.

Narcissa opened her gift from Draco; she was given silver and white earrings with a small Narcissus flower dangling on the end. "Oh, my Dragon," she said with utter surprise and admiration. "These are beautiful!"

"No problem, mother. I knew you would love them," Draco was smiling brightly. He opened the next present from his mother. "A grooming set with a shaver?" he asked, smirking at how much a men's gift it is.

"What?" Narcissa said with a smile. She even laughed in the shop when she saw the grooming set. "You're getting older and will eventually grow facial hair soon. You want to keep your face clean-shaven just like your father."

Draco rolled his eyes and opened the present he knew was from his father. He snorted at what he was seeing, "Black socks with heat charms on them? I've already gotten enough—oh, wait, there's a button." He tapped the small forest green button and it transformed into a black fluffy furball thing with forest green eyes. "The sodding hell is this?" he shrieked.

Harry laughed and collapsed on the floor. He was laughing until it hurts. What kind of present is that? He didn't want to be rude but why would Draco need such a thing?

Lucius snickered at the black fury ball. He knew when he first saw the thing, he just had to get it for his son as a joke. But he'll make sure his son won't get rid of it.

"What?" Draco asked loudly, confused. He doesn't understand why everyone is laughing. "What's so damn funny?"

"It looks like a pygmy puff crossed with a guinea pig and a rabbit," Harry said while holding down his laughter until he couldn't anymore. He looked at Lucius, "Mr Malfoy, I can't believe you got Draco something so cute but also so dark."

Lucius just smiled at his son and Harry. Harry was indeed right; it was a Pygmy Puff. "It's a Pygmy Puff, but also socks. Whenever you want a little pet to play with, just push the button and whenever you want to keep your feet warm, well, yeah..."

Draco poked the black fluff ball with a finger, shrugged and placed it on the floor. The black fluffy ball got up on its small legs and began running around the Christmas tree making a little squeaking noise. Harry just laughed at the Pygmy Puff. Narcissa grinned at it.

Draco grabbed his last gifts and opened them which was from Ivy, Sirius, and surprisingly, Severus Snape. He opened the last gift with a smile. Draco was surprised as he received a present from Mr and Mrs Weasley. He opened it curiously and came across a green sweater with the letter D in the middle. He chuckled and looked over at Harry.

"Well? Put it on!" Harry prodded with excitement while accidentally dropping a small mince pie crumb on the floor. The black Pygmy Puff ran up to the crumb and ate it. Harry didn't know if that was such a good idea to let the Pygmy Puff eat the mince pie crumb.

Draco put the sweater on and was astounded at how warm and comfortable it felt. It was nothing like the sweaters and jumpers he's ever worn, and it had a certain spice scent to it. Almost like... pumpkin spice.

"How does it feel, Draco?" Harry asked with a warm smile, looking at his cuddly boyfriend. Damn, Draco looked so good in a Weasley Sweater. He could just cuddle the bloke forever.

"It's um... very nice and cosy," Draco responded to Harry with delight. The Weasley's are a really great family, especially if they had the extra time to make him a sweater. Who knows how long it took Mrs Weasley to make the sweater?

Harry grabbed the box of fudge from inside the wrapping paper from Draco's present and placed it in front of Draco. "The Weasley's are honestly the best," he says when opening the box of fudge.

Draco nodded in agreement, "True." Why in Merlin's name did the main pure-blooded family's outcast the Weasley's at all when they clearly live fairly happily even though they don't have a lot of wealth?

"So, are we doing something today?" asked Harry whilst stealing one of Draco's fudges. It'd be fun to do something with this family. He'd really like to get to know the Malfoy family a little more. "Like, are we possibly going to the Weasley's for a surprise Christmas visit?"

"Yes, we should do that," Narcissa agreed with him and propped the recipe book in her lap. "But first, let's take everything back up to our rooms and then come back down for breakfast."

Harry grabbed his gifts, waited until Draco was finished and took his presents up to Draco's room. He dumped everything on the bed but placed the peanut butter jars in his trunk. He smiled at Draco who was sitting on the end of the bed and walked over to him.

Draco spread his legs apart as Harry wrapped his arms around his lower back. "I wonder what's for breakfast," he mumbled as Harry started kissing his neck and so he rubbed the side of his face over Harry's ear.

"No idea, but for sweets, I know you'll be eating me," Harry whispered back, biting down on Draco's sweet spot on his neck and Draco whimpered his pain and pleasure. Harry chuckled. "Shall we head down to breakfast?"

"Yes, I'm starved!" Draco mumbled as he felt the slight pain on his neck from the bite. He loves Harry's hickeys, they're so nice even if they're painful. He likes being branded by Harry, to be claimed by this adorable Gryffindor means so much to him.

Harry loosened his grasp on Draco, slowly leaning out to stare into the wondrous silvery irises. "It's settled then," he replied while leaning in for a quick sweet kiss.

As they arrived in the dining room, Harry, and Draco both got a whiff of chocolate and sighed hungrily. They were sniffing the air madly at the delicious smell.

"Don't tell me chocolate is for breakfast..." Harry said in disbelief as he glanced at the large table filled with loads of different kinds of Christmas breakfasts including Sausage and Gravy Breakfast Casserole, Egg Croissant Casserole, Apple Cider doughnuts, Baked Pumpkin Cream Cheese French Toast, and Cranberry Ricotta Scones.

Narcissa smiled. "You could say that..." She had no clue where the chocolate smell was coming from, but it was somewhere on the table.

"Well?" Lucius asked the two boys with impatience while swirling a spoonful of honey in his cup of Blackberry tea. "Don't just stand there, come sit and eat." Harry and Draco immediately did what they were told to do without hesitation. Like at dinner, they sat on the other side of the table facing Narcissa, but Draco was closest to his father this time.

"So, what other exciting plans do we have today, except for a visit to the Weasley's?" asked Harry curiously, wanting to know what the Malfoy's do on their Christmases. He grabbed a Cranberry Ricotta Scone, studied it, and took a bite. The flavour instantly poured into his mouth and he moaned in delight.

"Well..." trailed Narcissa, grabbing an Egg casserole. "Draco could take you down to the lake for some ice skating. Or, build snow wizards, make snow angels. I don't really know what else you can do with snow..."

"That sounds like a lovely plan," Draco said with agreement while smiling affectionately at Harry. He intertwined their hands together from under the table and grabbed an egg croissant casserole.

Harry squeezed Draco's hand in his and gave him a loving smile. It really sounds romantic and he just cannot wait to get to the lake, wherever it was. "It sure does. Perhaps we can do Christmas Couple dancing together."

"That sounds undeniably Hufflepuff, Harry," Lucius said and smirked at even the word 'Hufflepuff'. But he does admit it sounds like a wonderful idea. "Not that being Hufflepuff is a bad thing," he adds so it doesn't sound like he dislikes the house.

Harry shrugged while taking another bite from his scone. "Funny thing that is...I was actually nearly sorted in Slytherin but let's just say the hat and I had a disagreement." Narcissa nearly dropped her casserole in shock and Lucius was close to spitting out his tea back into his cup.

Draco snorted, knowing the truth about the 'disagreement' with Harry and the sorting hat.

"You mean...the hat talked directly to you?" Narcissa asked, raising an eyebrow. She never knew that could happen. "You had a conversation with the hat?" She remembers her sorting back in the '70s. When the hat was placed on her head, it just automatically shouted 'Slytherin'.

"Yeah," Harry said with a nod. He remembers that day quite clearly. "I've always wondered what would have happened if I were sorted into Slytherin." But one thing he knows if he was sorted into Slytherin is that Ron probably won't trust him anymore, and the entire Wizarding World would have thought he is an evil and challenged kid. And when he speaks Parseltongue for the first time, he would definitely be thought of as evil.

Lucius ran a finger over his bottom lip in thought. This was intriguing to hear. "Why, yes, and can we hear more about this... disagreement you had with the Sorting Hat?"

"Certainly!" said Harry as he grabbed an apple cider doughnut. "So... maybe someone I met before my first year told me that Slytherin's were evil and bad, so I asked the hat to not put me in Slytherin because of that reason."

"I love how the other houses think we're so evil," Narcissa said and chuckled at the hilarious stereotype. "It just makes the Slytherin house seem much more powerful."

"Oh, indeed!" Lucius replied and took a sip of his Blackberry tea. "Oh, how I remember back in my teenage years. Even just a glare towards a Hufflepuff made them scramble from a room or corridor in fear. Ah, such good memories."

Harry laughed at the two adults, finding it easy to picture Mr Malfoy scaring innocent Hufflepuff's with a glare. Although, Narcissa was another story. All he could picture Narcissa as when she was a teenager is a nice young woman who's kind, smart and sweet to everyone. Could he be wrong? "Scaring innocent Hufflepuff's?" he nudged Draco in the arm. "Sounds like someone I know, sort of."

"What do you mean, sort of'?" Draco asked him at once while biting into a second helping of French Toast and Egg croissant casserole. "You know damn well how I love scaring all the first years from every house."

Harry laughed and pressed a kiss to his Slytherin boyfriend's cheek which earned him a loving smile from Draco. "And I love you for it, even if scaring people for fun isn't very nice."

"I love you for letting me keep scaring the first years because I know you like watching me do it," Draco said and reached his hand up to cup and caress Harry's cheek with his thumb. Harry's knees felt weak from Draco's gentle touch. He loves this incredible sensation Draco has over him.

Harry had to admit, he does love watching Draco torment the younger children of Hogwarts. But that was because he knew his Slytherin boyfriend didn't mean anything that came out of his mouth. Or, so he hoped. "Yeah," he sighed with a smile while staring back into silver irises full of compassion. "So, what are you two going to do while Draco and I are out and about?"

Narcissa gave a slow shrug, not really knowing what she or Lucius will do. "Probably play some piano, look after my plants and like you said earlier, steal a dance with my husband."

Draco snorted but covered it up by sticking his French Toast in his mouth. He is pondering if his own father still dances. He does recall back when he was younger, watching his parent's slow dance in their bedroom with only the faintest of music playing. It was such a beautiful sight to him, and so he always wanted to do that with a guy since the last time he saw them dancing. But now, he can do the same, as he's already found someone who brightens up his world. A bloke named Harry James Potter.

Lucius on the other hand gave his wife a smile and a nod. He'd love to have a dance with his wife sometime. "I have something I should catch up on," he then says, a little quickly. "It's very important for the future."

"Hmmm," Narcissa hummed in curiosity. She was curious to know what her husband was keeping from her, yet again. Oh, how she hoped it won't badly affect her son's and Harry's life. "Please tell us the details."

Lucius shook his head. He can't say anything, not yet. "Sorry, Cissy. No can do," he tells her flatly. "When the time is right, I'll speak to you about it."

"And what about me and Harry, father?" Draco asked while grabbing a doughnut. He wanted to know about this thing his father was keeping from him and his mother. "Will we get to know of this secret thing you're doing?"

"In the future, my dear boy," Lucius tells him with a smile. He wants to tell them, but it would ruin the surprise. "Once it's done, then I'll tell you all."

Draco nodded, but he was still curious about what this secret thing was and why his father would tell about it in the future instead of now. What's so important that it needs to be kept a secret?

"So, on to a different topic," Harry said while feeling curious about the earlier conversation. But he just had to ask about what he saw outside the manor. "Why do you have peacock's in your backyard?"

"They're a nice decoration to have around," Narcissa replies.

Lucius continued, "Very elegant and they hold bits of history about the Manor. We consider them as pets. They walk around the Manor gardens, doing their thing, eating grubs and whatever else they come across."

"We eat them, Harry," Draco quickly decided to tell the truth, knowing his parents are only lying because they don't want to scare or hurt Harry. But he doesn't want to lie about anything to Harry, not even about the family history. Lucius and Narcissa glared at their son for the information he let slip out of his mouth. Draco gave them an apologetic shrug.

"Oh..." Harry said, sounding a bit sad. The poor things. Such beautiful creatures being eaten by people. He knew muggles also eat peacocks, but why would they kill and eat such a beautiful pristine animal?

"But," Lucius added. "We eat them after they've mated and had a couple of Pea-chicks because they die a couple of days after giving birth. Same goes with the father, but he lasts a little while longer".

"How long do you give them until...cooking them?" Harry had to ask as this was a little horrifying. Eating beautiful birds? It just sounded cruel. But he will never admit it.

"We give them as much time to live the rest of their life," Narcissa tells him reassuringly. She hoped Draco didn't scare Harry by saying what he said. "But until we know it's the last day for them, we then put them on our plates".

Harry gave a sigh in relief at the latest news. But it was still a bit sad to know that the Malfoy's eat them. They could just bury the birds, but he also knows that the bird is given a long and happy life.

"Alright..." Draco suddenly said, breaking the awkward silence and squeezing Harry's hand as he stood up from his seat. "I'm stealing Harry for the rest of the day if you don't mind. Ta-Ta!"

Harry grinned at his Slytherin boyfriend as he removed himself from the seat. He yelped as the Slytherin pulled him out of the dining hall without saying goodbye to Lucius and Narcissa.

Draco smiled at Harry and led him through the twisting hallways of the manor and up to Draco's room where they pulled on some gloves, scarves, a beanie and a heavier coat to keep themselves warm. Then they headed back down and to the front of the Manor where they found a thick blanket of snow covering the grounds.

"I swear this snow wasn't here yesterday," Harry smiled at the fluffy white snow he could just jump in. He shuddered as something cold and hard hit him on the back of the neck. He swiftly turned around and got hit, again, but in the face with something really cold. "You are so going to get it, Draco!" he hisses both from the cold and trying to shout at Draco to warn him of possible snowball wars.

Draco laughed and threw another snowball at Harry which coated a part of Harry's black jacket in white snow. Harry cleared the snow from his jacket and looked around his surroundings, trying to find the sneaky Slytherin but couldn't see him anywhere. The only tree he could see was a few meters behind him, so he crouched down and started making his own snowballs. As he knew he had enough to hold in his black gloves, he slowly and quietly crept around the tree and threw the biggest snowball he made at the crouching Slytherin.

Draco yelped and turned around to face the Gryffindor holding tons of snowballs. Harry smirked and just threw all the snowballs at the Slytherin to get him back, laughing at how much snow covered the boy and the amount of white coldness covered his grey fur coat.

Draco grunted and brushed the snow off himself. He tried getting up back on his feet, but a sudden weight pushed him back down into the cold snowy ground. He stared up into sparkling emerald green eyes and smiled, he couldn't be annoyed with this beautiful person for long. He just couldn't. He recalled what Harry told him yesterday, reached up and brushed his hand over the boy's cheek and whispered, "You're really pretty."

Harry blushed from the compliment and leaned down so their lips were only inches apart. "Thank you, Draco Malfoy," he said as he leaned down the rest of the way and slowly kissed soft warm lips.

Draco smiled in the kiss but pushed the boy up off him a few inches and stared back into those green eyes he loves so much. "You didn't return the compliment," he said with a fake frown.

Harry chuckled at the Slytherin and rested his forehead against Draco's chest which was covered by his green Weasley sweater and a grey fur coat that he put on earlier. "You're beautiful, Draco Malfoy," he says, loving the way the white and black fur on Draco's fur coat made him look so cute like he was surrounded by puppies. He kissed him again. "Happy now?

"Very," Draco responded blandly while grabbing Harry's collar to yank him into a kiss. He sneakily lowered his hand down into the snow, grabbed a handful of snow, rose his hand back up and dropped the snow on the Gryffindor's exposed neck.

Harry shivered from the contact of snow and groaned. "You little prick!" He whispered in a shaky voice. "I swear on Merlin's na-" Draco kissed him again and smiled as he felt his Gryffindor prince melt into the kiss.

After a nice snogging session in the snow, they intertwined their hands together and Draco led Harry to the lake. It was a fair distance away from the manor as they had to walk from the backyard and all the way down towards the forest in the distance, but they enjoyed it as they had each other's company.

By the time they reached the lake, they stopped and looked at the view of Malfoy Manor covered in snow. It was an extraordinary sight to both boys but mostly to Harry as he's never seen the Manor in this type of season.

"It's beautiful," Harry said in astonishment. It was like a castle covered in snow. It was kind of like Hogwarts but smaller. He was still confused with how yesterday it wasn't snowing but today it was. He just guessed it had something to do with the magic around the Manor.

Draco smiled at Harry, "He sure is." He loves flirting with his boyfriend so much. How could he not as Harry's cheeks turn that dashingly attractive red colour? He gave the Gryffindor a charming smile, which melted Harry's heart into goo.

Harry gave Draco a friendly little push to the side. He was blushing like an idiot thanks to Draco, "Stop it!"

Draco shook his head. He'll never stop with the compliments. "Never in a million years, Harry Potter, will I ever stop flirting with you," he says auspiciously, his silver eyes shining with love.

Harry kissed the Slytherin's cheek, feeling how warm it is under his lips compared to the cold chilly air and snow. Draco smiled at the loving touch.

"Misky," the Slytherin then called out into the snow, and with a pop, his house-elf appeared before them. He knows the incantation to what he wants to transfigure, but he knows no underage wizardry. "Hello," he says politely to his elf. "Can you please give us some ice skates? Or at least get my mother down here to spell some tree branches into ice skates?"

"Misky will do as Misky is told," said Misky with a low bow and a smile, and then walked over the cold snow to a pine tree close by and grabbed four frosty sticks. She walks back and with a click of her fingers, the sticks began to transfigure into wooden ice skates. "There you go, Mister Draco and Mister Harry."

Harry looked stunned, as he was staring down at the ice skates in shock. That's elf magic he hasn't seen before.

Draco smiled at Misky, "Thank you," he says to his elf. "You may go now." After the house-elf disappeared with a pop, Draco looked at his side at a stunned Harry and grinned, "Let's go skating." He sat down on the cold snow, took off his black Dragon skin boots and replaced them with the wooden ice skates. He looked up at Harry and smirked, "You just going to stand there, or should I pull you down?"

Harry shook his head and sat down next to the blonde Slytherin. He quickly took off his boots and replaced them with the skates, but as he looked down at the blades of the skates, he just couldn't take his eyes off them and how sharp they look. He pondered about how easy they would be to slice through skin.

Draco saw the Gryffindor zone out when looking at the ice skate's blades and frowned. He raised his hand and brushed his thumbs over the Gryffindor's cheeks. When he saw bright green eyes look back up at him, he smiled and kissed him slowly.

Harry kissed back sadly, he missed his cool blade slice across his wrist and his scarlet blood run down his arms. It just calmed him of everything. His cuts have now faded and turned into scars and he's just itching to make new ones three times a week.

Draco leaned out and struggled to stand up, but he got on his feet in seconds. He held out his hand for Harry, the Gryffindor looked up and the hand and closed his own around the Slytherin's hand and was pulled up onto his feet.

"Do you know how to ice skate?" Draco asked, smiling at the Gryffindor who looks a little wobbly on his feet. He is pondering if the Wizarding world's Golden Boy knows how to skate on ice. Muggles do it though, so Harry should know how to.

"No, not really," Harry said with a small frown. He was never taught how to skate. Only Dudley was taught on one chilly morning as the roads were icy while Harry just watched from the window of the lounge room. "Mind teaching me?"

"Of course, Harry. I would love to teach you." Draco slowly guided Harry onto the lake, taking small steps on the thin skating blades and trying not to slip over. When they were fully on the frozen lake, with an actual lake underneath them that they could fall into at any time, they adjusted to the new stance and gravity.

When Draco knew that Harry could stand properly, without his help, he let go of Harry's hand and gave the Gryffindor a show of a couple of skating moves like the Toe loop, and the Axel that he learnt by himself.

Harry smiled at the Slytherin showing off his elegant moves. He didn't even know Draco could ice skate, but well, he was wrong. Then he zoned out, staring at the frozen lake and the faint blade markings from Draco's skate blades. He began moving deeper into his depressing thoughts. If they were really that sharp that they could cut through ice, then would they be easy to cut through skin?

Draco smiled as he knew Harry had been staring at him for a couple of minutes. But when he saw the distant look the Gryffindor had on his face, he frowned and hoped to Merlin Harry wasn't thinking of the blades on the skates to cut himself with. He skated up to the boy and placed a gentle kiss on one of his warm cheeks.

When green sparkling eyes looked up into his own silver eyes yet again, he grabbed Harry's warm hands and started skating with Harry slowly forwards. "I'm guessing you've never roller skated before either?" he asked, and Harry nodded. "Ah, well. There's always the basics to learn. Skating is just like walking but on knives. You push one leg forward, and then the other leg and you repeat. Like so." He kissed Harry's cheek once more, earning a beautiful smile from the Gryffindor and showed Harry the basic moves of learning how to skate.

Harry grunted as he tried not to slip over on the slippery wet ice, even if he was on blades and holding hands with his Slytherin boyfriend. Eventually, he got the hang of skating and its movements, even if he wasn't really good at it. He let Draco guide him across the lake and around it at least twice.

Draco gave Harry a smirk and led him into the middle of the lake. He reached into his grey fur coat pocket and held something above his and Harry's head as he wrapped his other arms around the Gryffindor and stared into confused green eyes.

Harry smiled at the cheeky smirk Draco gave him and wrapped his arms around him loosely. Even Draco's smirks make his heart flutter in his chest. So beautiful. "What's with the smirk?"

Draco winked at Harry which made his Gryffindor boyfriend blush. "Look up." Harry looked up and smiled at the mistletoe. Of course, a mistletoe. "You and your kisses are literally like a dessert. So sweet and addicting."

Harry's cheeks reddened some more and he smiled lovingly at Draco, "Ditto, my Slytherin ice prince." He moved his hands up and around the Slytherin's neck and leaned in for a soft, slow, and loving kiss.

Draco dropped the mistletoe, and it fell without a sound as it hit the ice. He moved both arms around his Gryffindor in a tight embrace as the kisses were soft and certainly were sweet. He loved feeling Harry's warm gentle lips kiss his own.

Harry could not stop smiling. Then an idea popped into his head. What a great way to spend Christmas with this new family by going out? "How about we go to church sometime during the day?" He recommended when pulling away from the kiss.

"What's a church?" Draco asked in curiosity as it sounded very muggle-like. He's heard of the word 'Church' but doesn't know what it is.

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You know what Christianity is but not a church?" he asks in disbelief. He really likes telling Draco what certain muggle things are. He really has to take this bloke out into the muggle world again and show him a few muggle items.

"Ivy doesn't tell me that much about muggle culture," said Draco with a shrug. The last thing Ivy showed him that was muggle was some app on her phone. Tappy bird...

Harry nodded in understanding at that. He was pleased Draco had such a great cousin. "Well, a church is somewhere muggle Christians or Catholics go to pray to worship their god, a lady named Mother Mary and their saviour Jesus Christ."

"Oh, but what do they do on Christmas?" asked an inquired Draco. This was interesting to hear as a lot of muggle items are interesting. Well, he's only seen a few muggle items like a phone, some apps on the phone, cars. that's pretty much it.

"They err... pray," Harry said hesitantly, trying to figure out how he can explain what praying is. "But the priest, which is some holy guy, reads a passage in their holy book, which is called a bible about how and where Jesus was born." He hesitated before saying, "Some churches apparently even have little plays and children choirs."

"Oh, that sounds fascinating," Draco said with an interest. He couldn't wait at all until they go to this Church place. "We could do that. Anything else you want to add to our Christmas Bucket List?"

"I have a few," Harry said with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. He totally wasn't thinking of sex again.

"Uh-oh," Draco said and tried to sound sarcastically scared. What mischief is Harry up to? "What have you got planned?"

Harry kissed Draco one more time and tried his best to skate back to his shoes, which was on the other side of the frozen lake, without tripping over. He managed to make it safely back, by only skating with small steps.

Draco smiled at Harry and skated after him. He succeeded to fall over as he neared the Gryffindor, which Harry laughed at him for, so Draco poked his tongue out at him. As Harry replaced the skates with his snow boots, he helped Draco up with an apologetic smile. The Slytherin kissed the smile of the Gryffindor's face with his own smile, even if it earned him a hot tongue in his mouth. Harry pushed Draco down onto the snow and fell on top of him.

Draco groaned, feeling a little crushed under the weight of Harry. "What was that for?"

Harry chuckled and kissed both of the Slytherin's cheeks, making Draco's cheeks glow. "Another one of my plans," he tells him. "I was hoping we could have another snowball fight, or even make snow angels." He rolled off Draco onto his back and began making a snow angel. Draco propped his head on his fist and watched Harry oddly move around in the snow. It made him laugh a little and he ran his thumb over Harry's lips. So soft and kissable.

Harry reached up and brushed a few strands of the Slytherin's hair out of his silver eyes and sneakily, with his other hand, grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it down the Slytherin's back with a cheeky grin. Payback time!

Draco kept the loving smile on his face, even if his back was now freezing cold. "I'll get you for this, Potter," he says in a calm yet a little annoyed tone, trying to ignore the snow.

"Try me, you snake," Harry whispers and slides his hands down Draco's pants and boxers. He curls his fingers around Draco's cock, and Draco groans and thrusts into Harry's hand.

"Oh, you little-mph." Draco was interrupted as Harry kissed him. He accepted the kiss with a smirk, grabbing Harry and pulling him down on top of himself, Harry's hand disappearing from Draco's groin and grabbing his waist. Harry moaned in the breathtaking kiss and curled his fingers through Draco's soft white-blonde hair. A sneeze suddenly had built up inside Draco and he quickly turned his head and sneezed on the snow beside him.

"Nawww!" Harry said sweetly. He was running his hand through the blonde locks again. Draco's sneezes are just so cute! "Is someone catching a cold?"

"I certainly hope not," Draco answered and sniffed. He reached his hand up to caress Harry's cheek and Harry blinked and kissed his hand with a loving smile. "But just in case, let's head back inside."

"Alright," Harry agreed and he helped Draco up without hesitation. "I'm sure your mother and father will kill me if you end up sick. But I'll take care of you, of course. You're not getting sick on my watch."

Draco shook his head and gave Harry's cheek a gentle kiss. "They never would kill you if I fall ill, Harry," he assures him, not even thinking that his parents would do such a thing.

Harry nodded, but he knew he probably was the cause of Draco's sneeze as he did shove snow down the Slytherin's back. He just hoped Draco wouldn't catch a cold because then he'll blame himself for it.

Draco entwined their hands together and gave Harry's hand a little reassuring squeeze, telling him it's alright. Harry squeezed Draco's hand back as they began to walk back to the manor.

Harry sighed and something caught his eye in the forest a few kilometres away from the lake. He couldn't see it properly until he squinted his eyes, and then he could make out the creature.

It had a deer skull, a body that looked human-like but with dark brown fur and legs that looked goat-like in appearance. He shivered. It looked like something that came out of the depths of hell. But he knew exactly what it was. A Wendigo. He looked away and ahead towards the manor, trying to forget about the creature that lurks in the forests of the United Kingdom and all over the world. He hoped it wasn't here to kill.

By the time they made it back to the Manor, they rushed inside and directly to the lounge room where they could warm themselves up. But of course, they collapsed onto the couch in a heap and snuggled up close to one another as they listened to the roaring fireplace in front of them.

They both could feel the heat of the fireplace against their bodies, even if Harry were the one closest to the blazing flames as Draco had his back against the couch's back. When they were just about to fall asleep in each other's arms, Narcissa and Lucius walked in and sat in the two armchairs next to the couch, staring fondly at their son and their son's boyfriend nearly falling asleep on their couch.

'Should we wake them?' Lucius mouthed to his wife, a smirk on his lips.

Narcissa looked back at the sleeping boys, thinking that she could really get used to having another guy in the manor, especially if they'll be in her son's life for what she hopes to be a long, long, time. Just the look on her Dragon's face could tell her then that he too wants that man in his life for probably forever and Narcissa just hoped, that that will come true. She nodded at her husband with a grin, knowing Christmas wasn't over yet.

Lucius nodded and made his way over to the boys, placing a gentle kiss on both of the boy's foreheads. It was a little weird kissing Harry's forehead, but it was also quite funny too when seeing the boy's reaction.

Harry and Draco instantly opened their eyes to stare up at the person who woke them from their short slumber. Draco groaned as he just wanted more sleep, "Let me sleep..."

Harry smiled at his boyfriend, rolled over so he faced Draco and gave him a short kiss to his lips, and that woke Draco back up with a smile. He tried to sit up, but Draco pulled him back down with a grunt.

Narcissa laughed at the two boys and sighed happily. She will never get used to having Harry in her son's life. "Shall we all do something now before lunch?" she asks them.

Like he had super strength, Harry sat up immediately out of Draco's arms and smiled at Narcissa. "Can we head to the closest town and go to church? I've always wanted to view the Christian's point of view of Christmas, and it's great for families."

"Church?" Lucius asked, confused at the muggle term. Harry laughed and told the adults what a church was. He even told them about the holy bible and what some of the stories are about.

"So, is that a yes?" Harry asked. But he'd really like to go see a Church. And if not, well, there's always next year.

"It would be fun to go and see what Muggles do on Christmas," Draco said with an excited smile and he sat up. The Muggle world is actually quite interesting, and a little deadly since he found out cars and busses can kill people if they get hit. But that's only one negative thing about the muggle world.

"It sure would," Harry said, and he looked down at his stomach and noticed Draco's arms snaking around his waist. He smiled and looked back over at the adults with a pleading look on his face, "So, can we all go?"

"All go?" Lucius asked with raised brows. He's never thought about leaving the Manor. But then again, it could be dangerous as the Dark Lord could sense him out in the world. Well, if he is surrounded by muggles then he should be safe. "As in, all four of us go to see this Muggle church?"

"Yes," Harry said, nodding. "Please? Consider it a family outing at Christmas."

"Oh, alright," Narcissa agreed with a smile at the two boys. She'd love to learn a few new things about the muggles of the world. "I, for one, would love to go see this Muggle Church."

Harry sat up while pulling Draco with him which earned him a soft laugh from the Slytherin. "Great, then let's go!"

"How will we get there?" Lucius asked him. He can't apparate to a place he's never been before. He'll end up splintering something and someone. "And which town do you want to visit for their Church, Harry?"

"Um...Apparate?" Harry said, unsure why Lucius hasn't thought about Apparating. He doesn't know any other ways they can travel unless by bus or taxi, but he is sure this pure-blood family wouldn't be caught dead riding something muggle. "And whichever town's the closest, we can go there."

"Alright, boys grab onto Narcissa and my arms," Lucius said with a small smile. He knows of a couple of towns close by but also knows a different way to travel. He looked over at his wife, "And Narcissa, you know where to go."

Narcissa nodded. The Black family knew of the place for a long time. In fact, all old wizarding families know of this secret teleportation place. She is sure Sirius and Andromeda remember it, but she was not sure about Bellatrix.

Harry got up from the couch and held onto Lucius' arm for a change. Draco smiled sweetly at Harry and held onto his mother's arms. Both adults led the boys outside of the manor and to the front gates to where they apparated and landed at a large round stone formation.

Harry stared at the round stone formation with curiosity and confusion. They were in Salisbury Plains, Wiltshire. Why were they here? Was this a different way to travel? "Why are we at Stonehenge?"

"It's a teleporter, Harry," Narcissa said simply. "Only the oldest Wizarding Families know of Stonehenge's great powers. Consider yourself extremely lucky to know about this place and..." She looked at him sternly. "I trust you to keep this place a secret?"

Harry gave the strict woman a promising nod. He will never let Draco's parents down. He won't even tell Ron and Hermione if it's that important. "Promise!"

"Good," Lucius suddenly said while walking up to one of the stone archways in the middle. He tapped his wand on the stone near a little crack and muttered a few unintelligible words.

Narcissa made her way to the centre of the Stonehenge, hesitated, and drew her wand out. "Surge de lapidibus, qui usus fuerit. Da nobis opus est isdem modo delectari," she chanted while gently swishing her wand around in the air.

The Stonehenge shook, pieces of stone rose from the ground and attached themselves to where they were centuries ago. To the boy's amazement, the Stonehenge looked like it had just been made and all the broken pieces of stone literally stuck themselves together.

Harry wondered if any muggles were seeing this since the ancient foundation had been almost repaired to what it would have looked like. Merlin... did this family also know how to lift Atlantis back to the shore?

"Aperi nobis: et ad portas Chippenham," Lucius chanted, moving towards the centre of the rock formation to stand in front of the altar-looking rock.

As the sun shone down on the four wizards and the stone formation, behind them, a stone archway formed an almost bright yellow see-through wall.

Lucius, being curious but also aware, threw a small rock into the portal. It disappeared in a flash. He sighed in relief as no small explosion happened or anything that could have destroyed the small rock. "We're heading to Chippenham. Let's go!"

Harry and Draco immediately walked through the yellow portal. They were amazed at the almost golden hallway and pathway that led to other hallways with a similar yellow light at the end. But every hallway they looked down; they only saw houses. Some in Australia, other's in Argentina or even America. But the Chippenham they were looking for, was at the end of the hallway they emerged from.

Both boys looked back behind them, seeing Narcissa and Lucius walking through the yellow portal they just came out from. The adults smiled at the boys and ushered them forward to the end of the hallway, where they stepped through another force field and ended up in John Coles Park Sensory Garden with a bandstand, splash pad and tennis courts in the distance.

It was such a beautiful garden, filled with many colourful flowers and Draco couldn't help but kiss Harry under an oak tree as the only sight he loves, apart from the gardens, was, of course, his beautiful boyfriend.

Harry smiled but only made it a short kiss, as he really wants to go visit a church. He looked up over Draco's shoulder at the church steeple in the distance above some trees. "Let's go!"

The four walked across the park, Harry, and Draco in the lead, passing many muggles wishing them a Happy and Merry Christmas and of course, they all wished them back a Merry Christmas.

Harry beamed as they neared the church, seeing many muggles entering through the large old white cathedral. But then he sees a large rock with a silver square plate engraved in the rock and he pulled Draco by the hand over to the rock and read about the History of the Church and its Park. Draco read a little bit of the history but after a while, he got bored and started kissing all over Harry's neck. After, they looked around for Narcissa and Lucius but couldn't find them so they decided to enter the church.

The church had a ceramic bowl of holy water on a small wooden table in the front against a wall. On either side of the holy water bowl were large archways that led into the church part where the seats all were positioned. There were two rows of seats, one on the left and the other on the right. There are colourful large stain-glass windows with pictures in them of a man and three lambs, a nun holding a rosary and three shepherds. A large cross with a life-sized Jesus was hanging from the wall in front of the altar.

Narcissa and Lucius were already inside the church talking to the priest who wore white and purple robes. Not wizarding robes but muggle church robes. Both boys had no clue what Draco's parents would want to talk to the priest about but decided to sit down and look around at the historical building from the inside.

As Narcissa spotted her son and possible future son-in-law, she left Lucius to gasbag with the priest and joined the two boys in the church seats.

Harry was smiling at some children who were getting up on stage, looking all snugly and warm in their winter clothes. He loved a good musical choir though he's never seen one in real life. Only in movies, which he watched when the Dudley's left the house to visit Dudley's Aunt, so that left Harry alone in the house where he can sing along to the Christmas songs.

"It's interesting what you learn from muggles," Lucius said with a smile, joining them by the seats. "This Jesus guy can turn water into wine with his hands. Amazing!" His eyes brightened at the thought of Muggles worshipping wizards. "Do you think he really was a wizard who could do wandless magic? And he could walk on water. Surely there was something wizarding involved in it. He could heal people with his hands as well. Wandless magic! These muggles are literally worshipping a wizard! How ironic is that!"

Harry smirked at Lucius and what Jesus appears to him. "That, or he could be an actual god," he said thoughtfully. "I mean, it makes sense. Jesus being a wizard and knowing how to do wandless magic. I wonder what house Jesus could have been in."

"Probably a Hufflepuff, since he does help muggles out with healing," Draco said. "But he does sound pretty smart so he could be a Ravenclaw."

"I actually don't know what he'd be," Harry said truthfully. This really is quite a thoughtful conversation. "But I think he'd be either a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Ravenclaw and Slytherin? Mmm, I don't know. I feel like Jesus might be a Hufflepuff because of his kindness and willingness to work. But maybe Gryffindor because of what he did in Gethsemane and later on the cross." He smiled when seeing the looks of confusion on the three Pure-blood's faces. "From what we humans know in scripture, the act of paying for the sins of mankind was a gruesome and painful experience as well as crucifixion."

"Jesus even had second thoughts for a moment before going through with it," Harry continued, surprised he even knew this much. But Merlin was the first wizard, wasn't he? "Take this cup from me, but thy will be done'. This could be interpreted as bravery unmatched as a Gryffindor or extreme loyalty to his Father as a Hufflepuff. If you consider the theory that the Hat sorts what traits you value more than what you display, then I think Jesus values loyalty and work ethic over bravery and heroism, so this all seems to be leaning more Hufflepuff anyway."

Before the conversation could deepen, the little children on stage began to sing 'Silent Night'. Everyone quietened down and listened to the children singing in the choir. After listening to a range of Christian and Catholic Christmas songs, a small play began, featuring the birth of Jesus Christ and then a few stories read by the priest from the Holy Bible.

By the time, the Church's Christmas special was all over, Harry looked at Draco sleeping silently on his shoulder and smiled sweetly. He loved this day so much. He kissed the Slytherin's forehead gently and looked beside Draco at Narcissa and Lucius. Narcissa smiled at Harry while Lucius lay sleeping on Narcissa's shoulder.

Harry chuckled and mouthed, "Like father like son", to Narcissa. It was quite cute seeing the resemblance of the two men.

Narcissa had to nod in agreement at Harry. "Thank you for showing us this, Harry," she says in a low voice. "It's been quite the day for us. We've never seen anything like this at all. Our normal tradition is to wake up, open presents, have breakfast and that's just it." This will be her most memorable Christmas ever and it's thanks to her son's boyfriend.

"It's not a problem, Narcissa," Harry whispered back. "I've never seen a church before either, so I'm new to this as well." He's seen the outside of a couple of churches. Just not the inside. He smiled as he felt soft lips kiss his cheek, turned his head around and kissed his sleeping blonde Slytherin boyfriend.

Draco smiled in the kiss and cupped the Gryffindor's cheeks with his hands. He wasn't meant to fall asleep but the singing just got a little peaceful so he fell into a deep slumber. "Let's head home, I'm starving," he then said with a slow tired smile.

"Alright," Harry said with a nod and turned his head back to Narcissa. Hometime it is." Narcissa nodded with a smile, brushed a few of her husband's long strands of hair away from his eyes as she knew it'd wake him up. As Lucius woke up, he sat up and flushed in embarrassment as he knew he fell asleep in a church.

Harry looked around the inside of the church, seeing as there were many people still inside but reading from their bible's. He noticed a door behind the altar that he knew led to the bell tower and would be a perfect place for apparition. He checked the time on the wall clock, showing it's around 12:05 in the afternoon. Still, time to make it back to the manor and head to the Burrow.

Draco sat up with a yawn but embraced Harry in a warm side hug and Harry smiles. "Come on, you sleepy snake," he says and cups Draco's face with his hand. "It's time to head home."

Draco sighed as he was happy where he was right now, in Harry's arms, all nice and cosy and wanting to just fall asleep. Harry gave Draco a head massage to wake him up. Literally running his hands through the blonde locks woke the Slytherin. Draco sat back up and rubbed his eyes, "Alright, I'm up."

Harry chuckled, and Draco smiled and looked behind him at his parents who were staring sweetly down at him and Harry which made him blush.

"Come on now, I'm sure Molly and Arthur want to see you two for Christmas lunch," Narcissa tells them and reminded them of the Christmas Lunch they can go to.

"But what about you two?" Harry asked curiously, wanting Draco's parents to tag along. He hoped they would come with him and Draco. "Surely they'd like the two of you over for Christmas lunch as well."

Narcissa gave a shrug. She doesn't know if she was invited or even Lucius. "I won't go if they won't invite Lucius."

Harry nodded sadly, hoping the Weasley's would invite both of Draco's parents. It'd be a shame if they didn't. "Well, there's a door at the back of the church near the altar," he tells them, and Draco looks over at the Altar. "We can head inside there and apparate to the Venice manor so Draco and I can Floo to the Burrow."

"Sounds like another plan," Draco said, standing up with Harry and intertwined his and Harry's hands together. He can't wait to try some of Mrs Weasley's homemade Christmas dishes.

The Malfoy's and Harry quickly headed into the back room where there indeed were stairs leading up to the bell tower. The boys grabbed onto one of the adult's arms tightly and heard the apparition crack as they teleport away and back to the front gates of Malfoy Manor.

"Well, we'll leave you two to go see the Weasley's," Narcissa said with one arm linked with her husband as she opens the gates up and they all walk through to the Manor.

Harry and Draco, once in the lounge room, stood at the fireplace with a handful of Floo Powder. They both exchange exciting looks, lean in for a quick kiss and enter the Floo, one after the other. They walk through The Burrow's lounge room but didn't see anybody around.

"Ron?! Hermione?" Harry called out into the room, looking through the lounge room and kitchen. He couldn't see or hear anything. Oh, how he hoped the Weasley's were okay.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" Draco calls, walking towards the staircase leading up to the bedrooms or so he thinks. He hasn't had a tour of the Burrow before. He's only seen the Lounge room.

Harry went outside, looking up at the sky for any sign for twin brothers or a family of redheads playing a mini-game of Quidditch but saw nothing, just clear blue skies.

"Harry! Come quick!" yelled Draco, looking at a scene that was so horrifying to his eyes.

Harry swiftly turned around and raced back inside the Burrow, hoping Draco didn't find anything worrisome. He sighed in relief as he only found Draco back in the lounge room. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Draco?" he asked, shockingly, panting a little.

"Of course not, Harry," Draco said with a chuckle as he held up a furry brown and red polka dot sweater. "I just found this disgusting polka-dot sweater that's so out of style and needs to be incendioed. I mean, look at this barmy thing! It's disgusting!"

"Really, Draco?" Harry asked seriously, crossing his arms and pouting. He just couldn't believe this. "You screamed out my name because of some sweater? Sodding hell!"

Draco shrugged a shoulder. It wasn't his fault. The fault is the Sweaters. "It's the sweater's fault for looking so ugly."

Harry's face softened and he gave a little laugh. Draco can be so adorable at times. "You blame everything on fashion, Draco," he says, smirking at the blonde Slytherin. "But I do find it adorable."

Draco smiled sweetly, threw the sweater behind him, and embraced Harry in a gentle hug. How could he not adore Harry's compliments towards him? "Thank you, I try to do my best."

Harry smiled and kissed Draco's cheek repeatedly. "I think if the Weasley's aren't here, they would probably be with Sirius at 12 Grimmauld Place," he tells him and Draco looks up at the ceiling for a minute to think before he nods.

"We should go visit Sirius to see if you're right," Draco said, squeezing Harry tightly in the hug before moving his hands down to Harry's waist and leaned out an inch to kiss him. It was a slow and loving kiss, no tongues at all. It was just a kiss to show their love for one another.

"Let's go," Harry whispered when pulling out of the kiss. He brings his hand up to caress Draco's cheek. With a final slow loving kiss, both boys headed into the fireplace and Flooed to 12 Grimmauld Place. When they got there, they were embraced in thousands of hugs from the Weasley's and Sirius as well as many "Merry Christmas's!"

Draco found it hard to breathe in Mrs Weasley's embrace as it was very tight and crushing. He tried to hug back even if his arms were squished under Mrs Weasley's arms.

Harry laughed at Draco and how red his cheeks were getting from the suffocating hugs which he knows are very smothering. He wanted to ask Mrs Weasley to stop hugging Draco but didn't want to seem rude. He didn't want to lose a family.

Ron snorted, knowing how those bone-crushing hugs feel as well. He knew how to get his mother off people so they can breathe again. But he also knows how much trouble he'll be in. "Mom, the chicken's on fire!"

Hermione glared at Ron and shook her head disappointingly. She knew the Chicken would never be on fire in this house. But then again, she knew Draco needed to breathe so she actually thought Ron's little prank was a little alright.

Sirius smirked at the children's lies and sighed. Mrs Weasley immediately let go of Draco and ran into the kitchen, Sirius strolled in from behind her. Draco sighed in relief and walked over to Harry, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry smiled and laughed at Ron, who was counting down slowly from ten with anxiety clear as glass over his facial features.

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! GET HERE THIS INSTANT!" shouted an angry Mrs Weasley from the kitchen.

Ron gave the two boys an innocent shrug and headed into the kitchen to sort things out. Hermione sighed and pinched her nose in frustration.

Harry smiled at Draco, thinking that he should thank his best mate for saving his boyfriend. "At least Ron saved my Draco from sudden death from Mrs Weasley's crushable hugs."

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and kissed his nose. "And I thank him very much, even though I do love Mrs Weasley's "soft" hugs," he said while using quotation marks for the word 'soft'.

Harry chuckled at his Slytherin boyfriend. Oh, how will his Draco ever survive in the Burrow? "I'm afraid by spending more time with the Weasley's, you'll become a Gryffindor, Draco."

Draco shuddered at the thought of being a Gryffindor. To be all brave, courageous and to not think before doing anything. At least he will have Harry there so he can cry on his shoulder. "Barmy... you're right!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at the adorable couple. "It's really good to see you guys on Christmas," she says and gives them both smiles. "Ron and I honestly thought you'd be too busy snogging each other or gazing into each other's eyes to forget about us."

Draco laughed at the thought, even if he really liked the idea of staring into beautiful green eyes and forgetting about the world because he has his own world right beside him. "I like those ideas, though. Don't you, Harry?"

"I like the ideas very much. No, I love them," Harry corrected himself with a cheeky grin. "In fact, why don't we go back to the Manor and do those ideas, Draco? Or perhaps..." He leaned closer until his lips were only inches apart from the Slytherin's, "something else?"

"No – nope, I don't want to hear that! Just...no!" Hermione protested seriously, holding her hands on her ears. She didn't want to hear anything like that. It was okay if Pansy says sexual things to her, of course. Just not her best friends.

Harry smirked at the innocent Hermione. He loved annoying people by sex-talking with Draco even though he shouldn't. "So, when's lunch, and can Narcissa and Mr Malfoy come over?"

"Harry..." Draco said softly and cupped Harry's chin with his hand. "You know you can call my father by his first name, right? He wouldn't mind it, I believe. You are family after all."

I know, I just... he can be really scary at times and I think he'd like it best if I were to always call him Mr or Sir," Harry admitted hesitantly. He just doesn't want to anger Mr Malfoy. Draco nodded as he understood what Harry meant. Although, he doesn't see his father as scary. Annoying and weird at times, yes, but he never loses his temper.

"Lunch will be ready soon," Mrs Weasley said, poking her head into the lounge room. "Narcissa and Lucius may come over at any time too."

"I just cannot wait to tell mother and father about this," Draco said with a quick smile. He leaned closer to Harry, his hands intertwined with his Gryffindor boyfriend's and kissed him quickly. He placed his forehead against Harry's, "I'll be right back."

"Do you have to go?" Harry asked sadly, furrowing his brows and pouting to try and appear cute. He doesn't want Draco to go, who knows how long he'll take before he gets worried. What happens if Voldemort somehow finds them?

Draco smiled lovingly and kissed Harry again. Harry melted in the kiss while running his hands up Draco's chest and around his neck. As Draco broke out of the kiss, he gave Harry a few more light and quick kisses before walking into the Floo and disappearing in green flames.

Harry frowned when seeing Draco disappear but felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and tried shrugging it off.

"Come on, lover boy," Hermione said with a knowing smile. It was beautiful seeing how much her best friend loves the Slytherin male. "I'm sure Sirius wants to talk to you about stuff."

"Stuff?" Harry asked curiously. Can't she explain a bit more instead of saying 'stuff?' "Got a more specific idea on what exactly he wants to talk about like about school or Umbitch?" Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a warning look, and Harry winces. "Sorry..."

Hermione sighed, shook her head and led Harry into the kitchen. She wished she knew but Sirius always has these secrets he keeps from everyone. "So, did you like your presents?"

"Why wouldn't I, Hermione? They were all wonderful gifts!" Harry said when beaming at his best friend. He really enjoyed the gifts though, very thoughtful. Although, he doesn't understand what good the wallet Hagrid gave him will be.

Hermione smiled, glad her best friend loved all of his gifts. They walked into the kitchen and chuckled as they found Ron cleaning the benchtops while Mrs Weasley was piling plates and plates of different Christmas lunch foods onto the clean bench.

Ron glared at his chuckling friends as he started wiping down the sink and Sirius entered through from the food cupboard with a big bottle of expensive champagne.

"Oh, Sirius," Mrs Weasley said with disapproval, shaking her head at the wine bottle in the man's hand. "These children are too young to be drinking wine or any form of alcohol."

Sirius chuckled at the motherly-like woman. How does anyone survive with this woman in their house? "I know, it's just for the adults," he assured her but winked at Harry behind Molly's back.

Harry shook his head, knowing Sirius will try to get him and possibly Draco to taste some wine during lunch. "Riiight..." He was quite sceptical.

"I certainly hope we're not intruding..." Lucius said as he made his way into the kitchen with Narcissa, the two of them had their arms linked together. They had come from the Floo upstairs. Narcissa knows her way around the house so that's how they made it down to the kitchens.

Ron's jaw dropped to the bench in shock when seeing Lucius Malfoy in the same room as him. He looked over at Hermione and Harry, who both gave him a reassuring smile.

Molly's eyes widened at the sight of the apparent Death Eater but softened her face for a real Weasley greeting. "Ah, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy," she said warmly. "No, you're not intruding at all. Come in, please."

Sirius smiled at his cousin and tried to give Lucius an actual smile, even if he hated the Slytherin's guts.

Lucius' mouth twitched into a smile at the second last remaining Black family member. "Good to see you, Mr Black."

"Please," Sirius implored as he wanted to be called by his first name. "Just call me Sirius."

Lucius gave Sirius a nod, which then he turned to face Molly. He remembered the fight he and Mr Weasley had back in that bookstore in Draco's second year at Hogwarts. Truly, he was sorry for the man even if he didn't like him. "How's Arthur? I'm terribly sorry for the accident."

"Oh," Molly shook her hand at him, gesturing it's fine. "He's getting better. Thank you for your condolences. He's sadly only allowed to stay for Christmas lunch, then he has to be back at St Mungo's for...who knows how long."

"Again, we're terribly sorry," Narcissa said sadly with a frown. She'd kill the snake if it is the last thing she'll do. She doesn't want it slithering in her manor! It's a disgusting thing to have around.

Molly shook her head but thanked the Malfoy's again for their deepest condolences. "Lunch is ready now. Please, go sit with the family in the dining room."

The two Malfoy's disappeared from the kitchen in a blink of an eye. Harry turned to Mrs Weasley and asked, "Does Mr Weasley know they're here?"

Molly nodded but she had to admit to herself that it was exceptionally hard to calm her husband. "I told him before I started making lunch. He was shaky at first, but I finally got him to accept it after hours and hours of talking."

Harry sighed in relief. He hoped the man wouldn't start anything as he knows how much Mr Weasley and Mr Malfoy disliked each other. "Do you need help with carrying the food into the dining room?"

"No, but thank you kindly for the offer, dear, "Molly said in a sweet tone and smiled at him. "You and Hermione better head to the dining room so Ron and I can bring in the food."

Ron rolled his eyes at his mother and scrubbed at the sinks. Hermione was the first one out the door. Harry thanked Mrs Weasley for having Draco's family over and hurried to the dining room. As he entered, he felt familiar arms wrap around his waist and soft lips kiss his cheek. He smiled at his sneaky boyfriend while hearing Fred and George whistling at them which just made him blush.

To his dislike, he saw Mr Weasley's wand tightly gripped in his hand underneath the table and pointing directly at Mr Malfoy who sat on the other side of the table. As Arthur looked Harry's way, Harry gave the older man a strict shake of his head, but Arthur didn't listen. "Sirius," Harry whispered to his godfather, gesturing him into the hallway.

Draco looked at his boyfriend in curiosity, wondering what Harry must discuss with Sirius in private, and so he let him out of his embrace and sat down next to his mother.

Sirius nodded, but before they went into the other room Harry whispered to Hermione what he saw below the table and to keep a lookout for things until he gets back. Hermione frowned at Mr Weasley, shaking her head sadly at the man.

Harry pulled Sirius back into the kitchen, but so he had sight of the dining table. "Can you please tell Mr Weasley to put his wand away, which is currently pointed at Mr Malfoy?" he whispered seriously. "I don't want conflict, especially if Draco wants to make a good impression with his family."

Sirius grimaced, knowing how much it'd hurt to see a family member pointing their wand at another family member. "I'll see what I can do, Harry," he gives him a pat on the shoulder. "Thank you for telling me this. I'll have a chat with Arthur after lunch."

"Thank you, Sirius," Harry said with respite while merely softening his tone. "Now, think you can sneak me some wine? I'd like to finally have something that adults do, even if I'm currently 15."

Sirius smirked at the question and nodded, "Easily done, Harry. It's why I'm a Marauder."

Harry would have laughed but he was too hungry too, so he exited the room with a smile and sat down next to Draco. Trying not to look at Arthur, Harry watched as Mrs Weasley summoned in the Christmas lunch. Plates and bowls levitated in from the kitchen and landed gently on the dining room table, though Ron was carrying a few plates of food.

Before everyone was racing their way to the middle of the table to pile food on their plates, Lucius held out his hands to his wife and his son and said, "Let's say grace." He winked at Harry.

Narcissa smiled, held her husband's hand and reached out her other hand to one of the Weasley brother's. Fred, who stared at Narcissa with confusion shrugged and held hands with her. He held out his hand for his twin and grinned. Draco followed what his mother did and held onto his father's hand, while the other held Harry's hand under the table.

Harry chuckled at this Christian traditional thing and couldn't believe that Mr Malfoy would know of this muggle thing. But he did remember Lucius and Narcissa talking to the priest back in the church and thought that maybe the priest told them a few things. He squeezed Draco's hand but rose their entwined hands on top of the table for everyone to see. He held out his hand to Ron with a chuckle.

"What is Grace?" Arthur asked and it was directed at Lucius. He held hands with Molly and Ginny, wanting to know why they're doing such a thing.

"It's a muggle Christian way of beginning a meal," Lucius tells him with a smile. He knows, for Harry, that he needs to impress Arthur as he knew how much the man loved muggle things. "We pray before we eat."

"Muggle?" Arthur said with disbelief. How could a Malfoy know about muggle things? "You know about muggle traditions?"

Lucius nodded. It really was interesting listening to the priest talk about prayers and the traditional ways of Christians. "Let's just say we go to church."

"Church?" asked Arthur curiously. The day keeps getting interesting by the minute.

Harry laughed and felt a sense of Déjà vu as Mr Malfoy explained to Arthur about Muggle Christian's, their traditions, churches, Holy Bible, and their beliefs.

"How peculiar!" Arthur said excitingly, forgetting that he was talking to a Death Eater about muggle things. "Tell me more, please!"

Lucius chuckled. Even though he and Arthur have their own rivalry, he really felt good when talking to this man. "Once we say grace, Arthur," he says serenely. "After I finish, everyone says 'Amen."

Arthur nodded and let the Slytherin do his thing. Whatever the Slytherin was going to do, he kept his wand pointed at him just in case.

"Amen," said George and Fred.

Narcissa laughed at the twins that she can hardly tell apart. She'll need to give them both something so she can tell who's who. But they both had a warm sweater, one orange and the other green, that has the letter 'F' and 'G'.

"No, don't say Amen yet," Lucius said with a Slytherin grin at the twins. He pondered what kind of mischief these twins get up to. He's heard about them and they sound like a wonderful gentleman even though they have mischief in their blood. "I haven't said Grace yet. But I love the enthusiasm."

Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged, not knowing what the older version of Draco meant.

"Let's start," Narcissa said as she looked at everyone. She was finding it funny how her husband was taking this Grace thing seriously when they don't actually say Grace at all. It's a new thing they've learnt. 

Everyone quietened down to listen to Mr Malfoy, "Bless us oh Lord for these thy gifts that we're about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen."

"Amen," chorused everyone at the dining table, and Draco and Harry glanced at each other with smiles.

"Now we eat," Lucius said and already started dishing his plate up with food.

"I actually want to have a toast, to Harry Potter," said Arthur Weasley, holding up his cup of wine and looked at his saviour. Harry looked up at him with a quick smile, not really thinking that would occur. "Without whom, I would not be here. To Harry."

All the Weasley children and Hermione held up their glasses of Pumpkin Juice, and the adults help up their glasses of wine and chorused, "To Harry."

Harry kept the fake smile on his face, and Draco raised his glass of Pumpkin juice, gave him a quick kiss and said, "To Harry." Harry actually smiled and felt himself blush a little. He didn't want to have a toast for him for saving a man's life.

After that, everyone dug in. Unfortunately, Sirius wasn't able to give Harry any wine in front of Molly or Narcissa even if he tried by colouring the wine to look like Pumpkin Juice. It always failed. Arthur kept asking Lucius about this muggle church and where to get one. And of course, Lucius said you can't get one, but you can go to one. Everyone listened closely to what Lucius was saying as they found it intriguing that a Pureblood would know anything about muggle culture.

After the Christmas lunch, dessert came out. Two large bowls of trifle levitated into the middle of the dining table and everyone fought to get a giant piece for themselves as it looked so delicious.

"Don't eat too much, you'll get a stomachache!" Mrs Weasley and Mrs Malfoy said together but to their own children, ending in laughter as they said the same thing.

But of course, nobody listened as the trifle was just that good. And then the wizard crackers came out. Everyone pulled their own and got their own hat, joke, and little prize from the inside.

Harry had to watch his little green frog jump about the table, and Draco had received a candy ring which he slid onto Harry's finger, making Harry smile and a slow blush form on his cheeks. Everyone around them was too busy eating their Trifle that they didn't see what Draco gave Harry.

Christmas lunch had just finished, and everyone thanked Mrs Weasley for the delicious meal. Narcissa, Lucius, Draco and Harry returned back to the Malfoy Manor for the evening with their bellies stuffed. As soon as they headed through the large gates of the manor, inside through the front doors and to the lounge room, Draco and Harry collapsed on the lounge chair in a heap and sighed.

"I'm so full I could explode!" Harry whined while groaning in the couch. He felt like his stomach was filled up with rocks. It was sickening!

"Ugh! I ate too much," Draco said while also groaning on the couch. How come he didn't listen to his mother at all when he clearly heard her? He couldn't because the Trifle was the best thing ever.

Narcissa laughed at the two boys. Mother always knows best so why didn't these two boys listen to her? "I told you both that you shouldn't have had the second helping of trifle, and look what happened!"

Lucius snickered at the two boys as he sat down in his favourite armchair. He had to admit, he never listened to his own mother at times as he mostly listened to his father.

Harry groaned again but sat up with exhaustion. He placed a hand on his stomach and looked at his boyfriend. "Perhaps some music and dancing would do us some good. Don't you think?"

Draco sat up and smirked at Harry. He crawled over to the raven-haired boy with emerald green eyes and kissed him sweetly, tasting cream, jelly, cake, and custard. "Gosh," he said in between kisses and Harry slowly smiled in the kiss and tasted all the same on Draco, but he liked tasting his boyfriend better. He loved tasting Draco raw.

Lucius rolled his eyes at the 'adorable' couple and leaned back on his armchair.

Draco moaned in the kiss, running his hands up to Harry's hair to grab at it and slowly pull it back. Harry let out a small whimper as he moved his hands down to Draco's waist.

Narcissa watched the boys in amusement while slowly sipping a cup of tea Misky gave her on a tray and waited until the perfect time to stop the two snogging boys. Draco ended the sweet kiss and leaned his head on Harry's shoulder.

"What kind of music, and what would we play music on?" Lucius asked as he was suddenly glad the snogging was over. Even though he really loved seeing his son enjoying himself. It really gave him a new feeling; was it pride or something else? He doesn't know but he liked it.

Harry stared at Lucius in disbelief. He knows the man wouldn't have any muggle music players, but he was sure they'd have something. "Surely you have a music player or something?"

"We have a gramophone," Draco tells him with a small lazy smile, knowing how old it is. "It's old but it works."

"Have any Christmas music then?" Harry asked curiously. He would hope they have some kind of wizard Christmas music. Lucius shook his head, and Harry groaned and collapsed back on the couch.

"I could go and see Fred and George and find out if they have any Christmas music for their Music Player," said Harry. He knew they wouldn't mind as long as he does bring it back in one piece.

"Alright," Lucius said with a sigh. As long as he doesn't have to back to the Burrow. He didn't mind the place, it just had too much of a homey feeling to it. "And I could summon the gramophone."

Harry looked from Lucius to Narcissa, wondering who'll let him go back to the Weasley's. "Who'll take me back to the Weasley's?"

"That'll be me," Narcissa said, smiling and held her arm out for Harry. "Come along now, Harry." Harry gave Draco a quick kiss before jumping off the couch, forgetting his stomach is full, and rushed after Narcissa.

Draco smiled at his departing boyfriend and closed his eyes. "Love you," he mumbled softly and forgot he wasn't the only one in the room.

Lucius gave his son a smile and curiously asked, "Was that for me?"

Draco shrugged, "Whatever." His own father should know that he loves him, he doesn't exactly need to tell him. But he knows that he should. It's his father after all.

Lucius scoffed at his son with displeasure, "Rude!" He would like his own son to tell him he loves him. It's what sons and fathers should be telling each other. Isn't it?

"Whatever," Draco repeated with a smirk. He loves these father-son talks that he rarely gets. Even if they're quite rare.

Lucius sighed at his son and summoned the gramophone from the shelf. He smiled at his son and sent a Tickle Spell his way. Draco burst into laughter at the spell and pleaded to make it stop multiple times. Lucius sighed in defeat and cast the counter-spell on his son. He does love his son, so much. Why wouldn't he? He reminds him more of Narcissa than of himself.

"Love you too, father," Draco said while giving his father a lopsided smile. He wonders how long it has been since he told his father that he loves him. Merlin, he hoped he has done sometime this year.

"I love you too, Draco," said Lucius softly. This is just such a powerful moment that he can sense between him and his son. He rarely gets father-son time. This is quite nice.

"We're becoming Hufflepuffs now, father," Draco said with a quick grin, but really, he didn't mind it. Cedric was a decent guy and he was a Hufflepuff. "Tickles, laughs, and I love you's."

"I know, but who cares. It's just a house," Lucius said after all and Draco looked at him in disbelief. Lucius continued with a frown, "My father said to me back in 1972 that being kind is weak. That being in love is weak. But it's not. I ask for forgiveness again for placing such bias into your mind as a child."

"It's okay father, I forgive you," Draco said truthfully from the heart. He truly does. It means a lot to him that his father apologised. "Besides, I'm glad you did bring me up how you did."

"You are?" asked Lucius in surprise, and a little confused. He told his son how superior he was just for being a Pure-blood, and how Muggleborns should be slaved and killed.

"Of course, father," Draco assured him with a little nod. Why wouldn't he be glad? "Because if you hadn't, where would I be with Harry right now? Would we be best friends? Or would we have started dating in our second year? Or we probably wouldn't have even met. I don't know but I'm glad you raised me like this because I currently have Harry and I love him so much."

Lucius smiled as Harry and Narcissa entered the room hearing the conversation. He watched as Harry silently placed the colourful red and black Christmas albums on a table beside him. Narcissa had an odd-looking contraption in her arms that Lucius guessed was the music player.

Harry put his finger to his lips to gesture he doesn't want to be seen, tip-toed up to the couch Draco was laying on and jumped over the back of the couch on top of the Slytherin.

"And I love you so very much, Draco Malfoy." Harry leaned down and kissed his Slytherin boyfriend with all his heart, and Draco nearly screamed at first from the surprise which scared him, but he held it in once Harry's lips were on his own.

Lucius smiled at the two boys, with an actual fatherly smile plastered on his face. Narcissa smiled at her husband, knowing he was feeling the same feeling she felt to know that these two boys are just meant for each other. She levitated the Christmas disc's over to the music player and Harry put the first disc in.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Harry leaned out of the kiss. He hasn't danced with his boyfriend for a long time, not since school. It would be so romantic to dance with Draco on Christmas, though. "Dance with me, Draco Malfoy?"

Draco smiled with a nod, "I'd love to, Harry Potter.

"Terrific!" Harry pulled Draco up off the couch and led him to the open space near the Christmas tree for a dance.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Harry wrapped his arms loosely around Draco's neck while Draco snaked his arms around Harry's lower back. Draco looked behind him as his parents stared lovingly over at them but watched as they stood up and also started dancing together.

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me, baby
Do you recognize me?
Well, it's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
(Merry Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying, "I love you, " I meant it
Now, I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

Harry smirked and placed soft gentle kisses on Draco's lips. Draco eventually caught Harry's lips in his own slow, long, and passionate kiss while they danced slowly, foreheads bumping together.

On the other side of the room, slow dancing together was Narcissa and Lucius. Narcissa smiled over her husband's shoulder at the two dancing boys, "Do you think Harry would really be with Draco forever?"

"I don't know, Cissy," Lucius said with a smile. Though, deep down he hopes so as he absolutely loves the look Harry gives his son. The look of love. To him, that's the most wonderful thing in the world to see. "But I do hope so, they really are quite the couple."

Narcissa nodded. She most definitely agrees with her husband. "And adorable together," she added quietly.

Lucius sighed in downfall. He agrees truly. "Yes, I hate to admit, but they are adorable together."

Narcissa sighed cheerfully and leaned her chin on Lucius' shoulders and stared at the couple. "Just look at the way they smile at each other, look at each other, hug, snuggle and kiss each other. It's just...true love."

"I wouldn't know because I can't see them, Cissy," said Lucius, staring at the family portrait above the fireplace and looking out into the snowy grounds out the window. He would like to see them, to see the look on his son's face as well as Harry's but had his back facing the two boys.

Narcissa chuckled and slowly turned herself around so her husband could see the couple. Lucius couldn't help but smile at the boys when he saw them, his heart skipped a beat as his son kissed the Gryffindor's cheek while slow dancing. It was indeed a beautiful sight. "I see it now. It's..."

Narcissa cut him off, "Beautiful?"

"Yeah," Lucius sighed gleefully. He couldn't agree more. "Really beautiful."

Narcissa was so relieved that Lucius could see what she could see. It was really something to see her son and Harry together, looking so in love just like she and Lucius is. That reminded her. "I love you, Lucius," she tells him with a smile and turns her head to the side to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too, Narcissa," Lucius responded with his own smile, blushing a little pink at the affection from his wife.

"Now turn around," Narcissa said in a demanding tone as she wants to see her son and Harry again and to watch the beauty of the relationship. "I want to see the boys again."

"Gladly," Lucius drawled. "It's making me sick just looking at them." That was of course a lie, but he really didn't know how to respond to that. Yes, he really enjoyed seeing his son and Harry looking so in love and he also enjoys spending quality time with his family. How could he not?

Narcissa laughed, leaned away from the hug and kissed her husband.

Draco looked up at his parents and smiled as he slightly tightened his embrace around Harry and put his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. It was really amazing seeing his parents together again. It was lovely, a real treat and it was another thing besides being with Harry that makes him happy. "Look at them."

Harry turned himself and Draco 90 degrees so they both could see the parents. He smiled at them. He's never seen Molly or Arthur dance together, not even Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon. He removed the thought of his relatives out of his mind as he reminded himself that he was safe here, safe from the punishments, safe from his Uncle's beatings and safe from Dudley. "Do you think that'd be us in... I don't know...twenty years' time or something?"

"What?" asked Draco quietly, "Old and wrinkly?" He really was pondering about what Harry said, in twenty years' time where he and Harry would be. He doesn't know but he doesn't want to think of the future. He lives in the present, right now, and he will enjoy it as best as he could.

Harry laughed and shook his head. The lovely rude Slytherin side of his boyfriend is back. "No, you rude Slytherin, I meant... married..."

Draco sighed. He's been deeply thinking about marriage but has been trying to send those thoughts away. He doesn't want to think about marriage until he's around eighteen or twenty. "If only I had a ring..." he said with a grin.

"Well, you kinda do," Harry reminded him. His birthday ring, of course!

"Right," Draco said with a smile, fiddling with the ring on his finger. "That reminds me." He got down on one knee and took off the ring Harry got for his birthday. Harry smiled down at Draco and chuckled. He loves this Slytherin and how surprising yet odd he can be.

Draco rolled up Harry's Weasley sweater past his hand, held the black ring up with the emerald in the centre and stared up into sparkling emerald green eyes. "Harry James Potter, you are the best boyfriend a guy could ever have, you complete me, make me whole. You are my one and only. My love. My saviour. My beautiful boyfriend. So, I have these four words to say to you. Will you-"

"Oh, Merlin!" Narcissa whispered to her husband's ear with joy and her eyes widened. She just can't even believe what her son looks as if he's doing. "Lucius, you have got to see this!"

Lucius turned to look at what his wife was talking about. He stared at his son down on his knee with surprise and nearly let his jaw drop to the floor. "Merlin..."

"I know!" Narcissa whispered excitedly and cupped a hand over her mouth. But it just couldn't be what she thinks it is, right? She knew other pure-blooded families' children are mostly engaged at the age of 16, but after nearly a year would her son ask for marriage.

Draco cleared his throat as he knew his parents were staring at him and Harry. He looked up into beautiful green eyes and smiled adoringly. "Harry James Potter." Harry smiles with glowing cheeks. "I love you, Harry Potter, and I will do until the end of time itself has died. I don't care that you're the Harry Potter, the Golden Boy and the Wizarding World's Saviour. I care about my Harry Potter, the boy I fell in love with since meeting you in Madam Malkin's Robe shop. You have literally no idea how much I love you." He slid the ring on his boyfriend's index finger, stood up and kissed his cheek.

Harry smiled and blinked back the tears in his eyes. His heart is beating fast in his chest and that little speech from Draco is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard in his life ever. "That's a very long time for you to love me."

Lucius sighed in relief with his hand placed just above his heart. "Merlin! I thought I would have to plan a wedding in a couple of days' time." Harry and Draco laughed at Lucius and what he thought Draco was actually going to ask Harry.

"I don't think you'll be doing that for the next five years or so, Mr Malfoy," Harry said whilst smiling at his boyfriend's father. He really likes this family and has enjoyed every minute of his time with them. He hopes there will be more time to spend with them in the future.

"Oh," Lucius said while sounding a little disappointed. "Really? At 20?" He was hoping it could be sooner, like in three years' time. Oh well, when they are ready.

Harry shrugged. "Better than rushing to plan a wedding for tomorrow," he says with a smirk, now thinking about a wedding with Draco. He's never thought about marriage before. He never thinks about his future, except the job he wants to get. There are just so many opportunities!

Draco smiled at the thought of marrying Harry and kissed his cheek. "It most undeniably is!" It really sounds incredible but just not for the present. In fact, why in Merlin's name is everyone talking about marriage?

Narcissa sighed in disappointment. She was really looking forward to what she hoped was to come. "Don't scare me like that, Draco," she said seriously but also softly. "Or even fake it."

"Sorry mother," Draco said with a chuckle. He was actually hoping his parents didn't see the show. But oh well, sometimes it just happens. Narcissa shook her head at her son and walked out of the room.

"Is she actually...?" Harry had to ask. He hoped Narcissa was okay and not mad or anything.

Draco looked back at Harry and shook his head. He loves how his boyfriend really cares for his family members. "No, she's not hurt from my little show," he assures him. "It's cute how much you care for my family."

Harry sighed in relief and smiled at the compliment. When it had been a couple of silent and awkward seconds, he was feeling like running after her and making sure she really is okay. "Should someone go after her?"

Lucius smiled at Harry and how the Gryffindor obviously cares for his wife and walked off to find her.

Now Draco had Harry all to himself. Could his Christmas get any better? "Now, where were we?"

"What happened to the music?" asked Harry with curiosity, though he really wanted to get back to kissing and dancing with Draco. "It was on a minute ago..." Draco walked over to the music player and removed the disc and replaced it with another disc.

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is you

"All I want for Christmas is you, Harry Potter," Draco whispered with a kiss to the Gryffindor's cheek and Harry laughed and spun Draco around. Harry leaned in towards the Slytherin and kissed him slowly while rocking back and forth with his boyfriend to the Christmas song.

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day

"Ah, Father Christmas," Draco says lamely. "I saw some large muggle wearing a Santa costume back at that Church in Chippenham. He had a white beard and everything."

"He's what muggles believe give kids presents on Christmas Day," Harry said with a soft laugh. "Muggles don't believe in him after they turn a certain age. I remember one time when I was around five, waking up on Christmas night while Dudley was asleep and seeing Uncle Vernon dressed up in a Santa costume with a really big red sack full of presents. I even watched him put the presents under the Christmas tree. He even ate the cookies and carrots for his reindeer and drank the milk that Dudley left for him."

"Interesting..." Draco said while finding muggle Christmas things surprisingly fascinating. "Or maybe...that was actually Santa Claus you saw." Why would it be only one person? And one person can't deliver all the kids of the world presents in an entire night unless he uses the Floo.

Harry snorted. He doesn't believe in the man, not since he was 7. "Yeah right!" he said with disbelief. "I actually saw my name on a couple of presents he put under the Christmas tree but when I went down there in the morning as everyone woke up, there weren't any presents for me, and I swear I saw about five for me."

Draco frowned. He hoped Harry has been given presents before Hogwarts. "Did you ever get presents when you were younger?" he asked carefully, not wanting to trigger Harry in any way.

Harry shook his head with a frown and leaned into Draco for a hug. "Nope, I never got a single present. Not even for my birthday." He hated to admit that, but really, it was best to tell Draco this.

Draco kept the frown on his face and hugged Harry back like he could disappear from his touch. He is still pondering how such a sweet and innocent guy could be treated like this. "I'm so sorry you had to go through such a rough childhood, Harry."

"Don't be, Draco," Harry said sadly and sighed miserably. He swears he'll make sure his future kids are spoilt and get what they want unless they want something impossible to get like an aeroplane or a pet unicorn. He nudged his nose in Draco's neck and scented the Vanilla, so he kissed his Slytherin boyfriend's neck. Just the touch and smell of his boyfriend called him down a little. "It's just... how it was meant to be. Otherwise, perhaps, even if my mother and father didn't die... I could have become...something worse. I could have possible joined Voldemort's side. I don't know."

Draco chuckled sadly at the thought of Harry ever joining the Dark side which he knew would never happen, leaned out of the hug and cupped the boy's cheeks. "Oh, Harry Potter, my beautiful boyfriend," he responds softly. Harry smiled lovingly with a rising blush to his cheeks. "I love you so much, Harry, and I'll keep telling you that every single day of my mortal life."

"I love you so, so, much too, Draco," Harry says and cups his hands over Draco's hands which cupped his cheeks. "I'll also tell you that and how beautiful you are every single day of my mortal life. And, I don't care about your wealth, nor your father being a Death Eater-" Well, he does care about that but if Draco trusts his father, then Harry trusts him too.

"I love and care about you, Draco," Harry continued. "And yes, I love the insufferable git version of you that's hidden deep inside you." Draco laughed softly. "Why wouldn't I? I love both sides of you, the evil and the good. I find both sides of you beautiful and adorable in every way. I don't mind if you call Ron and Hermione 'Weasley, Weasel or Granger' because I find it adorable when those words come out of your mouth and I love you for it." And then Draco leaned in and kissed him slowly and passionately.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun

Harry smiles in the kiss and spun Draco around in tune to the song. He's really enjoyed this day so much. Draco laughed and deepened the kiss but without tongue.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air

Draco then spun Harry around and wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor's stomach. Harry smiled brightly and looked up into the blonde Slytherin's beautiful glimmering silver eyes, leaned up and kissed him again but slowly.

What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
That's the jingle bell rock

"Do you have any photo albums I can sneak a peek at?" Harry asked sweetly, wanting to see a little version of Draco all happy and excited. He'd love to see a tiny version of Draco in pictures and everything! Just like that portrait he met a day ago of that younger Draco, who's just so darn cute!

"No," Draco lied as he was not wanting Harry to see the embarrassing photos of himself as a kid. His portrait was embarrassing enough. He could still hear the 'You're really red' ringing in his ears.

"Oh, but he does," Narcissa walked back into the lounge room looking quite happy and she walked towards her cherry red chaise. She grabbed two large green and orange books which Draco recognised as his baby photo album from the dark wooden carved bookshelf to the side of the chaise.

"Mother, please," Draco said in dismay. Oh, this was not going to be fun. "Harry hardly wants to look at those," he added, the irritation clear in his voice. He certainly hoped Harry didn't actually want to look at them, anyway. There were one or two rather embarrassing pictures in there, and he knew he might never hear the end of it.

"Oh, don't be so silly, darling," Narcissa said haughtily, her tone telling him that no amount of arguing would divert her from her path. "You were just the most gorgeous child, and I think Harry needs to see the quality of our breeding stock."

"Oh," Harry said with a cheeky and amused grin, "Now I have to see them!" Draco swallowed nervously and felt himself shake with discomfort. Draco's eyes met Harry's, and an understanding passed between them. This was just one of those things that proud parents did, one of those things that Harry had never known, would never know.

"Come over here then, Harry!" Narcissa said with a smirk as she knew how embarrassed her son will be. Harry immediately walked over to Narcissa and sat with her on the grey couch.

Draco rolled his eyes and collapsed on the cherry red chaise, face-first into the cylindrical pillow with a loud groan. Here we go... down the roller coaster of embarrassment.

Misky even popped in with a ceramic tray of tea in a bone china teapot decorated in purple flowers. Surrounding the teapot were three bone china teacups on saucers with the same flower decoration.

Narcissa turned the pages slowly, regaling Harry with tales from their family history, introducing Malfoy ancestors as well as her own, pointing out people from the Black family tree and explaining their relationship to both herself and Sirius. It was a thoughtful touch, Draco mused, and he could see how interested Harry was in learning about his godfather's family.

For the most part, Harry remained silent as Narcissa spoke, his eyes glued to the moving pictures, a finger occasionally straying to trace just above the surface as tiny little Draco's tottered into the frame and pulled endearing faces at the camera. Draco looked at the familiar images of himself with practised detachment. He looked like a tiny angel, his hair such a pale, pale blond it was almost silvery-white, and his big, innocent grey eyes wide open with wonder at the world around him.

His mother lingered over her favourite snaps. The first was of Draco at St. Mungo's, on the day of his birth. He was a cuddly pink bundle, gurgling and pulling his face into funny expressions as his father held him up for the camera. The picture ran over and over again as Narcissa stared at it, and each time, Lucius gave the same guarded expression, and Draco wriggled out of his blanket so that he was naked for a brief flash, before being covered for decency by the seemingly enormous hand of his father.

Harry looked at the next photo of little Draco in the album and his heart melted. Seeing a baby version of Draco all snuggled up in a green blanket with the same little Dragon he saw the 6-year-old Draco in a portrait holding yesterday. "Aww!" Narcissa laughed girlishly and showed Harry the next photo of Draco.

The other favoured picture was of a toddling Draco, dressed in miniature robes and perfectly groomed, climbing in and out of a large wing-backed leather chair behind a huge lacquered desk. The top of Draco's fair head would appear above the edge of the desk and rise up slowly, secretly, almost, until his huge eyes peeped over the edge and then the rest of his face appeared. Draco could almost hear the sound of his childish giggling, although he didn't remember the photo being taken, or being in his father's hallowed study. Narcissa turned to the next page.

"Oh, my goodness!" Harry said with a chuckle of amusement. This is adorable! "He has a scar and everything!"

"A WHAT!" Draco hopped off the chaise and joined Harry and his mother. He leaned down and his face flushed in embarrassment as he saw the costume he was wearing.

Harry smiled and kissed his boyfriend's cheek. He knew that this is going to be such a memorable day. Seeing little versions of Draco really got to him and he treasured this memory so much. "You literally were dressed up as me! Sweet, Draco. Very adorable."

That just made Draco blush. He grunted and leaned his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry just laughed at his boyfriend and kissed his forehead. He looked back at the photo album as Narcissa kept flipping through the pages.

Narcissa smiled at the next picture. She remembers this day quite well. "And here's Draco in the park learning how to fly on his Comet 290."

Harry then smiled at the moving pictures he was shown up until Draco's eleventh birthday. He picked out his favourite picture of an eleven-year-old Draco smiling poshly at the camera with his head held high wearing a dark green kid-sized turtleneck sweater. He couldn't see what the younger Draco was wearing for pants as the picture only showed from the waist and up. He looked beside him at his boyfriend and ran his hands through the blonde hair.

Draco looked up into green eyes and smiled. Harry showed Draco the picture and kissed the Slytherin's cheeks. "This one's a charming photo."

Draco stares at his eleven-year-old self in the picture. He remembered getting that photo taken, it was quite a busy day filled with shopping for his first year of Hogwarts. "How so?"

"You're smiling, and it's the year I met you," Harry said softly, thinking how it's such a beautiful picture. "The year I first saw those beautiful silver eyes of yours." Quickly, he dove down for a kiss. Butterflies. That's all he could feel in his stomach and he loved how Draco had that effect on him.

Narcissa smiled at the two. This is most definitely her most favourite Christmas she's ever had in her entire life.

As the album followed Draco's development, so it reflected life at Malfoy Manor. It was all too evident when the happy-go-lucky little dot that darted around his mother's robes and jumped in her lap for hugs and kisses grew a haunted, fearful look, his delicate face marred by tension and mistrust.

Many of the pictures taken around the time Draco first started home-school at four or five showed him standing rigidly, unmovingly, a tiny ghost hidden in the shadow of his father's robes. Narcissa tried to turn the pages faster, making excuses for the sombre expressions but Harry stilled her hand, a wrinkle forming between his brows as he looked at little Draco, living in terror in his own home, far beyond the help of his mother, who was powerless to stand against her husband.

When the second album was closed once again, they all sat for long moments, lost in their own thoughts, the atmosphere growing maudlin and oppressive. Narcissa snapped them all out of it with an affectation of excitement as she described her week to come. Draco felt himself fight to slough off the unpleasant feelings dredged up by the photographs, wondering fleetingly why his mother had done this thing.

His childhood was laid bare before Harry and surely the only consequence of that would be a pity he didn't want or need. He felt disturbed and out of sorts, and he barely noticed when his own father looked into the room for a second. Harry had to tap his knee to get his attention, and he dragged himself out of the sofa slowly, wincing as his over-stuffed body protested at the exercise.

Harry and Draco stood side by side in the hallway, sharing hugs and kisses with each other. They stayed standing there, just staring at the vacant fireplace. Neither one moved for long moments.

Draco eventually turned and faced Harry, seeing an unreadable expression looking back at him. It was perhaps thoughtful, troubled even. Feeling unaccountably concerned, Draco pulled Harry into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and pecking a light kiss on his ear. Harry hugged him back. In fact, it was less a loving embrace than him clinging onto the last solid thing in existence, trying not to get swept away or disappear forever. As disturbed as he himself felt, Draco found himself wanting to comfort Harry, to reassure him, keep him safe. Not a word had passed between them, yet the atmosphere was palpable and Draco was growing more concerned with each passing second.

They pulled apart by unspoken mutual consent and rather than look at Draco, Harry bowed his head, reaching for Draco's hand instead and taking a comfortable hold on it before leading the way silently back to the couch. They lay on the sofa together, angled in towards each other, with Harry's head resting on Draco's shoulder, an arm hooked loosely over his waist.

We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year

Narcissa turned off the music player and checked the time with a silent "Tempus." Golden numbers floated out of her wand and showed it was around 4:00 in the evening. She pointed her wand at the photo that Harry placed on her chaise and cast an 'accio' charm on it, the photo zoomed into her grasp so she could put it safely back in the photo albums and send the books back to the bookshelf where it's kept safe and sound.

Harry let a slow smile come across his face as he kissed Draco. When he leaned out, he couldn't stop smiling and staring down at the boy beneath him and brushed a hand through soft blonde hair. He then looked over at Narcissa with a cheeky grin, "Got any chocolate?"

Draco smirked at what he knew Harry meant and already started gripping the Gryffindor's arse cheeks. He moved his hands up to the rim of Harry's pants and slowly slid them in until he could get a hold of the Gryffindor's arse cheeks. Harry tried not to gasp as Draco's hands just feel so amazing on his skin.

"You can ask the house-elves for a bowl of chocolate," Narcissa suggested to them. She was unsure as to why Harry would want chocolate when an hour ago he was as full as a chicken with stuffing. "Why? Aren't you full though?"

Harry smirked and said in a low voice, "Not for your son." He could feel the sexual vibe coming from Draco also. It was already making him hard and turning him on.

Narcissa furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at what Harry was saying about her son.

Harry hopped off the couch with Draco and headed into the kitchen which they had to walk to the other side of the manor to get. Draco called out for the elves, and when Misky appeared, he asked her for a bowl of runny chocolate. With a nod, the elf popped out of the boy's sight but then popped back to them with a small grey bowl of runny chocolate. Harry's eyes laid on the perfect runny looking chocolate substance. He grinned, thanked the elf with Draco and they rushed hastily up to Draco's room.

As they were safely inside Draco's room, Harry locked the door, walked over to the bed, and placed the bowl down on the green sheets and looked at Draco with a nervy smile. He walked up to Draco and kissed him hard. Harry's tongue is filthy and ever-moving; he licks hotly into Draco's mouth, uses his teeth roughly, sucks on Draco's lip so hard it hurts and will probably be red in the morning.

Draco allows the assault for a few moments—in truth, he barely knows how to react to his overwhelming senses—before returning Harry's violence with his own. He grips handfuls of Harry's hair, tangling his fingers through it and yanking hard on Harry's scalp as Harry scrapes his tongue with his teeth and pulls Draco's shirttails out of his trousers, then begins working on his front buttons. Faintly, Draco hears the tear of fabric as his shirt is shoved from his shoulders and Harry's hands are so hot they feel feverish wherever he touches him; pressing on the small of Draco's back, gripping the jut of his hipbone, tweaking his nipple roughly. Draco moans into Harry's mouth, feverish too, and undoes his flies, desperate for skin contact, for touch, for more.

Harry teasingly ended the kiss and walked backwards a few feet. He stripped off his shirt and pulled down his pants until he was only in his boxers. He grabbed the container from the bed, opened the lid and dipped three fingers in it, feeling the oozing chocolate cover his fingers. He placed the container back on the bed and walked back over to Draco, running his chocolate fingers over Draco's lips. Draco grunted, grabbed Harry's wrist, and sucked off the chocolate on Harry's index finger.

Harry leaned his head back and moaned before using the other hand to rub at his prick. Draco smirked and took in the three fingers coated in chocolate and sucked them clean.

Harry grabbed the container, pulled down his boxers and watched Draco's reaction. Draco gave a side-smile at what Harry was about to do. He watched Harry coat his dick with chocolate from the container. Draco pulled down his trousers until he was only in his boxers and immediately kneeled down in front of Harry, watching the scene with amusement. He was supposed to do the coating, as he asked just yesterday but he didn't mind at all. This was very amusing and was making him hungry and aroused.

Harry winked at Draco after finishing coating himself in chocolate. Draco took that as a 'finished' gesture and placed one hand on Harry's bare hip, and wrapped the other back around Harry's chocolate-coated dick, moving his hand down to the base and then taking the flushed chocolatey head into his mouth. He ran his lips wetly over the head, kissing and licking as he went, tracing his tongue over the slit and under the crown, his eyes closed and his mouth guiding him. He was loving it, how chocolatey Harry tasted – even if he prefers him raw.

Draco delighted in the whines and gasps that he heard coming from above him. He moved his mouth a bit further down on Harry's dick, his jaw stretched to accommodate him, the weight of Harry's length heavy on his tongue. He felt his mouth filling with saliva and chocolate, but he had no intention of pulling off, so he swallowed instead. Above him, Harry let out a curse, his dick twitching inside Draco's mouth.

Eventually, Harry's free hand found its way into Draco's hair, his grip tightening and letting go periodically, he knew Draco would hate to have chocolate in his hair but reckoned it'd look sexy. Every sound that fell from his parted lips spurring Draco on.

Draco felt comfortable on his knees, all of his attention focused on Harry, all of his senses tuned in to Harry's moans and touches, to the way Harry's dick dripped pre-cum into his mouth when he swallowed, to the way that Draco could feel Harry's whole body quivering every time he moved.

Draco was entranced, now sucking gently on the head of Harry's chocolatey dick while he felt Harry's grip tighten harshly in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. It was a pleasurable pain that made the hairs stand up on Draco's arms, a swooping sensation in his stomach.

Above him, Harry was swearing. Affirmations pouring out of him in a never-ending stream, his grip on Draco's messy hair unyielding. "y - yes, Draco, bloody fucking -"

When Harry came, he didn't give Draco any warning. His come thickly coating Draco's tongue and the back of his throat, his dick pulsing against Draco's palate. Draco tried to swallow it all down, coughing slightly as he finally pulled off. "Beautiful. Just beautiful."

Harry grinned and pulled Draco up to his feet. He was excited and wanted to be inside this bloke or the other way around. He didn't mind. "Now for the best part."

Draco smirked and took off his boxers, throwing them to the other side of the bedroom. Harry uses his shirt to clean off the chocolate. Draco frowned and kneels down again to lick the head of Harry's prick again, missing the chocolatey taste. Harry rolls his eyes with a little moan and pulls Draco back up to his feet with a grin.

Harry wrestles him down onto the bed, stretching out on top of him and kissing him hard. His hands are searching as well, moving up Draco's armpits and down his back. Harry chokes out a ragged groan as Draco's finger slips into the cleft at the top of his arse. Draco wrapped a greedy hand around Harry's dick. He jerks it frantically—Harry is hard again and feels so fucking good filling up his palm.

Draco can't even bother to be surprised because his whole body is on fire and Harry's dick is perfect in his hand, flush and stiff and leaking. He wants it in his mouth again, but Harry won't stop kissing him long enough so that Draco can slide down his body. Harry kisses his mouth until it feels raw, then bends over Draco's neck, using his teeth as though Draco is a well-cooked steak. He bites down hard, and Draco gives a startled cry but arches into it, into the pain and the all-consuming force of Harry's hunger.

Harry licks as he bites, tongue travelling down to sweep his collarbones, the tendons of his throat, the sensitive skin underneath his ears. Draco will be bruised and maybe even bloody in the morning, but he doesn't care, he doesn't, because Harry's dick is pressing against his, rutting into his erection uncontrollably. Draco thrusts up against him, worming a hand between them again to wrap his fingers as far around both of their dicks at once as he can manage, pulling hard and tight as Harry goes lower still, catching Draco's nipple in his mouth. Draco's hand starts to work faster over them, but he chokes off a cry when Harry grabs it away, leaving him breathless and aching, and pins both of his wrists to the mattress.

"Harry," Draco gets out before his mouth is covered again. Harry rocks against him, sure and solid for all his lack of finesse, his dick a heavy, sticky slide over Draco's as their pre-come mingles and smears over their skins. Draco winds his legs around Harry's hips, rocking in time with him, closer and closer. When Harry wrenches his mouth and form away from Draco's shuddering body and flips him over, flat on his stomach—one smooth motion—leaving him dizzy and gasping.

He presses his cheek to the sheets of the bed and tries to rise up on his knees, but Harry keeps him pinned, one unrelenting hand flat between Draco's shoulder blades.

"Feeling less powerful, do you?" Harry asked breathlessly. He remembered one of their shags and how utterly unpowerful he felt against this beautiful Slytherin bloke. "This is exactly how I felt when we shagged back in 4th year, my beautiful prince."

Draco feels his first trickle of uncertainty through his overwhelming arousal—they've never done it like this, so fast, where Draco has no control over the speed or the motion or even himself—but he shoves it away as Harry mumbles something, too quiet to hear over the roaring in his ears, and suddenly Draco's hole is slick and loose.

Harry strokes his rim with two fingers, a circling press, and then they slide inside, quick, and easy. Again, Draco tries to scramble up, using his hands or his knees or anything to get closer as Harry stabs into him with two fast fingers which press against his prostate on each drive-in.

Harry climbs on top of him and his fingers shift, quick and rough, and Draco bucks backwards with what little leverage he has as Harry brackets his upper thighs with his own removes his fingers with a squelching noise and replaces them with the swollen head of his dick.

Draco sucks in short, sharp little pants of breath as Harry's erection pushes into his hole. He can take it, he knows, but the angle is so different it adds a new dimension of ache while simultaneously bringing Harry's prick in direct contact with his prostate. His thighs are pressed tight together between Harry's legs and as Harry bottoms out in him, he can feel the coarse curls at his groin rasp against the curve of his arse cheeks. He tightens them, already pressed together but for Harry's dick in between and finally, finally, Harry starts fucking him, pulling out too far and then pressing forward too fast and all of it is too much of everything so Draco closes his eyes until pinpricks of light shine behind him as he writhers, lost in waves of pleasure. After every few pumps into him, Harry shoves deeper still and grinds against him, rolling his hips.

Draco tries to participate but all he can do is rub his cock against the soft fabric of the sheets beneath him every time the force of Harry's thrusts rocks him forward. It feels amazing and not enough until Harry grabs his hair and lifts Draco's head as he rides him. Draco reaches back blindly with his arms, wanting to touch him, but Harry lets go of his hair and capture Draco's wrists again, bending him backward slightly from the shoulders. His muscles stretch, protest, but Draco only hears himself say, "Yes, yes, oh Merlin, Harry, you're so beautiful, please," as Harry's fingers stroke down to clamp over Draco's nipple again, spearing zings of shock through his dragging shaft, his penetrated arse, and his balls, which throb with an impending release.

Then Harry mumbles, "Want you so much, Draco. You're so gorgeous," in a cracking, broken voice and Draco hears himself sob, his dick jerking as Harry pounds into his prostate. His climax is torn from him as violently as his shirt was and he comes in long, pulsing spurts all over the bedsheets. Harry releases Draco's wrists and he falls forward, catching himself barely on his palms before his face hits the sheets, then lowers himself to lie docilely, almost dreamily limp, against the mattress as Harry's hips pick up speed again and the sound of slapping flesh and Harry's desperate grunting fills the room.

Harry's breath stutters hard and he stills, then a warm wash of fluid fills Draco. He's so loose and Harry comes so much that he can feel it leaking out of him even before Harry softens, his dick jerking and twitching as he spills, his hands now tender on Draco's waist. Draco can feel tremors coursing through him as Harry carefully pulls out and then stretches out on top of him for a minute, the long length of him pressed against Draco as his heart slowly returns to a normal speed.

Draco lay there still, on the bed and feeling so amazing. He couldn't believe Harry had taken over and became dominant. Merlin... He let out an "Mmm'" in the blankets, crawled over to the pillows and collapsed on them.

Harry chuckles. He leans closer and kissed Draco's mouth, then winces. "God, I'm going to feel this tomorrow." When Draco opens his mouth to say something smart, Harry shakes his head. "Not as much as you will, fine." He pauses, then strokes a fingertip down Draco's spine. "Did I hurt you?"

"It was remarkable," Draco says simply on a yawn.

Harry smiled lovingly and enjoyed the beautiful sight before him. He pulled up the blankets over his naked boyfriend and himself. "I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"I love you too, Harry James Potter," Draco muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes and felt like giving into sleep.

Harry snuggled under the blankets and moved closer to Draco, edging his leg in between Draco's thighs. Harry smiled at the yawn Draco made, "I hope you had a Merry Christmas."

"Oh, it definitely was Merry all right," Draco whispered while slowly wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. Cling to Harry time. All-day, every day.

Harry chuckled but then hesitated as he had to tell Draco something of utter importance. "Draco?"

"Mm?" said Draco slowly. He feels so damn wonderful as he was just fucked by the most beautiful wizard alive.

"Thank you," Harry said softly, smiling at the exhausted Slytherin whose arse he penetrated with his cock.

Draco opened his eyes and stared deeply into emerald green, curious. "What for?"

"Thank you for coming into my life," Harry starts off, knowing that if it wasn't for Draco, he would probably be dead. "You have no clue how happy you make me. Thank you for everything you've done for me, for being my best friend when I needed it the most, for helping me through my depression as much as you can, for never giving up on me, for being there with me every step of the way, for taking me to the appointments and even arranging me appointments with Snape and for loving me when I need it and you the most. So, thank you, Draco Malfoy, for everything."

Draco smiled brightly. His heart was fluttering in his chest from the speech Harry gave him. He felt really happy and devoted to what Harry said and didn't know how to thank him. "Thank you, Harry Potter, for that beautiful speech," he said, bumping foreheads with Harry. "You haven't any idea how happy you make me, how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how much I want to help you fight through your problems, how much-

Harry kissed him with a smile. "Good night, Draco."

"Night Harry," says Draco and yawns slowly. "Just know that I meant what I said to you."

"I know," Harry responded as he lay his head down on the pillow. "Love you."

"I love you too," Draco said as he closed his eyes and instantly drifted off into sleep.

*****

Harry woke with a tired yawn, smiling as he remembered everything that happened yesterday. He would have loved to go back in time and visit yesterday again but he just couldn't and wouldn't. He loved making memories with Draco and hoped that he'll make millions more with the Slytherin in the future. So, he just lay there, listening to his boyfriend's slow silent breathing while contemplating about how undeniably lucky he is. He doesn't want to think that he doesn't deserve Draco, though those negative thoughts were fighting their way into his mind but he pushed them away. Sometimes he wonders if it's all a dream, but by touching the Slytherin's warm pale face he knows that it's thankfully not.

At times, he pondered what his life would be like if he never became friends with Draco. Sometimes his thoughts darkened, and he pictured himself already dead, or about to kill himself because of how lonely and depressed he was. A lifeless corpse in a grave next to two headstones that read 'Lily and James Potter'. And on his own headstone read, 'Harry Potter. The boy who lived but chose to die. Loved by many friends and family members.'

He also imagined a life without magic. Waking up on his eleventh birthday again and never having his Hogwarts letter sent to him, or even Hogwarts never existing. Would he have kept going to muggle school, dealt with the abuse and the bullying at school and perhaps made friends just like Ron and Hermione? And even if that came true, how long did he think he'd live for before he had enough of it all? He thought that maybe by age 13 or 14 that he'd have enough of that life and kill himself. Yeah, that sounded about right as he'd have nothing to live for, no great friends, no amazing boyfriend to love, no...

Harry was brought out of his depressing thoughts as Draco stirred in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. Harry smiled down at the blonde Slytherin, loving waking up next to this angelic boy every morning. It was literally his heaven. His white-blonde-haired angel, with a bad boy side, that he just adored and found utterly hot. He sometimes wondered if he was dead and that he is in heaven but the silent heartbeat inside him and the little snores coming from beside him assured that he wasn't in a dream and wasn't in heaven.

He rose his hands above the bed sheets and studied the butterfly-covered arm. White faint cuts were all he could see, and he really wished he could make more but didn't want to disappoint Draco or Hermione and Ron. It'd just make him feel worse and more guilty, so he'd just make more cuts. He shook all these negative thoughts out of his head, well, tried to at least and snuggled up close to his Slytherin boyfriend. His heart melted as he saw a smile form on Draco's lips, knowing he probably woke him up.

"I love you," the Slytherin whispered. He was right, he felt utterly clingy this morning and all he wanted to do was stay in bed with his boyfriend who fucked him into oblivion last night.

Harry smiled warmly and placed a gentle kiss on those warm soft lips he loves. "I love you too." He could tell how much his boyfriend was clingy, it was like a vibe but a physical vibe. He loved a clingy Draco, really loved it. Draco's eyes shot open and he stared deeply into pools of emeralds and Harry brushed a strand of blonde hair away from those vibrant silver eyes. "How did you sleep?"

"Amazing," Draco said breathlessly with a big smile. "As always when you're in my bed." He just feels so good, and amazing and... Oh, he is so much in love with this Gryffindor wizard.

Harry kissed the Slytherin again softly with a smile. "How's that hot body of yours?" he asked as his forehead touched Draco's forehead and thought about last night's fun and how Draco kept moaning his name.

"Arse is sore, but it's always worth it," whispered Draco, smirking at how wonderful Harry makes him feel when penetrating his arse with that thick hard cock of his. He brought his hands up from under the sheets and ran them up and down Harry's sides.

"You always say that," Harry said with a lopsided grin. He leaned back down on the bed but on his side, so he faced the Slytherin.

"That's because it's true, Harry," Draco propped his head up with his fist, the other hand reaching over and caressing the Gryffindor's cheek. "How's your sexy body on this fine morning?"

"It's all right," said Harry truthfully with a quick nod of his head. "Bloody Exhausted, but it's fine."

"Good." Draco leaned closer and snuggled up to Harry to keep warm. He placed his head on top of the Gryffindor's shoulder and sighed happily. "Because last night was heavenly."

"It most certainly was, my love," Harry says and put his arms around Draco. He kissed the Slytherin's forehead and Draco smiled. Then something he remembered popped up in his head. The date. "So, when's this date going to be?"

"Anytime you want, my darling Harry," Draco tells him while thinking of what he and Harry could possibly do on this date and where they'll go. He gave a kiss to Harry's shoulder before leaning the side of his head back down on it.

"Today?" Harry asked eagerly. He'd love to go out with his boyfriend today since he hasn't been on a date since... forever! And he hopes that in the future he and Draco will make up for the dates they haven't been on. Like perhaps an actual date in Paris, or Australia. Just somewhere where the memory will exist forever.

"Of, course," Draco whispered while not wanting to let go of the cuddling session but knew his stomach would start rumbling in a matter of minutes. "Now, I'm sure breakfast's waiting for us downstairs." Harry nodded with a tired sigh and leaned over for a quick kiss before hopping out of bed and making his way to Draco's walk-in wardrobe.

Draco chuckled as he watched his naked boyfriend walk into his closet. He tried to sit up but hissed from the pain from his arse. He did manage to sit up but found it uncomfortable. How will he survive today? He knew Harry had to deal with this bloody pain when they lost their virginity to each other. Merlin, the poor thing. He did recall seeing the slight pain in the Gryffindor's face in the Great Hall after that beautiful night but thought it had something to do with his depression.

But even though he had been shagged by Harry multiple times, this time he felt as if Harry went to the full extent as he was entirely sore. He slowly removed himself off the bed with another hiss of pain. He stretched out his arms, legs and yawned before heading into his closet to get dressed.

Dressed, Harry in a dark green long-sleeved top with jeans which Draco recommended he wear because it brought out his eyes, and Draco wore a red turtleneck sweater with black trousers as Harry said the red sweater made Draco's silver eyes look almost hazel, they headed down to the dining room. When they entered, the overwhelming smell of waffles and pancakes filled their nostrils and they immediately sat down with the two adults.

But of course, Draco was having trouble sitting on the wooden dining table seats. Lucius and Narcissa sent worrying looks towards their son, but as Draco gave them both reassuring smiles, they nodded and continued with eating breakfast.

Harry reached for a pancake but froze as he heard Lucius ask, "Did you have fun last night?"

Draco snorted as he grabbed a waffle, "Define fun, father." Surely his parents didn't hear him and Harry last night, right? They weren't too loud. He was sure of that. Unless he was the one to make the noise.

"Never mind..." Lucius said with a roll of his eyes. He could literally hear his son moaning, grunting and whatever else last night when he was trying to get some sleep. In correction, his beauty sleep. It was weird, even Narcissa giggled because of it last night.

Harry snapped back into reality, grabbed the pancake he wanted and sprinkled some maple syrup over the top of it. "So, Mr Malfoy," he started with a smile. "I forgot to ask you how you know what Grace is." If he took a random guess, he would say the priest that Mr Malfoy was talking to yesterday probably introduced him to the topic, but Harry wanted to know a bit more of what Mr Malfoy was told.

"The nice priest from the church talked to Narcissa and me about it," Lucius tells him as he poured some blackberry syrup onto his pancake with a spoon from a small bowl of dark blue syrup in the centre of the table. "It was strange learning what muggles do but it was intriguing." He looked up at Harry with a genuine smile. "I even learnt how to do the Trinitarian Formula."

"The trini-what-a formula?" Draco asked, confused. It sounded like some sort of spell but how could muggles know of wizarding spells?

"In the name of the father." Lucius tapped his middle finger on his forehead. "The son." He tapped his middle finger to his chest. "And the Holy Spirit," he said while tapping his left shoulder and then his right. "Amen."

"Ohhhh! The cross formation," Harry said with an understanding nod while cutting another piece of his pancake up to eat a piece. He knows the Trinitarian Formula is a very Christian thing to do before and after praying. He saw it during the Church Special yesterday.

"The Malfoy family's becoming Christian," Draco said with a shake of his head in disbelief and a long sigh. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. But he doesn't want to worship some muggle god. "What's next? Going to church every Sunday?"

"We could do it if you want to," Narcissa says but didn't actually mean it. She wouldn't mind that idea though. She has a lot of time on her hands anyway and it gets boring alone at the manor while Draco and Harry are at school. She'd like something new to do.

"Um... no thank you," Draco said quickly with a sarcastic chuckle. He knew he would more than likely fall asleep in church while listening to whatever the priest was going on about. It was fine though, as long as Harry was there so he can rest his head on his shoulder and fall asleep. Like what he did yesterday.

Harry smirked at the sarcasm from his boyfriend and kissed his cheek with sticky syrup lips. Draco grunted from the stickiness from Harry's lips but liked it anyway. "Say," Harry said hesitantly, poking Draco in the arm. "We still haven't gone on that date yet." Draco smiled down at his pancake.

"Oh, where are you two heading off to?" asked Narcissa, a little curious about what Harry might have planned for her son. She smiled at her son's smile and how seeing him so happy really makes her feel special.

Harry shrugged, not really knowing where he wants to take Draco but wants it to be a really great memorable day. As he ate a piece of pancake, he smiled at the thought of taking Draco everywhere in the world though that would actually be Draco's job as he's been to more places than Harry.

"And how are you planning on getting to this place?" Lucius asked curiously, stabbing his fork into a pancake piece and Narcissa nodded at the question.

"A bus," Harry said as a joke. Obviously, he wouldn't take a bus or a taxi in case Draco somehow gets scared of it, but he doesn't think that would happen.

"So, this bus... you will use it to travel to town?" Lucius then asked, and all Harry did was grin. "And if you are thinking of going to a town, what town are you travelling to?"

"Chippenham," Draco interrupted with a smile. He'd like to explore that little town a bit more. "Harry and I would like to go to Chippenham for our date." Harry looked at him with a smile.

"You know we can just apparate you two there," Narcissa suggests to them simply, her smile growing. Why didn't they think of apparition at first? "No need for the muggle way."

"If that's alright with you, Narcissa, then sure," Harry says as he pours some orange juice into the silver goblet to the side of him. He had to make sure that she wants to and doesn't mind the journey into the muggle world.

Narcissa gave her son's boyfriend an assuring smile and Harry knew for a fact that she didn't mind at all. "It's not a problem at all," she tells him gently. "You'll just have to tell me when you'll like to be picked up and from where."

"How about apparating Harry and I back to that church so we can do some exploring of the town of Chippenham?" Draco asked directly and he looks beside him at Harry. He wanted to see more of the small historical town with Harry. It'll be a part of the date.

"And you can pick us up at around 1:30 in the afternoon if you don't mind," Harry added after finishing his last pancake and gulping down the rest of his juice.

Narcissa nodded at them. She'd love to drop the boys off and she trusts them both to look after one another out there in the big world. And it gives her and Lucius some alone time.

"Grrreat," Draco said, rolling the 'r' with a smile and Harry could see the excitement in his boyfriends face. "It's a date."

After breakfast, they decided to head to the manor's library to do some reading. The large dark shadowy room, filled with parallel dirt brown coloured bookshelves as tall as two doors on top of one another had thousands of books from the history of all the magical schools, the dark arts, charms, potions. Just everything a wizard or witch would need was in this library.

"Merlin," Harry emitted a small gasp in surprise at the large room. The room was at least twice the size of the Great Hall. "You and your family must love reading."

Draco shrugged. He knows his mother likes to read a bit, but his father? Not so much. "Nobody's been in here for months it seems... and reading's fine, I guess," he tells him, knowing it's been weeks since he last read a decent book besides a school book. "I'm no bookworm but I sometimes like to indulge myself in a book every once in a while. Even muggle books can be interesting."

"Draco Malfoy, you surprise me every day," Harry said lightly while intertwining their hands and gently kissing Draco's cheek. Draco smiled from the loving gesture, brought their intertwined hands up to his mouth and kissed Harry's palm.

They sat down on a large black cushioned couch which was situated at the end of the library near a bookshelf filled with Pure-blood family history. Eventually, Draco showed Harry the Malfoy family tree, which was hidden behind the same bookshelf about the history of Pure-bloods from pulling down the book with the Malfoy crest on the binder.

Harry looked at all Draco's ancestors and he looked down Lucius' line until he got to Draco. He smiles at his boyfriend's handsome face until Draco rolled his eyes and began telling him of his ancestors.

And after the long boring History lesson about the Malfoy name (which Harry found very amusing), they headed back to the black couch. Harry found a romantic novel named 'On Earth with It's Nature, We're Briefly Gorgeous' and decided to read it because it just sounded intriguing, as it was about a gay couple, and one of the males worked on a farm and the other worked for the Ministry of Magic.

But as Harry was halfway through Chapter 19 out of 385, Draco started reading Harry a muggle book that Ivy had lent him. 'Beautiful Creatures' was its name, and Harry started nodding off into sleep as Draco finished the 15th chapter. But Draco still read to Harry, even if he knew Harry was fast asleep because it was really relaxing having someone you love lay down next to you while you read.

As the clock stuck at 11:00, Draco woke the sleeping Harry up as it was nearly time for their date. They rushed excitingly through the halls, trying to find Narcissa in the large Malfoy estate. Finally, after minutes of searching, they found her silently reading in the lounge room on her cherry-red chaise.

Narcissa smiled at the two boys, knowing exactly why they came to find her. "Both ready to go?" she asked, and the two boys nodded eagerly as they strolled through the halls of the manor until they were out the front door, practically running towards the large black gates.

Narcissa laughed at the overexcited boys, feeling like she has two young sons who want to go to the park to play for a while. As she felt the two boy's arms latch onto her own, she slipped a couple of dollar notes into Draco's trouser pocket just for an emergency even though she knew they'd already had some money for themselves. As soon as she, Draco and Harry were out of the wards of the manor, she apparated them back to John Coles Park in Chippenham.

Draco gave his mother a kiss on the forehead as a thank you. "Back here, 1:30 pm," he tells her, and Narcissa nodded and apparated back to the Manor.

Harry and Draco exchanged excited looks as they looked over the trees in the distance of the church's steeple. With intertwined hands, they headed back towards the church but kept going as they saw historical buildings and shops nearing them.

They strolled down the streets, only seeing a few people out and about as they all would be at the markets. Every five meters, on either side of the boys, had black streetlamps with hanging red and pink rose bushes in small flower baskets.

Draco didn't know if he were allowed to pick a rose off the hanging bush, but he would have so he could give it to Harry for something special. But everything special he already has, and he was standing right beside it. Well, standing right beside him.

They decided to explore the little historical town for a while until it was close to lunchtime. Harry just loved the little town; it was a bit like Little Winging but much entertaining and amusing. He even found it incredible how there were still horse-drawn carriages moving in and out of the little town, and even horse riders galloping along the town's centre.

"This place is just...so cute!" he said, smiling at the little shops, restaurants, and historical buildings of the town. He's never seen anything quite like it. It was like going back in time to the olden days, except for a few currently new 21st century cars parked on the side of the road.

"Yeah," Draco said with a sigh. He couldn't have agreed more. "But it's not the only cute thing here." He winked at Harry and got the reaction he loves to see from the boy and that was blushing cheeks.

Harry blushed and smiled at the compliments. He playfully shoved Draco with a chuckle, "Dracooo, Stoooop!"

"I'll never stop, Harry Potter," Draco said sweetly with his own little shove at Harry. He loves playful fights. "Because it's true." How could he not smile at this guy? He's such an amazing bloke that he wants to spend forever with. "It's hard not to kiss you when you're the most beautiful bloke in the entire world, you know."

Harry smiled at the Slytherin and brushed a few strands of blonde hair out of shining silver eyes. He then looked up at the big clock on one of the buildings, it read, 11:24. Time does fly when you're with someone you love.

A loud noise was heard from above them and Draco looked around in fear. It was nothing like he's ever heard before and it was just so loud. When he realised the sound wasn't coming from around him but above him, he looked up and saw a strange object moving through the sky. "What the sodding hell is that?!"

Harry looked up in the sky and saw the muggle thing flying up in the sky above the clouds. He laughed at his confused and horrified looking boyfriend. "You don't know what an aeroplane is?"

"What the hell is an aeroplane?" asked Draco at once while watching the thing in the sky disappear behind a large cloud. "Is it some kind of gigantic bird I don't know about?"

Harry laughed again at his Slytherin boyfriend and what he interprets an aeroplane to be. Right, of course, he doesn't, he thought. He's a pure-blood! "Merlin, I have so much to teach you," he replies. He thought about how he'll be able to tell Draco about everything muggle. "That thing you saw in the sky is an aeroplane. It's a muggle invention that lets muggles fly by air to other places around the world. Just think of it like a Portkey but instead of everyone grabbing onto it, they sit on it and it takes them to different places. But it doesn't teleport the muggles to places. It flies them there and it takes longer to get there."

Draco breathed out slowly to calm himself down. So much information he's never heard about. "That's a lot to take in."

Harry kissed Draco's cheek just to try and calm him down a little more. "Now, come on," he proceeded to drag him into the town centre. "Let's explore this place."

They took a little stroll through the Chippenham museum just to look around and learn some pretty interesting things about the town like how the settlement had been believed to exist before the Roman times, the primary school was actually home to Alfred the Great, The town's motto is Unity and Loyalty, and the town had really old cars on show that date back to the 1800s. Harry and Draco just loved learning about the history, even the royal history of the town was fascinating as an actual king had been living in that exact town they stood in but many, many years ago.

After that interesting history lesson of the town, the boy's stomach started rumbling so they knew it was time to eat. They headed out of the museum and back into the streets, looking for a traditional British restaurant to dine in. Of course, they walked past many Italian, Indian, Thai, Asian, Spanish, and French restaurants throughout the town. That is until they finally found a British restaurant. Well, an Irish cafe it was actually. Jolly's Irish Cafe.

Dark green panelled windows surrounded the front of the restaurant. The sign also was dark green with 'Jolly's Irish Café' in golden bold letters, and to the left top and right top of the sign had little green clovers. Little leprechauns sat in front of the windows, staring out at the town centre and Harry had to tell Draco that they were fake as the Slytherin became curious and kept waving his hand over the leprechaun's eyes. Hanging on the windows were little chalkboards stating what today's specials were.

They walked through the green panelled door and instantly got a whiff of fresh Yorkshire puddings and roast chicken. The little Café had wooden tables and chairs dispersed throughout the room with black napkins and salt & pepper shakers next to the menu. Accompanied by stone pillars were little leprechaun statues standing next to one. The flooring was a stone cream colour, the roof was coloured white with green and white fairy lights hanging from the ceiling with a few more clovers.

They both smiled at the smell, feeling their tummies agreeing with them on what they both want and walked to a 2 seat table together. Harry picked up the white menu with green letters and a few more clovers, feeling like it's St Patrick's day. Bangers and mash, Chicken tikka masala, Cobbler, Beef Wellington, Bubble and Squeak...Hmm?

Draco propped his chin on his hand which his arm rested on the table and stared at Harry lovingly, really liking how the green restaurant brings out Harry's eyes. It was such a beautiful sight to see, Harry was such a beautiful sight. He could just fall out of his chair from how beautiful and handsome his boyfriend is.

Harry looked up from the menu at the staring Slytherin and smiled sweetly. "What?"

Draco's silvery eyes sparkled in the light as he continued staring at his boyfriend. Merlin, he couldn't believe that beautiful creature he's dating had fucked him last night. He feels really special. "Nothing...it's just that the restaurant colour brings out your eyes... You're really beautiful."

Harry blushed and reached his hand over the table to intertwine with Draco's. "You're beautiful too, Draco," he says warmly and Draco blushed from the compliment back at him. "More beautiful than the stars that shine in the universe and they are incredibly beautiful as well as the flowers in this world, and nature... Merlin, I could just go on and on about how beautiful you are."

Draco's cheeks were flaming red and he was about to reply with a 'You're significantly more beautiful than the seven wonders of the world' but was stopped as a soft "Ahem" disturbed him.

Harry and Draco both looked up at the boy, but the boy was very familiar to Harry. Black hair and soft brown eyes. Then it hit him.

"Justin," he said with a smile, remembering his last encounter with the boy. More importantly, that he was a wizard. He totally had forgotten about him because of school and Draco. He was too distracted by Draco's handsomeness that he had forgotten all about Justin.

"Harry, it is so good to see you again," Justin said, his Scottish accent the only thing that stood out in the Irish restaurant, and he smiled at the younger boy.

"Likewise," Harry responded happily with a nod.

Draco looked from Harry, then to the boy, he didn't know and back to Harry. He pursed his lips, raised an eyebrow at the boy, straightened his back, held his head high and said, "Hi, I'm Draco. Harry's boyfriend."

Harry smiled at Draco and squeezed his hand, noticing how his boyfriend was jealous of him as he's talking to another bloke. Honestly, he understands the feeling. But the Slytherin should know his eyes are for Draco only.

Justin looked at the blonde and held out his hand for a polite handshake, "Names Justin Clarke," he replies kindly. "It's great to meet you. You're a really lucky guy, you know."

"I know I am," Draco drawls and slowly shook the boy's hand but was still curious about how Harry knew this boy. He drew his hand back under the table after the meeting of hands and looked back at Harry, "So, Harry, my darling, how did you two meet?"

Harry cleared his throat, remembering that day very clearly. But he doesn't want to talk about it right now with Draco when he's on a date with him. "I'll tell you when we're back at the manor. It's a little... personal."

Justin raised his eyebrows at the word 'Manor' and glanced at Draco curiously. The clothes the boy was wearing were indeed wizarding clothes and looked quite expensive. Draco nodded at Harry with concern but also curiosity in his silver eyes.

Justin frowned at Harry, also remembering that day and how bad Dudley and his so-called friends hurt Harry. He was glad it's the Christmas holidays as he can finally get away from Dudley and his gang for a while.

Harry looked back at Justin, noticing the frown but not thinking anything of it. "So if I may ask, what are you doing here?" He didn't mean to sound a little rude, but he knows Surrey is quite far from Chippenham. Probably only an hour or so. "Last I heard Surrey is miles away from Chippenham."

"I could ask you the same thing, Harry," said Justin, suddenly leaning his weight on his other leg and looking a little uncomfortable. "But I'm here because one of my best friends' guy friends works here. So, I'm trying to get a date."

Harry smiled happily at him and is glad the wizard is looking for someone, "Well, I hope you get that guy you want in your life, Justin," he says, and as he looks at Justin's dark hair, he directly has a distant memory of how Dudley and his friends call Justin 'JC'. "You deserve him, especially after how you helped me on that day."

Draco looked down at the table and felt a little ignored. He really wanted to know about this guy and who he is. Could he have been Harry's first boyfriend? No, he knows he's not as Harry would have mentioned him. He was Harry's first after all.

Justin gave Harry a thankful smile, "Thanks," he replies, "I hope I can get him too." He looked over at the front desk, noticing the muggle boy coming over to the table he, Harry and Draco is at. "Here he comes now. See you."

Harry chuckled at the older wizard and gave him a wave goodbye. "It was great seeing you again!"

"So long!" Draco said with relief as he now finally has Harry all to himself again. He wants to sit on Harry's lap and hiss at anyone else who comes close to his Harry. He knows that sounds quite protective, but who really cares anyway?

Harry smiled at his boyfriend's reaction as Justin left them. "I love how you're so protective over me, and how jealous you get because of every guy who talks to me."

Draco looked back at Harry and smiled at him. "I love how you literally don't care how jealous I get and how overprotective I am of you, even if I somehow do turn back into a ferret and hiss at anyone who comes near you," he decides to tell him and adds a little humour into it. He needs to see Harry's laughter once in a while.

Harry then laughed, to Draco's delight as he was remembering the ferret version of Draco. Oh, he would definitely buy a ferret to piss of his boyfriend. "Speaking of ferrets, I was thinking of getting one as a pet," he says, and the corner of his lip rises into a smirk. He had to joke around, though Draco glared at Harry with annoyance. Harry laughed again. "I'm only joking, babe."

Draco couldn't be annoyed at Harry for long as that laugh just gave him butterflies in his stomach. "Anyway, I'm hungry," he mutters, poking a finger at the salt shaker. "We should order something."

Harry was about to reply about how hungry he too was but was interrupted by the waiter. "It appears I have been summoned," said a male voice.

The couple looked up at the older boy with sandy blonde hair styled in an undercut, and he had a big smile on his face. He was obviously the same age as Justin. He also was wearing black nail polish and a brown t-shirt, jeans and a green apron. Their eyes trailed down to the green and white name tag showing the name 'Alfie.'

"O-okay," Alfie said awkwardly, finding it weird that people would stare at his name tag like they've never seen one before. "So, I'm Alfie and will be your waiter for the evening. What are your orders?"

"Can I have a steak and kidney pie, please," Harry asked kindly with a soft smile. He could go for a nice healthy pie, even if it has animal kidneys in it.

Alfie nodded and wrote the order down on his small notepad using his green inked pen. He then looked at the blonde-haired boy, "And you, sir?"

Draco quickly scanned the menu and looked for something he's had before. "Toad-in-the-hole, please," he said at the menu then looked up at the man with a quick smile.

Alfie nodded and wrote the last order down. "Anything else? Drinks? Afters?"

"No thank you," Harry says. Draco shakes his head at the waiter.

Alfie just smiled at the two. It just makes his job easier having friendly customers. "Alright," he says, nodding. He'll get the two some water. It's free anyway.

Harry smiled knowingly at the boy and looked back at the counter to where Justin was leaning and watching Alfie. "You're awfully happy," he says casually to the waiter. "Why's that, if I may ask?"

Alfie's smile grew. "A really hot guy asked me out," he explains what happened minutes ago quickly. "Who wouldn't say no to chocolate brown eyes though? The guy's just so breathtaking..."

Draco snorted but quickly coughed to mask his humour. Harry's the breathtaking one. Nobody else. "Alright, lover boy," he replies, crossing his arms. "You may leave and go get our orders. And while you're at it, chat to the boy."

Alfie sighed happily and looked over at Justin who he caught staring at him. "See you in a bit."

Draco brought his other hand up over the table to intertwine with Harry's other hand. He stared into bright emerald green eyes and smiled, "Are you going to tell me how you met Justin?"

"When we get back to the manor," Harry assured him with a nod and a squeeze to his hands. He really would tell Draco about Justin, just not now where many muggles could be listening into their conversation, and he didn't want to talk about his past while on a date with his lover.

Draco sighed gratefully as he stared at the Gryffindor, really wanting the boy to be in his life forever and hoping that someday the forever part will happen. "I really want to kiss you right now, but don't want to be stared at," He said with a deep sigh, not losing eye contact with the beautiful bloke in front of him.

Harry smiled and wanted to do the same thing. He really wants to snog this Slytherin in front of everyone here. "When we get back to the park before Narcissa arrives to pick us up, then you can give me a nice snogging session."

Draco smirked at the idea and the thought of pinning Harry to a wall and kissing him for endless minutes until he loses his breath. "I love the sound of that."

"Ahem", Alfie said with a half-smile, wishing he didn't intrude into the conversation, but he had two heavy plates on his arm he needs to put down before he drops them.

Harry and Draco unlinked their hands and felt hunger growl in their stomach's from the smell of their food. Alfie placed the blonde's food down first and then the black-haired boy's next. "Enjoy!" He left the table with a smile and headed back to Justin until someone else is in need of a waiter.

Draco stabbed his fork into the pastry substance and fished out a sausage, taking a small bite from it and Harry cut a slice from his pie with his fork. "What's the favourite place you like to be?" he asked randomly.

"With you, of course," Draco answered with a delighted smile, and Harry blushed and let out a small giggle at how playful Draco is with his words. "It's true though, you're my everything," said Draco dreamily when staring into deep green eyes.

Harry smiled sweetly at his lunch and stabbed his fork in the pie. "You're my world, Draco Malfoy," he says and looks back up at him. Draco leaned over, brought Harry's hand up to his mouth and kissed it repeatedly.

They ate in silence for the rest of lunch but did ask each other a few questions about their year and how well they think they did last year. Their O.W.L.S.'s they mostly talked about, asking each other what spells and Potion's they think will be on the tests. Finally, they finished eating. They both got up and walked over to the counter, paid for their meal, and headed back towards the church.

As they arrived at the church, Draco smirked and pinned Harry up to the stone wall. Green eyes staring with need into silver and Harry pulled Draco by his collar into a hard kiss.

Narcissa apparated and landed behind a tree at 1:20 just to be there early. Her eyes trailed directly to two boys snogging by the Church's wall and smiled. She swanned over to the two and leaned against the wall right beside them with her arms crossed over her chest and watched in amusement. It was so touching to see her own son so much in love with a guy. It's exactly what a mother wants to see.

Harry and Draco knew they felt someone watching them, it was just an instinct and looked to Draco's right. They blushed from being caught but also from being stared at.

"Well, I'm glad that wasn't long I had to wait for," Narcissa said in relief. But she also missed watching them snog each other. "Let us go back home, boys."

Draco sighed but kissed Harry again with a slow smile. Harry chuckled and slipped away from Draco with his own smile. He held onto Narcissa's arm ready for the apparition. Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry curiously, made his way to his mother and linked arms with her. Narcissa tightened her grip on the two boys and apparated back to the manor.

As soon as Harry and Draco made it back to Draco's room, they collapsed down on the bed together in exhaustion and stared up at the ceiling.

Draco sighed happily as he lay next to his loved one. He turned his head to the side to look at Harry and ran his hand through black fluffy hair. "Now's the time to tell me how you met Justin, Harry."

"Right," Harry said, biting his lip as he stared into curious silver eyes. "Well, this was before the fourth year started." Draco nodded. "I just headed out for a walk by myself and headed to the park. Dudley's friends were there, Justin is one of Dud's friends. Well, I think he was one of his friends. And yeah, I ran away but they found me deep in a forested park and... beat me up."

"Oh, Harry," Draco said sadly while leaning over and kissing the Gryffindor's forehead. But he was angry at Justin for not doing anything to stop the beating.

Harry blinked back tears. "So, after they beat me to blood and guts and walked away, Justin helped me," he tells him quickly. "He was the only one who didn't hurt me, and he never left with his so-alleged 'friends'. He told me about why he was friends with Dudley and his gang. Turned out he never wanted to be their friend as it was his parents' fault, they wanted Justin to have sidekicks. I thought Justin was just a muggle kid. But then he told me how much he wanted to hex Dudley and he spelled my bruises and skin clean and healed some of them."

Draco sighed woefully and trailed his thumb down to Harry's cheek, rubbing it lightly. "And?"

"And when he was done... I thanked him," Harry tells him. He hesitated, not knowing if he should tell Draco the other parts. And by other parts, he meant how Justin had kissed his cheek. But that was only a cheek kiss. It's not like it meant anything.

Draco saw the hesitation quite clearly and knew there was more to the story. "I repeat myself, and?"

"And... he complimented my eyes and kissed me," said Harry, looking down at their twined hands and Draco's Malfoy ring. He could remember how he blushed after Justin kissed him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Draco said in incertitude, blinking hard at what he just heard and he glanced down at Harry's lips that belong to him only. He didn't know this. Why didn't Harry tell him? "He what!"

Harry kissed Draco's nose to try to calm the Slytherin down. Thankfully, it worked and Draco smiled a little. "Yes, Draco, he kissed me."

"I thought Weaselby number two kissed you?" Draco drawled with a frown. Why did Harry lie to him? He would have been fine by knowing this fact if Harry had told him ages ago, but right now he's a little shocked.

Harry laughed. He really loves a jealous and curious Draco Malfoy. "Fred kissed me on the lips and Justin kissed my cheek," he told him whilst placing his chin on the Slytherin's shoulder so he could kiss Draco's ear. "They're two different things, my love, and I'm sorry." He sounded a little regretful. "I just didn't think it'd be important to tell you."

"It is important, Harry," Draco said seriously. Why wouldn't it be? "Important to me. Especially if you had been hurt on that day." Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes from under his glasses. He could feel Draco move on the bed, knowing he also sat up and was staring at him.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Draco asked softly, laying his hand on top of Harry's which lay on his lap. "Just to clear your head?" Harry gave the Slytherin a nod and leaned in to kiss him slowly.

*****

It was the day of their one-year anniversary as a couple. They woke up with a slow good morning kiss filled with love and whispered "I love you's", dressed in warm clothing, and headed to the Dining room for breakfast. Harry wanted to give Draco something but he honestly had no time during this one week of Holidays to do so, so he promised Draco that he'll get him a gift once they head back to school.

"Harry, you really don't need to get me anything for our anniversary," Draco says with a grateful smile, feeling so lucky right now to spend the day with his lover. "There's nothing else I want in my life. All I need, want but have today is you."

They got little gifts from Narcissa and Lucius for their official Anniversary in the early morning during breakfast. The gifts were mainly chocolates to share together and a few little gifts that involved baths and fun in the bed that were quite cringy. It was hard to eat when they knew the adults had gotten them odd gifts. One of those gifts was a Lubricant spell and a couple of other spells in a book that would help them in bed during sex.

After that uncomfortable breakfast, they thanked Narcissa and Lucius and went back to their room to dump their presents on their bed and then they just walked around the Manor together. They stopped at every portrait to say their Hello's, and every window they came by they peeked outside at the Wintry scenery.

"Draco, I'm just wondering how a few days ago, it was overcast but back in London it was snowing," Harry says, looking out the window at the snow falling lightly down onto the carpet of snow on the ground. "And then after a night, it's snowing here at the Manor." He suddenly touched the base of his neck. "I'm just confused. Even Hogwarts had snow."

"Wendigo's," Draco answered him simply. "They are somewhat common in these parts of the United Kingdom, but they wouldn't do you harm. Not unless someone tries hurting it then yes, it would go after its attacker. I've heard that Wendigo's from America aren't so friendly like they are here. They are best known to change the Weather."

Harry shuddered at that knowledge. He has heard that Wendigo's do kill people. "Oh..." he says with a hint of relief in his tone. "Because on Christmas day I saw one by the trees behind the lake leading into that dense forest. It was just staring at us."

Draco looked down at him quickly, amused at what Harry had told him. "You've seen one?" he asks, sounding quite curious. He's only seen a Wendigo once or twice when he was younger before attending Hogwarts. They're rare to see even if they're common in the country.

Harry nods and leans his head on Draco's shoulder, looking down at the forest and squinting his eyes in case he sees anything. He didn't see anything except a deer walking through the trees. He made sure the deer had a deer body and wasn't skeletal.

What the two boys did next was composed of snuggling up together in the lounge room and listening to the warm crackling fireplace. Then they went walking through the gardens and the rose maze of the Manor until lunchtime so they asked Misky for a picnic lunch which they had in the gardens where they tried their best to make the first-ever date they had together with all the fruits, cheeses, sandwiches and crackers. They had Misky melt some ice in the garden where they wanted the picnic to be so they wouldn't be sitting on cold snow, and Misky even placed a dome of heating charms around the two boys.

And even if the day was supposed to be all about them and their relationship, they did head over to 12 Grimmauld Place to see Sirius and the Weasley's if they were there. But the red-headed family weren't there so Harry and Draco just spent their time with Sirius and Remus who occasionally joined them.

Sirius offered Harry another ride on Venom which Harry accepted happily. Draco just stood to the side, watching Harry's excitement when riding the motorbike. Eventually, Remus joined him, sitting down beside him.

"Forgot to say Happy Anniversary," Remus Lupin said to the young Slytherin, a happy smile on his face.

Draco looked up at the man and smiled with a simple, "Thanks. It's our official One-Year Anniversary." He looks over at Harry talking with Sirius. "I couldn't be happier with your best friend's son in my life. Harry's changed me in the best way possible."

"I'm glad," Remus says and pats his shoulder gently. "I know James and Lily would have loved to meet you, Draco. James would be asking you about Quidditch and what you play, who you go for. Lily would be telling James off for trying to drown you in Quidditch conversations." Draco laughed softly and Remus joins him but with tears in his eyes. "Lily would be chatting to you about everything you like doing, what your favourite foods are, she would be showing you all the family albums. She'll just want to get to know you as Harry's lover."

"They sound like incredible people, Harry's parents," Draco says, and he jumps in fright a little when Harry revved the engine of the motorbike and then took off down the road. It scared him, the noise the motorbike makes.

"They were," Remus says and watches Harry take off down the road at ten kilometres an hour on Venom. Ah, he remembers the times he and Sirius travelled the countryside on Venom. Nearly concocted the entire country.

After a good hour of Harry practising on Venom, he wheeled her inside 12 Grimmauld Place and parked her in the lounge room for now. They decided to stay over for afternoon tea but then after some time had to head back to Malfoy Manor.

Harry and Draco watched the sunset together from the sitting room on the second floor, and finally, after dinner, they headed back to their room for a nice bath together. They then finished the day off with making love until exhausted, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

*****

It was now new year's eve and there were only five days until Harry and Draco return to Hogwarts. They were at the Burrow for New Year's lunch with Narcissa, Sirius and Hermione. It was a lovely lunch, filled with laughter, tears of joy and fun family games.

As everyone sat down in the lounge room for a game of charades, Fred and George burst in with their usual mischievous grins.

"Our dearest family-," Fred started.

"-At midnight we will host a surprise for you all," George finished.

"A surprise?" Ron said. He sounded alarmed. Crookshank's jumped up onto his lap but Ron yelped and tried to shoo him off. Hermione had to take Crookshank's off Ron's lap and placed her on her own lap and began stroking her ginger hair.

Fred looked at his younger brother with a smirk because of the face he pulled. "Yes, our dearest Ronnykins, a surprise."

"Oh, Fred and George," Molly said with disapproval as she began walking towards the kitchen, her eyes on her twin sons with curiosity. She heard her twin sons from the kitchen. "I do hope you won't blow up the house with this surprise."

Ginny smirked at her twin brothers and knew they would do anything even if they were told not to. It's just the nature of her older brothers.

George looked at his mother with a frown. "But, moooom!"

"No buts-" Molly looked at her son closely, trying to see which twin is which. "-George. No buts!"

Fred snickered but knew they were going to do the surprise anyway. It was just too good of a plan. He watched his mother leave the room with a glare his way into the kitchen and then looked towards everyone on the couch.

Harry stared curiously at the twins and knew they were up to something just by those mischievous grins on their faces. He laid back on Draco's chest, getting relaxed before the twins admit what they're planning.

"What do you think the surprise will be?" Draco asked in a whisper as he wrapped his arms around Harry's stomach and linked both his hands together.

Harry shrugged and leaned his head on the Slytherins' shoulder. Draco was like a comfy rug and pillow all in one and Harry adored it. "Don't know, but whatever it is, I know it has to be something very... defiant."

Ron snorted at his best mates' words of choice, "Defiant, indeed!" He got up and left the room as he was quite hungry.

Draco smirked as Weasel left the room. Now he had to get Weaselette, Weasel twins and whoever else out of the room so he has Harry all to himself. "Well, obviously. They're the best tricksters I know."

"And we better be the only tricksters you know," Fred and George said together. Fred sat by Harry while George sat by Draco's side with curiosity on their faces.

"Well..." Draco began as he was deep in thought about how to lie to the twins. He pondered if he was any good at it to fool the Weasel twins. "There's..."

"Who?" Fred demanded but in a soft tone.

"There are these two Slytherin 3rd years I know of," Draco said with a shrug. It seems like he's fooling these two quite easily. "They're little gits."

Fred looked over at his twin with an excited grin, "It seems we have some tricksters to prank, Georgie."

"Ah," George said, smirking. He's always wanted a prank-off. "I love a good prank-off. We shall have a pranking duel with these two Slytherin folks!"

"We shall," Fred said with a concentrated nod as he began coming up with ideas already.

"Let's go and begin our pranking list, Freddie." George sat up, bowed at his twin, and held out his hand. Fred chuckled goofily and let himself be hauled up from the couch by his twin. Without a goodbye wave, the twins left up to their room.

Draco looked at Harry intriguingly, wondering if he just created World War three. "Should we be scared?" he asked carefully, looking down at Harry's forehead and lightning bolt scar.

Harry laughed and looked up at him. He wouldn't know but he guessed so. "I definitely think we should, Draco," he replies gently.

As night approached, everyone tried to stay awake so they could celebrate the new year at midnight by drinking a lot of coffee, continuing playing games and talking about the funniest things that has ever happened to them and that they have ever done. Of course, Fred and George won by a long shot as they had the funniest stories to tell. Everyone burst into laughter after Fred told them all that he and George 'accidentally' threw a colour bomb in Snape's Potion classroom and coloured the whole classroom in bright pink.

Draco eventually fell asleep in Harry's arms as they lay on the couch; Harry smiled and kissed the Slytherin's warm cheek as the blonde slept.

When everyone walked outside to Fred and George lighting up some of their new fireworks, it was around 12:58 and they all started excitingly counting down from 10 and embraced each other in tight hugs.

Draco had his arms wrapped around Harry tightly and continued kissing the Gryffindor's neck, which earned him a few giggles from Harry.

"10"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

Fred and George lit the last of the fireworks and they rocketed up into the sky.

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

Harry looked at Draco with an adoring smile as he knew that when you're with someone you love on new year's, it means you'll be with them for a very long time and Harry hoped that would come true. "Happy new year's, Draco Malfoy."

"Happy new year's, Harry Potter," Draco said quietly as he leaned in and kissed Harry slowly, feeling the love of just a single kiss warm his insides up and give him tingles

*BANG!*

Everyone looked up at the sky as the fireworks exploded. One coloured blue, red and yellow which spelled out 'Happy New Year's and the other a pink, green and purple one which lit up the sky with a 'Boom!' and exploded into smaller fireworks of different colours.

While Narcissa and Sirius were chatting about who knows what, Draco and Harry sat down on one of the garden benches and continued snuggling and snogging.

"What do you wish for, Harry?" Draco asked as he stared up into the star-lit sky. It was such a beautiful night. The crickets were chirping, it was completely dark-out except for the lights inside the Burrow and the stars were shining and twinkling brightly up in the atmosphere.

"Nothing," Harry said with a smile as he saw Draco look at him with a curious expression. "I don't wish for anything because I have everything I want and love beside me."

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and kissed him again and whispered, "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Draco," Harry said quietly and kissed him again, and again. He wanted to know what Draco wished for though. "What do you wish for then?"

"Nothing," Draco repeated what his boyfriend had said earlier. There really wasn't anything he wanted more than Harry. "I only wish to have you in my life, but I have you already."

Harry smiled adoringly at him and kissed him slowly. They heard another loud 'Bang!' and broke out of the kiss.

"FREDRICK AND GEORGE WEASLEY!" yelled Mrs Weasley.

Fred and George shared looks of innocence and snickered at the small firework they set off in the kitchen. It was only a small one.

Harry and Draco laughed at the twins, pressed their cheeks together and stared up at the night sky with twinkling stars above them. They saw a couple of shooting stars but didn't wish for anything, they gave those wishes to everyone else at the Burrow as all they wanted was each other.

*****

Harry and Draco were down in the lounge room on the couch all snuggled up close to each other, with Draco's burrito blanket over them, as they listened to the roaring fireplace, the relaxing pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof and windows. It really was relaxing as they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Narcissa came to check on the boys every once in a while, as she thought they might like some tea. But the two boys were too busy sleeping that she didn't want to wake them up as they just looked so peaceful in each other's arms. So, she just left two cups of tea on the coffee table with a lasting warming spell and a tin filled with cookies and biscuits.

As Narcissa was about to leave the room, Harry's eyes fluttered open as he could smell fresh tea. He looked up at Narcissa who sat on the other armchair beside the couch and smiled.

Narcissa smiled back at Harry and mouthed a silent "Sorry" for disturbing his sleep.

Harry was still a little sleepy as he couldn't comprehend what Narcissa was saying so he mouthed back a "Thank you" for the tea and biscuits.

Narcissa nodded and left the room in the blink of an eye which Harry thought she had apparated but didn't hear any apparition crack. He had a sudden urge to open the curtains, but Draco was on him and he didn't want to wake him up.

As if a genie was in the room and granted Harry his wish, the long black curtains opened to reveal a definite storm outside with rain falling hard against the large windows. Harry inclined his head to the side to stare up at his Slytherin boyfriend and smiled, wanting to kiss him but stopped himself from doing so.

But then more than two footsteps were heard entering the lounge room. Harry looked up swiftly and saw Sirius accompanied by Narcissa and Lucius with concerned and confused looks on their faces. "Sirius?" he said quietly, not wanting to wake up his sleeping Slytherin prince. "What are you doing here?"

"We have a meeting," Sirius said quickly, admiring the decorative lounge room. "Ron and Hermione are already there. It's you know...top secret." He gave the Malfoy adults apologetic smiles.

Lucius gave a small smile back at the second last remaining Black family member.

"Oh," Harry whispered while gently stroking the blonde's soft hair. He wished he didn't have to go but if it's this important then he guesses he just has to go. "For... Order-"

Sirius nodded his head quickly as he didn't want his godson finishing that sentence. It's too dangerous if Lucius finds out. He looked at his cousin regretfully, "Sorry, it really is top secret. Orders from... the Minister."

Narcissa nodded in understanding. She pondered where her cousin was taking Harry to but let it go if it's too secretive. "Does Harry need his trunk too? How long is he staying?"

"Oh, not for long," said Sirius with assurance. He didn't want to take the boys away from each other but they do need some time apart every now and then. "Probably a few hours," he added so they don't add more questions to the list he must answer.

Draco yawned and fluttered his silver eyes open. He stared up into green orbs with a tired smile. "Hello, gorgeous."

Narcissa giggled at her son, knowing he doesn't know they're being listened to and Lucius just smiled fondly at the two boys. Sirius still couldn't believe Lucius Malfoy was smiling. Actually smiling. It's a rare thing for him to see even before the boys were born.

Harry felt his face burn with a riding blush and he smiled lovingly down at the tired boy. "Hello to you too," he says quickly, wanting to find out what the meeting is all about so he can come back home to Draco to continue snuggling with him. "But right now, I need to go."

Like the sound of a water droplet falling off a leaf was as loud as thunder, Draco fully woke up with questions. "What? Why?" He grew worried now. Why did Harry need to go? Where was he going? And with whom?

Harry kept running his hands through the blonde locks softly just to calm him down. He smiled as he knew it worked. "It's a secret, and all I can say is that I'm meeting The Weasley's and Hermione."

"Oh," Draco said whilst raising his hand up to caress the Gryffindor's cheek with his thumb. Harry had kissed his thumb, causing the Slytherin to smile "As long as I see you afterwards."

"Of course, Draco," said Harry quietly with assurance, and he leaned forward to bump foreheads with Draco. "I'll always come back to you from wherever I came back from."

Draco's smile widened as he moved his hand up and around Harry's neck to pull Harry down into a slow kiss filled with all the love he has for his lover. Harry smiled during the kiss and tangled his hands in Draco's perfect soft blonde locks.

Sirius sighed at the two boys, tapping his fingers impatiently on his crossed arms. Narcissa smiled at her cousin, knowing how impatient it can be with these two lover boys.

"Alright you two, Harry needs to go," Lucius informed the two snogging boys with a smile, and Draco groaned and wanted Harry all to himself like he had this morning.

Harry laughed at his Slytherin boyfriend, gave him one last kiss, and hopped off the couch. "Are we going by Floo or apparition?" he looked up and asked his godfather.

"Floo's are closed," Lucius reminded him, and Harry nodded at Draco's father. "Oh, and we will be in Venice when you get back just to let you know. Narcissa here wants to go shopping again for jewellery." Narcissa just shrugged happily, and Harry just nodded his head at the information.

"Let's go then," Sirius said, smiling at his highly snogged godson and placing an arm around his shoulders. He gave him a little squeeze and turned around with him to head back to the front gates of the Manor.

Draco sat up from the couch and watched his Uncle and boyfriend leave the room with a sigh. He crossed his arms over the top of the couch and placed his chin on them.

Lucius smirked and decided to have a little fun. He walked over to the lounge his son was seated on and pulled out a single strand of hair for this evening.

"Oww! Father!" Draco hissed while rubbing his hand over his head where that one strand of hair was. He hoped people won't be able to tell that he lost a strand of hair. "What was that for?!"

"Thank you," was all Lucius could say.

Draco looked at his father curiously and wondered why his own father had to remove one of his perfect strands of hair from his scalp. He glared into his father's silver eyes. Lucius kept the smirk on his face and disappeared into another hallway.

Draco grunted. He hadn't any idea why his father wanted a strand of his hair. But it is not okay to steal hair when his father had a whole head of it! Couldn't he use his own? "When I get my hands on him..."

"You'll do absolutely nothing!" Narcissa said at once as she looked at her son.

"What?!" Draco's eyes narrowed at his mother in disbelief. How could she let him do this? "You'll literally let him do something like this?"

Narcissa shrugged with a smile. She didn't know if her Dragon picked up on what Lucius was going to do but thought that away as it wasn't very important. "It'll be interesting to watch," she admits with a laugh. "But do you know why Pure-blood families do this certain thing with their son's or daughter's lover?"

Draco kept his eyes on his mother's face. He had an idea why his father is doing such an unfathomable thing. Marriage. But he and Harry aren't engaged and will not be for a long time and Draco will make sure of that. No early marriage will happen with himself and Harry, even if he does like the sound of it. He grunted again, hopped off the couch and strolled past his mother and up to his room.

Harry could feel Sirius' eyes following him as they all welcomed Mr Weasley back from the St. Mungo's. Snape, who had just confronted Harry and Sirius about the Occlumency lessons, had already stalked out of the room. Sirius had reluctantly put his wand away as the Potions master had left.

The entire Weasley family was glowing with happiness and Harry felt uncomfortable intruding on their family homecoming. Harry slipped out of the room and went up to the bedroom he would have been sharing with Ron. He lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling and felt the need to see Draco. Somehow, he wasn't allowed to come to the meeting at all.

Harry sighed and played the last week since that amazing night from Christmas through his head. He remembered the date he and Draco went on throughout that week, even one of the dates were in France but accompanied by Narcissa. Harry replayed the last memory of making love to Draco, he knew he shouldn't be thinking about that as that just made him want to see Draco more.

Harry groaned and rolled over on his side. He didn't even notice the door opening and a silhouette of a Weasley walking in the room and sat on the bed, staring worriedly at Harry.

"Mate? You alright?" Ron asked with apprehension and worry. He knew what his best mate suffers from but just had to ask.

"Yes, I just miss Draco," Harry replied tiredly, looking beside him at Ron.

Ron smiled down at him and sighed deeply. But he knew Harry had it easy as he got to see Draco every day. "Yeah, I miss Blaise too," he admits but what he doesn't admit and probably will never is how Hermione seems to brighten his day with just a smile. She has since he was thirteen. But then Blaise came into his life and confused him with all these positive and confusing emotions. "It sucks, having a boyfriend with a family of death eaters. I wish I could share everything with him."

"Undoubtedly!" Harry had to agree with him. He did wish he could tell Draco about the Order of the Phoenix and everything. But because of Dumbledore's orders, he just couldn't.

"At least we can see our lovers soon as we go back to complete the rest of the year," Ron mutters but then hesitated at the thought of going back to Hogwarts to do work. "Oh, ugh! The rest of the year with Dumbridge! How could I have forgotten?"

Harry laughed as he remembered it as well. Now he wasn't looking forward to school. Wait... he could wait to get back to school? That's new... He just wants dumbitch out of Hogwarts. "Sodding hell, we've both forgotten!"

"Honestly, boys, language!" Hermione said as she sauntered through the door and entered the bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest. She glared curtly at the two.

"Sorry," Harry and Ron said. Harry looked back up at the ceiling, not really caring if he swears or not. It's just something he does every day. Ron just smiled at Hermione, not really used to getting told off by Hermione.

"Anyway, Harry, why are you up here alone?" Hermione asked with concern. She unfolded her arms and sat down on the bed with her best friend. "I thought the butterflies were working."

Harry sat up and ran his hand through his messy black hair. "I just wanted some alone time," he tells them. "And the butterflies are working, a lot. I'm glad they're working. I just—I miss the feeling of being empty after I cut, as well as the feeling of my blood dripping down my arm." Hermione and Ron's faces paled. Harry hesitated and frowned as he just gave his best friends too much information. "I'm sorry."

Hermione shook her head and her face was back to rosy pink. She gave him a side hug and sighed. "Don't be sorry, Harry," she replies gently. "I'm glad you told us this, it gives us an understanding of what it feels like."

"Yeah, mate," Ron said softly. He had to agree there. "Even if it's a bit dark..."

"I guess..." Harry drawls, the frown still on his face. He does miss the cold metal of his blade on his arm though. It helps him.

Sirius walked through the door with his worrying grey eyes planted on Harry. He sighed in relief and leaned on the door. "Harry, you doing okay?"

Harry looked up and gave his godfather a wide smile. "I am, Sirius."

Sirius nodded, and his grey eyes looked from the muggle-born witch to the pure-blooded wizard. He needed to speak with his godson alone about a topic of utter importance. "May I speak to Harry alone?"

"Of, course," Hermione said with a quick smile, pulling Ron out of the room by his arm. Ron followed her out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Sirius sighed and sat down beside Harry. "As you know, you'll be starting Occlumency lessons with Snape." Harry groaned and collapsed back onto the bed. "Do you know what this means?"

"That I have to spend extra lessons with Snape yelling at me?" said Harry lamely. He didn't want to do with these lessons even if he and Snape have warmed up to each other a little. But that was because of the therapy sessions.

Sirius chuckled and shook his head. "No, it means that Snape will use Legillimens to see into your mind," he tells him gravely, trying to demonstrate to his godson just how bad it could be and just what Snape could see.

Harry glared into his Godfather's grey eyes from his bed. He doesn't understand why his godfather thinks it is such a bad thing. "He already knows of the relationship between Draco and me, if you're wondering."

"There's that... but think Harry," Sirius said seriously, glaring back into his godson's green eyes. "What else would he be able to see?"

Harry burst into a fit of laughter. Oh, the look on Severus' face as if he sees one of his and Draco's shagging memories. "Oh, I'm sure he'd love to see me and Draco making love with each other."

Sirius shook his head with a slow sigh. "No, Harry. He wouldn't."

"Can you at least try getting me out of these lessons then?" Harry asked him. Now the sudden thought of Severus seeing that deep into his memories was disturbing. "I don't really like the thought of Snape seeing into my mind at Draco moaning my name." Even if he does like the sound of Draco moaning because of him.

"How do you suppose I do that, Harry?" Sirius asked while ignoring the immature words coming from his godson's mouth. Harry sounds just like himself when at 15 after a long and restless night with Remus. Good gracious Merlin. If Lily were to hear her own son say such things.

Harry shrugged. He doesn't know, unless... "Obliviate the thought from his mind?" he suggests. "I don't know." Sirius laughed. "So, if you can't stop the lessons then can you at least help me? How can I prevent Snape from seeing the...memories?"

"You can block him out of those... memories... if they're what you call them..." Sirius said with a lopsided grin. "I do wish there were someone else who could give you the lessons besides Snape. But the Slimy git is the only one who can do it beside Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore? Can't he help me then?" Harry asked quickly, sitting back up. But he also knew he didn't want anyone seeing the times he and Draco made love to each other. Those were private memories that he treasured.

"Wish he could, Harry," said Sirius solemnly. "I sent Dumbledore a message, asking if he could teach you but he was adamant that it has to be Snape."

"So, what exactly should I do?" asked Harry curiously. "I can't exactly lock certain memories away in my mind from being seen."

"Well..." said Sirius, and Harry looked at him in disbelief. "When Voldemort first came into power, Dumbledore had us practise with a Protego. I haven't mastered it fully. Protego will help keep Snape out of memories you don't want him seeing, it's better if you can block him out eternally than a regular shield."

Harry looked at him and shook his head, "I don't understand half of what you just said," he says flatly. "I can cast a Protego, but I haven't tried one in my head."

Sirius smiled at him. "The best thing you can possibly do is practise non-verbal spells," he tells him. "Practise a non-verbal Protego. Have you ever tried any non-verbal spells?"

"Not on purpose at least," said Harry, and he tucked his fingers under his thighs. The thought of Draco popped into his head and he smiled down at the floor.

"You should start practising now," Sirius suggests, though he knew Harry was thinking of his nephew which he couldn't stop smiling about. "Start with a summoning spell and if you can do that then try with a Protego."

Harry shook his head. He knows he doesn't have enough time to practise the spell but he can try. "I only have two days, Sirius."

"Well, you best get started," said Sirius at once.

"But how?" asked Harry curiously, now looking back at his godfather for the answer. He also has to take into consideration underage magic. He doesn't want to get into trouble again with the Ministry.

"Don't think offence, think defence," said Sirius. "You are blocking off part of your mind. You are going to have to use a shield to protect your thoughts that you don't want Snape to access."

Harry sighed at that disturbing thought. "Alright, I'll start practising tonight with Draco."

"Good," Sirius said as he stood up. He could see the need in his godson's eyes to see Draco again, much like the look James had in his eyes when wanting to see Lily. "And yes, you have my permission to go back to the Manor."

Harry grinned at the thought of Draco's smile as he walks through the Floo of the manor. He embraced his godfather in a hug, "Thank you, Sirius. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Sirius gently hugged him back. "You're welcome, Harry," he says and gives him a good squeeze. He doesn't get many hugs from his godson. "Now, you have a boyfriend to go and snog all night long."

Harry smiled as he was really liking that idea. "Thanks again, Sirius, for everything." Sirius gently pushed Harry out of the embrace and smiled at him with a nod. "See you!" With a departing hug for Hermione and Ron, Harry walked into the Floo and headed to the Venice Malfoy manor.

But as he entered, he saw nobody in the Lounge room, so he strolled through the white hallways and headed up to the second story to Draco's room. He really hoped they weren't at Malfoy manor because what if Voldemort was there? What if Draco had met Voldemort? Harry shook those thoughts aside and slowly opened the door to Draco's room and thankfully didn't hear any creak from the door.

Nobody. Nobody was in the lounge room or Draco's room. Harry sighed and decided to go for a wander around the manor, to search through every room and balcony. He searched Narcissa's art studio. Nothing. The parlour. Nothing.

"Potter," a cold but knowing voice sneered.

Harry smiled up at the portrait of the second-year Draco. He remembered seeing him during the summer holidays. "Hello, Draco. How's uh...portrait life?"

"It's pleasant," Portrait Draco said with a nod. "Especially because of the new portrait you and the real me made." He winked at the Gryffindor, making Harry chuckle. "I've been snogging your portrait self-senseless."

Harry admits that he loves Draco's portraits, especially the younger ones. They're so interesting to talk to. "Enjoying it, aren't you?" he asked jeeringly. "Where is that portrait version of me, by the way?"

Portrait Draco smirked, disappeared to the left of his portrait, and came back, had in hand with a second-year version of Harry in his Hogwarts robes.

Portrait Harry smiled at his real self and Harry smiled back at his younger self. "Say, have you seen the Malfoy's anywhere? I just came back from Sirius' place and I've been looking for my Draco."

Portrait Draco laughed and shook his head, but Harry could tell he was lying because of the little nose twitch the Slytherin did. It's one of the cute little gestures Draco does when he lies.

Harry rolled his eyes at the portrait, but a flash of white caught his eye from down the hallway. He swiftly turned his head around to see what made the flash and saw whitish blonde hair disappear into another hallway to the left of him. He looked back at the portrait and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know, I know when you're lying. You really should stop twitching your cute little nose."

Portrait Draco smiled, shook his head, and gazed into portrait Harry's eyes. Harry rolled his eyes again at the portrait but felt a little jealous that he didn't have Draco with him right now. He then saw another flash of whitish blonde hair but to the right of him. He looked to his right, seeing the whitish blonde hair turn down a hallway to the right. He was confused. How could Draco get from one hallway to the next? He glared back at the portrait.

Portrait Draco brushed Portrait Harry's fringe away from his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Harry sighed and ran off after the familiar whitish blonde hair he saw earlier. He followed through the hallway to the left and saw the same boy turn down another hallway but to the right. He followed the boy; he knew it was Draco but where was he going?

He felt like he was in one of those muggle horror movies where you follow the interesting little ghost girl through the halls until she stops, turns around and you're staring at a flesh-eating ghost or monster of some sort. Harry shuddered at the thought of that happening to him with Draco. He froze and saw the boy walk down a hallway to the left, but he knew he saw Draco go right. He felt like he was in a maze, and not the good kind. He groaned and followed the Draco he saw go down a hallway to his right.

Harry stopped and smiled as he came to a simple white hallway with a round brown table at the end holding a spiky plant with a large wooden door to the right on the wall. He headed down the hallway and entered through the doorway. He hesitated as his eyes adjusted to the brightly white lit room. He noticed it was a music room.

There was a black grand piano in the far corner, a diamond chandelier on the ceiling, to the right was a brown violin, as well as a guitar, and an old pipe organ. But what Harry didn't see was Draco. Surely, he went down the right hallway as he saw the blonde go down that exact hallway. He hoped it wasn't a trick of the light from what he saw. He blinked at the room and decided to head over to the piano because why not? He sat down on the black leather piano seat and stared down at the keys.

Harry pressed down on the A# key, hearing the silent sound and remembered the exact keys Draco pressed when starting the first few chords of Ode to Joy. He started slow, D minor chords first. E, E, F, G. He hesitated, finding the right keys again. G, F, E, D. He played both chords together slowly, getting the hang of the piano and having to move his hands at the right speed to the next chords.

A sudden weight next to him startled Harry, he felt lips kiss his cheek and he smiled. He looked up and met with familiar beautiful silver eyes. "Draco."

Draco nodded and smiled. But he didn't say anything. He played the next chords for Ode to Joy. C, C, D, E. Harry stared at the Slytherin curiously, seeing some sudden change in the boy's face but internally shrugged it off.

Draco lifted his other leg over the piano stool, so he was facing Harry. He held out his hand for the Gryffindor. Harry smiles and took Draco's hand, the Slytherin led him to the middle of the room. Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's lower back and Held Harry's right hand, while Harry placed his hand on Draco's shoulder. They stared into each other's eyes, waltzing around the room even if there was no music. Lost in each other's eyes, Draco twirled Harry around and dipped him to the floor. Harry smiled at the Slytherin and kissed his nose.

Draco scrunched his nose up from the loving gesture and swung Harry back onto his feet. They brought their hands back up to their normal slow dance positions and Harry leaned in. Draco tried leaning away from the Gryffindor, but it was too late, Harry caught his lips in a kiss. Draco's eyes widened from the surprise kiss but hesitantly kissed back.

Harry, however, felt like he was kissing a stranger. It was odd. Whenever he kissed Draco, he felt like he was at home, felt loved, felt the butterfly's flap around in his stomach, felt warmth spread through his body. But what was it? Draco wasn't talking to him, like literally wasn't saying anything.

And then another blonde boy looking exactly like Draco walked into the room and froze, seeing his Harry kiss another Draco. "Harry?!"

Harry was confused. How could Draco talk while he was kissing him? But then he realised the voice came from the entrance to the room and he broke out of the kiss. He stared at Draco in his arms, but then he hesitantly looked towards the entrance to the music room and saw Draco.

Harry looked back at the Draco holding him, and back at the Draco who just came in. He pushed himself away from the Draco in his arms, staring at both Draco's with curiosity and horror and didn't know which one was which. He backed up against the nearest wall he could find, hiding behind a large white pot with a small fern tree in it while still looking fearfully from one Draco to the other.

Draco, who just walked in on the two-snogging, glared at the Draco in the middle of the room. "I cannot believe you just did that..." He hesitated and crossed his arms over his chest. He was pissed. "Father."

The Draco in the middle of the room gave his son an apologetic smile. He still had Harry's kiss still lingering on his lips, but it felt oddly enough nice.

"Father?" Harry said in disbelief whilst looking at the Draco he just kissed. He didn't want to believe it. If it was true, he was shocked. "Mr Malfoy? Is that you?"

Draco in the middle of the room smiled and nodded. "Sorry, Draco and I just were having a little game of chase the Harry Potter around the manor as Draco," he explains it as easy as he could. "It appears you followed the wrong Draco."

"You think?" Harry asked in shock. He just couldn't believe he kissed Draco's father. He placed the back of his palm to his mouth and looked to the ground blankly.

Draco in the middle of the room cast a "Tempus." He sighed and turned on his heel to walk past his son to the exit, "Five more minutes until I'm back to myself." He hesitated and looked back at his son, smirking. "He's a very good kisser by the way."

Draco snorted. Of course, he would know that! He's been kissing Harry for an entire year now. "Don't you think I know that?"

Harry frowned at the two Draco's. A poly-juiced Draco he just kissed. No wonder the kiss didn't feel right. "Draco... I, sorry. I didn't..."

Draco smiled at Harry. It was sweet how Harry started apologising but really, he shouldn't be. It wasn't Harry's fault. "Don't apologise, Harry. We didn't think you'd be back until at least during the night and it was kind of fun though, confusing you out of your right mind."

Harry smiled back at his Draco, watching as the Slytherin made his way over to him. He came out of hiding and walked over to his boyfriend. Draco raised his hand up and ran it over Harry's cheek, "So, how was snogging my father?"

Harry made a face of disgust, "Horrible!" he said in revolt and looked to the door in case Lucius was still around. Fortunately, he and Draco were all alone. "I knew something was up with the kiss and it didn't feel warm, soft and loving. It didn't feel like you."

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and how his own kisses make Harry feel. It was amazing what a single kiss by your lover can affect you. He linked his hand with Harry's. "I'm glad," he replies. "So, c-can I kiss you?" Oh, the damn stutter.

Harry chuckled lightly at the offer and wrapped his arms around the Slytherin's back. "You don't have to ask, Draco Malfoy." Draco smiled, leaned closer and kissed him softly. Harry was right, the Gryffindor's kisses make him feel at home and safe in his arms.

Harry melted into the kiss, knowing that this is the real Draco as the butterfly sensation overwhelmed his stomach. "I love you," he said slowly and in a hushed voice in the kiss.

"Love you too, Harry Potter," Draco replied instantly, nibbling down on Harry's bottom lip.

"You know I can tell when you're lying," said Harry with a slow smile. He loves when his boyfriend nibbles on his lips. It's cute.

"But, Harry," Draco whispered softly and seriously. What does he mean? He hopes Harry knows how much he loves him as he tells him that every single day. "I'm not lying. I really do love you."

Harry kissed him again. "I know, I was talking to your portrait earlier and he lied about not seeing you around," he admitted to the Slytherin. Draco sighed, hoping his portrait wasn't rude to Harry. "Your nose does this cute little twitch thing; it's how I can tell."

Draco glowed with a loving smile. He doesn't know it's that easy to tell when he lies. No wonder his mother can easily tell as well. "I'm glad you know then."

Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder. Today's events really shook him. Getting kissed by your boyfriend's father, hell, that was weird. "I still cannot believe your father kissed me."

"I'll be talking with him soon, don't you worry," Draco assured him sternly. Oh, he and his father will have a heated discussion about boundaries with Harry. "So, was there anything apart from the kiss that you knew was different?"

"I didn't pick it up at first, but I did notice a few different things," said Harry. How did he not see it at all? "Like how he curls his lip when concentrating hard. He's a good dancer too, not that you aren't."

"Gee, thanks," Draco said in a sarcastic tone. He knows how good of a dancer he is and can tease Harry all he wants since he knows how bad Harry's dancing was.

Harry laughed. "But during the kiss, I knew for a fact that it couldn't have been you. But I questioned myself. Who could have it been? I didn't think you and your father would go around pretending to be each other." He then realised something disturbing, "Oh god..."

"What?" asked Draco worriedly as he saw the horror on his boyfriend's face.

"I hope I haven't been..." said Harry, stopping mid-sentence. He didn't want to even think about it...

Draco laughed loudly and knew what Harry meant. Why the hell would he leave Harry unsupervised? He's stuck by Harry like glue since he made the truce. "No, you've shagged and been shagged by me and only me."

Harry gave a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness." But then he gently pushed Draco away and took a step back while narrowing his eyes. "And what if you're Narcissa and my Draco's down in the kitchen or lounge room somewhere?"

Draco smiled sweetly and shook his head. He knew that his own mother would never do such a thing. Only his father would since he's literally sneaky and gets up to mischief here and there. But not too mischief like Fred and George. Merlin, if his own father was that mischief how would he survive? "Ask me a question only your Draco would know then?"

"When was the first time we ever hugged?" asked Harry straightforwardly with narrowed eyes.

Draco sighed, remembering that sweet time. It was such a beautiful memory, scenting the Pine in Harry's hair as he hugged him and feeling how warm, snugly, and comfortable Harry was. "Right after coming out from the Hufflepuff bedroom after you spotted Professor McGonagall coming down the hallway so the best thing I could do that wouldn't raise suspicion is hug you. But I really wanted to hug you anyway."

Harry couldn't help but smile, remembering the memory too well and thinking the same. "Correct, and when did I first kiss you... on the mouth?"

"Literally in my dreams," Draco said moonily with a dreamy smile. He saw Harry crossing his arms over his chest, looking quite serious. "You kissed me while I was under the sleeping potion. I thought it was a dream but when I woke up, I could feel your kiss lingering on my lips."

Harry blushed and nodded at the memory. He still couldn't believe Draco didn't kiss back then. He walked back towards Draco and hugged him dearly, "I love you so sodding much."

"I love you too, Harry Potter," Draco responded back with a huge smile. "So, sodding, bloody much."

Harry then leaned in for a deep kiss. But in the kiss, he hesitated and pulled out, "Oh, um...We need to talk about something."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed worriedly at the look of trepidation on his boyfriend's face. "Yes?"

"Can we go to your room?" asked Harry suddenly. He didn't want to just stand here and talk about it. The conversation could last for hours.

Draco nodded. They exited the bright music room and made their way to Draco's room. They chuckled at the portrait of themselves snogging as they headed towards the grand staircase. They even made silly faces at the third-year portrait of Draco.

The portrait of the third-year Draco rolled his eyes and said in his most rich accent, "How humiliating."

As they entered Draco's room, Harry sat down on the end of the bed and began, "Snape will be taking Occlumency lessons with me."

"Harry, he knows about us," Draco answered while sitting down next to his Gryffindor boyfriend with a smile. He even knows his Godfather approves of his and Harry's relationship. "You needn't worry."

"I know," Harry said softly while giving Draco a loving smile. But then his expression turned serious. "But if he dives deeper into my memories and thoughts..."

"How deep?" asked Draco, thinking about all the private times he has had with Harry that shouldn't be seen.

Harry smiled and trailed his hand down Draco's chest, to his stomach and to his prick to give him an example of what kind of memories he'll be able to see. "Very deep. Snape would be able to see this very moment."

"Oh," Draco said gawkily, looking down at their twined hands and understood what Harry meant. He smirked at the realisation, "That deep."

Harry nodded. "There's nothing I really can do about it, though Sirius recommended that I should practise using a non-verbal Protego. But practise non-verbal summoning spells first."

"That's an idea," said Draco with a nod of approval. He'd like to help Harry out with the spells as he too wouldn't want his godfather looking deeply into Harry's thoughts. "How about now?"

"Now?" asked Harry, unsure with it being nearly dinnertime.

"Now," said Draco, nodding yet again.

Harry grabbed his wand from his jumper pocket and looked around the room. His eyes spotted the picture of him and Draco dancing around the fountain in Venice city as well as kissing. He smiled sweetly at the photo, loving how it reminded him of the picture of his mother and father dancing around the fountain but with the love of his life. The one and only, Draco Lucius Malfoy. He looked back into silver eyes and kissed him slowly for a couple of seconds, smiled at the tingling sensation on his lips, pointed his wand at the picture and thought the charm, "Accio Picture."

"Didn't work?" Draco asked with a smile. The second time's the charm.

"No." Harry sighed, pointed his wand at a black coloured book with the words 'Twilight' in white text and said, "Accio book." The book flew into his hands. At least he knew he could still cast the charm. He tried the non-verbal Accio on the picture again, trying to hear the voice in his head say the charm. "Accio Picture." Nothing.

Draco could see the concentration on his boyfriend's face and smile. He loves how Harry bites his lip when deep in concentration. It's adorable!

"Accio picture!" The picture frame moved a centimetre towards Harry but didn't fly to him. Harry sighed and bit his lip.

"At least it moved," Draco assured him and kissed his cheek. He was so proud of his Gryffindor boyfriend at the spell.

Harry tried again. "Accio Picture!" The picture flew towards Harry, he managed to grasp it in mid-air. "Yes!"

Draco rubbed circles over Harry's palms with his thumbs. "Congratulations!" He also knew dinner was nearly ready and his stomach was grumbling for food. "Now I think it's time for some dinner, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Harry sighed happily. He felt so good that he could actually do a non-verbal spell now. Even if it's just one spell. He still needs to practise the Protego charm non-verbally though. "It's tomorrow we head back to school or the next day?"

"Tomorrow, yes," Draco said and kissed him. After the sweet kiss, he said, "Just so you know, with father, he likes getting there early so he can talk to the Nott's or Goyle's. Mother doesn't mind what time we get there as long as we have more than 30 minutes until the train departs."

"You have very organised parents," Harry said while smiling into silver orbs. The Weasley's were sort of organised, but even if they were a few minutes late when they should have left, they could get their kids to the Hogwarts express on time. He saw the obvious eye roll from the Slytherin, knowing what he was thinking, "Right...because Malfoy's are always organised."

Draco nodded and caressed Harry's cheeks slowly as he was looking at his beautiful boyfriend for a while. He loves checking out his boyfriend because, well, he is just so perfect! He smiled, looked deep into emerald green orbs and kissed him lovingly. "Let's head down for dinner."