What happened at Christmases

First Year

Harry was waiting for Ron and Hermione outside the library, as he had been thrown out by Madam Pince just a minute earlier for wandering off to the Restricted Section. He hoped they would finish soon, hardly anything else could be found about this Nicolas Flamel today. They would have to try again during the holiday for it. This was promising to be the best Christmas he’d ever had, even the research duty sounded more like a fun adventure rather than normal boring library work. Nothing could drag his mood down, not even–

“What are you doing here?” Came a familiar haughty noise from behind him. “Trying to see if someone is willing to adopt you at the last minute before the holiday, aren’t you?”

No, not even Malfoy could ruin his good mood. 

Plus, Hermione had made him realise that most of Malfoy’s taunt about Harry having no proper family was a way to cover his anger and jealousy. After all, Harry was the youngest Seeker of the century that Hogwarts had ever seen. 

Thus, he ignored Malfoy’s jab and peered into the library’s door, checking if his friends had started packing their things yet. Apparently not, he could still see Hermione frantically flipping through a tome and forcing Ron to look at some points in a page. 

Malfoy followed his gaze. “Oh, your pathetic friends kicked you out?” Malfoy’s drawl continued without being encouraged. “Wonder what you have done that even rift-raft like Weasleys and mu–”

But Malfoy couldn’t finish his insult this time, nor Harry wished to hear the complete sentence. He already stepped forwards and took a handful of Malfoy’s robe, wanting nothing more than to wipe the smirk off the Slytherin’s face. Caught off guard, Malfoy stumbled forward and instinctively grabbed Harry’s arms for balance. His face almost collided with Harry’s, and when the sudden grey eyes looked up at him merely inches away, Harry was so startled that he let go at once, as if Malfoy’s robe was on fire. 

Malfoy flopped hard on the floor. 

Deciding that the fall was brutal enough to satisfy him, Harry turned to walk away, only to find he couldn’t move. No, he could move, but he could not step forwards. There seemed to be some kind of invisible wall that had been put up. He tried another direction but to no avail. Beneath him, Malfoy appeared to have the same problem, his back was leaning against an unseen surface even though there was nothing but air surrounding him.

“What happened?” Harry asked.

“Oh no…” was Malfoy’s reply. 

“What? What is that?” Harry pointed to the thing that fell out of Malfoy’s robe that lay idly nearby, clearly was the source for Malfoy’s forming panic.

“It’s a mistletoe, you idiot. No wonder no family wants you for Christmas, you don’t know the most basic thing about the holiday.”

“Of course I know it’s a mistletoe.” Harry countered hotly. “But why are you carrying one around?” 

At Malfoy’s non-reply, Harry huffed and pushed at the invisible wall again. Nothing changed since his earlier effort. “Wait, is it the thing that traps us in here?” He belatedly realised.

“Yes. I was hoping to catch something more interesting. Maybe you and Weasley. But you idiot had to go and set it on ourselves.”

Typical Malfoy. He should have known Malfoy never just happened upon him without any backup. If it weren’t his two bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, it would be an evil mistletoe. 

“So how to get out?”

Somehow, it terrified Malfoy even more. 

“A spell then? But I don’t know any spell that can do it. You must know, you made this after all.”

“A Slytherin junior gave it to me, Potter. I hardly invented the thing.”

“But they don’t tell you how to get out of it?”

Again, Malfoy went silent and motionless. He chewed on his bottom lip as if he was fighting an internal battle with himself. 

“Fine, don’t tell me then. I’ll just wait for Hermione.” He didn’t want to spend another second in this horrible situation, but it was not like he had another choice. No other students were around the library one day before the winter break, so his friends were his only hope. “She’ll come out of the library any moment now and she’ll know the exact spell to destroy this mistletoe of yours.” 

“I doubt Granger would be that smart. This is advanced magic, not something a first-year can muck around with.”

“Then she will get a teacher. See if you like it when I tell Professor McGonagall what happened. She’ll take points from you for sure. And detention too.”

“No!” Malfoy suddenly exclaimed. “No, I can’t be found like this. Not with you.”

“What?”

Malfoy looked like he might cry. “No no no, I can’t not be seen. People will talk…”

“What are you on about?” Surely he was being overdramatic. Harry knew Malfoy lost house points before and they had shared one detention.

“Father would kill me if he finds out I let something like this happen…”

Not waiting for Harry to pose another question, Malfoy pushed himself on his feet decisively. He looked straight into Harry’s eyes, with a gaze half frightened half determined. Then his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in. 

Before Harry could understand what was happening, the other boy’s lips touched his. 

As fast as light and as light as a feather. 

Five seconds later, the pressure on Harry’s lips disappeared. 

Malfoy fled so quickly as if the devil was on his heel. 

Harry, on the other hand, was stunned into oblivion and wasn’t sure if he could move again in this century.

So that was the story of how Harry Potter lost his first kiss ever to Draco Malfoy.

 Second Year

“What are you doing here, Potter? It’s not safe to go wandering around dark corridors these days, don’t you listen to old Dumby? Especially with the glorious title of Mudblood’s friend as you are?”

Sure enough, Harry turned around in the empty corridor and saw Malfoy’s pointed face. He didn’t expect to see the boy so soon after he and Ron just got out of the Slytherin’s common room. Luckily, he had changed out of the Slytherin’s uniform, otherwise it would be impossible to not raise any suspicion.

“Shut up, Malfoy. It’s none of your business.” Harry spatted. “What about you? What are you doing, straying so far from your dungeon when it’s almost curfew?” 

“Curfew is only for a coward like you, Potter. Now run along, before the Slytherin heir finds you and sends you to death. Not that I care, anyway.” 

Malfoy smirked and pushed Harry aside roughly, heading towards the Hospital Wings, which was just a few feet away. Belatedly, Harry realised he might be looking for Crabbe and Goyle, who had excused to leave for the hospital when Crabbe - played by Ron then - suddenly turned ill. However, Malfoy wouldn’t find his friends there, but likely Hermione in an unspeakable condition. 

One could easily guess what Malfoy would say and do once he saw her furry face. 

“Wait!” Harry called hastily. While frantically working for a rational reason to stop Malfoy from entering the hospital, he fumbled to grab Malfoy’s arms to halt him, ended up gripping his robe. He yanked back nevertheless, sending Malfoy stumbling on the floor. The force of fall was strong enough to drag Harry down with him, landing square on the Slytherin a mere second later.

“What’s in Merlin’s name– Get off me, you imbecile!” Malfoy yelped, and Harry had full intention of following. 

Unfortunately, Peeves chose that time to pop into the scene.

“Ohhhh, what do we have here?” There was clear joy in the poltergeist’s voice. “Potter? And Malfoy? Oh, interesting. Very interesting indeed. No, no, you cannot get up, it’s more fun this way. Here, let me help the two of you.”

Harry looked up just in time to see Peeves throwing something at the ceiling over their heads, crackling madly before flying off to somewhere else, possibly to cause more havoc - his favourite thing to do during the holiday. Swallowing down a shout after the poltergeist, Harry took another look at the thing he left behind. 

“Oh no…” He groaned out loud. 

“What? What happened? And why haven’t you got off me yet, Potter?” 

True to Peeves’ word when he said he wanted them to stay in this position, Harry couldn’t get up no matter how hard he tried. The blasted mistletoe kept sending him slamming down everytime he so much as put some gap between him and the boy underneath. It got famous this year, this pranking mistletoe, which would trap two random people and the only way to get out was two trappers kissing. No other spells worked, even those of most experienced professors. Peeves was reported more than once to spring those randomly on students he encountered. Harry was quite sure it was the same kind Malfoy accidentally set on them last Christmas, and understood why Malfoy had freaked out when he thought other people would find him with Harry in that situation. 

Oh Merlin, it was Christmas too, wasn’t it? He blushed at the memory. Harry never told anyone what happened, including Ron and Hermione. Something just wasn't meant to share. 

“Potter, are you still alive?” Beneath him, Malfoy wriggled harder. “Or the Slytherin’s heir got you already?”

“Peeves set one of the mistletoe on us.” He saw no point in lying. “So I cannot move.”

“What? What do you mean?” Malfoy yelped, twisted his head around to see. His eyes widened as he saw what exactly Harry had meant.

“No no no, it can’t be happening. Not again.” Then he suddenly turned back to Harry, eyes narrowing. “It’s you, you got us into this.”

There was no retort from Harry because he did get them into this. But rather this than risking Malfoy finding out what happened to Hermione. And no one was around anyway, Ron had left earlier with Percy and tried to talk his brother into not making a big deal of Hermione’s condition, so maybe Harry should just swing it. The sooner he did it, the faster he got free. 

Malfoy, being the biggest git in the world, of course didn’t make it easy for him. He dodged when Harry leaned in. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“The only thing that will get us out of this. What else?”

Panic flooded Malfoy’s face. “And what will that be?” He asked despite being fully aware what it was.

“Oh, for the love of Godric, do I need to spell it out for you?” Harry dived in but missed the target again. If Malfoy kept being stubborn like that, he didn’t know how long his bravery could hold up for. “Fine, come up with other plans then, if you don’t want to use mine. You were an expert on these kinds of mistletoes, weren’t you?” 

Malfoy had the decency to blush at that. “Are you sure you cannot move?”

“No, I just want to cuddle you all night.”

“Fine! Go ahead then!” 

The Slytherin hardened his glare and waited. Harry cowered a bit under the harsh look, but he plunged forwards nevertheless, heart pounding madly. His lips landed on the correct destination this time, meeting Malfoy with a wet noise. He counted in his head for five seconds, which was the minimum time they had to kiss. 

One… Malfoy’s lips felt softer and warmer than he remembered.

Two… And he tasted like chocolate, which was probably true, since the boy had eaten it earlier in the common room.

Three… Oh, did he just move his lips against Harry?

Four… And now Harry moved his lips against his. 

Five… Wow, so they were actually actively kissing each other?

And it was time for the kiss to end. 

Harry pushed himself up after that, meeting no challenge. Malfoy followed shortly, took a little longer to recover from his position. 

“I can’t believe I let that filthy mouth of yours kiss me again.” Malfoy grunted, wiping his mouth with the sleeves. 

Blindly, Harry copied the act.

“Said the person who assaulted me for my first kiss.” Harry retorted, sensing it was not a smart comeback in this particular case.

“I didn’t– Stay away from me, Potter!” Huffing, Malfoy strode back to the dungeon’s direction. 

Well, at least Harry had accomplished something from this, Hermione would be safe from any insults. For now. 

“So do you!” Harry shouted to the angry retreating back. 

And that was the story of how Harry Potter kissed Draco Malfoy again in his second year at Hogwarts.

Third Year

Harry was gazing between the miraculous map that George and Fred just gave him and the door the twins had disappeared into. Should he really be using this? He traced the secret passage to Honeydukes with his finger, reasoning with himself that he only wanted to use it to get into Hogsmeade. Filch wouldn’t know. 

And Mrs. Norris’ dot had jumped up to the above floor. If he was going to leave, this was his chance. 

Decided, he rolled up the map, stuffed it inside his robes and hurried to the door of the classroom. He made it to the statue of the one-eyed witch safely. Unfortunately, once there, he heard footsteps coming. In hindsight, it was quite stupid of him to take the map out again and check his location. So when Draco Malfoy rounded the corner, Harry barely had time to hide it again. 

Of course, Malfoy - with the designed fate to catch Harry’s every bad moment - had seen the act.

“What are you doing?” Malfoy strode straight to Harry’s spot, eyeing suspiciously. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.” Harry said, hoping he didn’t sound too fidgety. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to go to Hogsmeade?”

“I have a cold so my mother thinks it’s best for me to stay in this week. Of course, unlike you, Hogsmeade isn’t such a big deal for me. I’ve been to plenty of magical villages in the world, and compared to them, Hogsmeade is second-rate at best.” 

“Whatever, Malfoy.”

“You haven’t answered my question. What are you hiding?” Malfoy repeated. 

Harry had kind of hoped he would forget that after the unwelcome bragging.

“Nothing that concerns you, that’s for sure.”

“It’s something illegal, isn’t it? I bet you’re about to do something with this ugly statue. A potion to make it become your girlfriend and protect you from the Dementor, perhaps?” Malfoy sneered haughtily.

“Why do you care? Are you jealous? This statue is already your girlfriend or something?” 

“Shut up, Potter! Let me see what’s in your robe!” 

Without waiting for the Gryffindor’s response, Malfoy took out his wand and shot a Knockback Jinx at Harry. Harry was pushed backwards with a great force, his back hit the statue roughly. Malfoy then dived forwards, straddled Harry, one hand pressed at the chest, the other slipped under the robe, searching blindly. 

This was not good at all, being touched all over like that, for many different reasons, one of it was–

“Stop, stop it, Malfoy. You’re making me… ticklish!”

That stopped Malfoy abruptly. His hand stilled on Harry’s stomach area, before it disappeared for a brief seconds and was replaced by five fingernails, digging into Harry's flesh. “How about this? Still ticklish?” 

“Ouch! Stop it! Stop molesting me!” 

Harry’s own hands finally freed from being trapped behind his back and they wasted no time fighting back Malfoy. After that, it was a blur of hand movement - slapping, scratching, hitting, pinching, hair pulling,... -  occasionally mixed in some insults from both parties. Being the one who was sat on, Harry was at a slight disadvantage, got a few scratches to his face and a punch in his stomach. But he gave as good as he got, which meant a bruise right under Malfoy’s eyes and several red marks in the other boy’s arms. 

However, it was never considered as a proud battle in Harry’s life, especially when ten minutes later, the juvenile fight was not much different from where it started. The position was almost the same, but instead of leaning against the statue, Harry was now leaning more towards the boy on his thighs. One of his hands was stilling Malfoy’s wrist, while the other managed to take a handful of blonde hair. Unfortunately, Malfoy’s other hand was also buried in his own unruly curls.

A silent mutual agreement allowed them to stop to take a breath and consider what to do next. Both were equally strong, or equally weak, so fighting didn’t seem like a great idea anymore. Magic was regrettably out of question, neither could withdraw wand without the other’s notice. The last thing Harry needed now was a duel - another reason to keep him within the castles were any teacher to find out. And they would, because that was how life worked for Harry. 

Even if he was resolute to not commit to illegal duels, his luck did not suddenly take off. Footsteps were echoing in the hall, somewhere not far from their current place. And not someone’s footsteps, Snape’s footsteps. There was no mistake about the Potion teacher’s voice, talking to someone sounding a lot like Flitwick. 

If it was anyone else, he might be able to blame Malfoy for the situation they were in, which was the truth anyway. But with Snape there, even Flitwick couldn’t give him the justice he deserved. 

Harry could already see the scenario where Snape confiscated Fred and George’s map, docked a thousand points from Gryffindor, gave him a detention that lasted for a lifetime, while giving Malfoy a brand new broom for successfully arresting Harry.

On top of him, Malfoy had started to grin like a cat got its cream. There was no doubt what he would do next.

“Your funeral, Potter.” He smirked and cleared his throat dramatically, raising his voice. “Profff– uhmmm–”

The rest of the word was cut short when Harry suddenly lunged forward, doing the only thing he could think of that could shut the Slytherin up in this situation. 

He kissed him. 

The plan was careless but it worked. At the first few seconds, Malfoy was too stunned to move, but when sense finally caught up with him, he wriggled madly to break out, yanking Harry’s hair to pull the boy’s head back. Harry ignored the pain, applied more force at the hand he was cradling the blonde head, pressing it down so that his mouth could fit in better. He didn’t dare to stop, because everytime he slowed down a bit, Malfoy tried to speak again, and Harry had to kiss him harder until the Slytherin was forced to swallow all those words down. 

If he could allow himself to daydream, he could almost pretend those weak protests of Malfoy’s lips as an effort to respond to his kiss. And those earnest pushes of Malfoy’s tongue, perhaps to shove Harry’s one out of his mouth, as an attempt to wrap their tongues together in the wildest dance. This was the first time he ever got this far in a snog with someone, never mind that it was Draco Malfoy he was engaged in snogging with. 

Never mind that his other experience was also limited only to Draco Malfoy. 

He was vaguely aware that the footsteps were fading away, indicating that other people never went his way, but he didn’t pull out from kissing yet. To prevent Malfoy from bolting up after Snape and dragging him back here, he reasoned with himself. Malfoy must be aware of the same thing, he stopped wiggling too much and appeared to actually return the kiss. For a moment there, their snog had become real, and it felt bloody amazing and divine, until Malfoy wrestled their mouths apart, breathing hotly at Harry’s close-up face.

“What… Why… Why did you do something like that?” His voice shook, not with fury. “What were you thinking?”

“And I had to stop you from calling him, so…” 

“Anyone can see us! Snape almost sees us!”

“What’s the big deal? Scared that Snape will not love you anymore if he sees you making out with Harry Potter?”

“Because it’s disgusting! You’re disgusting, Potter!”

“You still kissed me three times now, so what does it say about you? And may I remind you that just earlier, you had your hand all over me. Eager to feel all of me, aren’t you?” 

“You–” Then Malfoy was kissing him again. It was shorter than last time, but no less awesome, especially when two people actively participated from the start.

“Four times.” Harry smiled, genuinely smiled, when Malfoy slowly disentangled their mouths. Then he reached up, reconnecting them, just because. “Five times.” He murmured against the other boy’s swollen lips, which hovered close even after the kiss was over. “So… leave me alone now, will you?” 

“It must be something huge–” Malfoy said, uneven breathing ghosted Harry’s face. “–the thing you’re hiding. For you to kiss me so many times rather than disclose it.”

“It turns out that kissing out wasn’t that much of a burden. In fact, it is the only thing I find useful about your mouth so far.” As if to prove, Harry risked another kiss. A brief brush, but the taste lingered nevertheless. “Six.”

“You’re not getting off the hook that easily. I’m still going to tell Snape after this.  I don’t even need proof, and he will still find out your secret thing sooner or later.”

“Go on then, get off me and run to your precious professor. I’m not scared of you, Malfoy. But if you do set Snape after me, I will kiss you again, right in front of the whole school. See if your father likes to hear about it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Of course he wouldn’t dare. As much pleasure he discovered in snogging Malfoy, this secret would never come to light if he could help it. Other people did not need to know how twisted his character was. 

On the other hand, Malfoy did not need to know he was not as brave as he sounded. “I’ll do what I need to do. I’m a Gryffindor, Malfoy.” He said simply and met the Slytherin’s lips again. “Seven.”

Malfoy didn’t resist the kiss for a full minute, until he pulled out abruptly and stood up. The absence of weight was almost missed. 

“I hope you catch my cold, Potter.” He sneered, but his jab lacked usual bite and sharpness, and he didn’t mention telling Snape anymore. Maybe he actually took Harry’s words seriously.

Harry stood up as well, flinching when finding out the punch in the stomach hurt more than he thought. “Well, with that much of my saliva transferred in your mouth, you may already catch Gryffindor’s spirit. Which can only be good for you.”

“I’ll never be a Gryffindor, you half-blood.”

For some reason, Malfoy’s reference to his blood status did not bug him as much as usual. “Hey, Malfoy?”

His call paused Malfoy when he began walking away. “What?”

“There’s a mistletoe here.” Harry pointed to the door to a nearby classroom’s door that was already decorated for the holiday.

“So? Not like it’s going to trap us, isn’t it?”

“Does it matter?”

And that was the story of how the total number of kisses Harry Potter shared with Draco Malfoy reached ten.

Fourth Year

“Why did Diggory give you the password to the prefect’s bathroom and tell you to use it, Potter?”

The sudden question almost made Harry’s heart jump out of his chest. He was so caught up in his thought, wondering why a bath would help him to work out what the wailing egg meant and whether Cedric was pulling his leg so that Harry would look like a fool in front of Cho, that he didn’t notice Malfoy approaching. 

“What do you want, Malfoy?” 

“Why did Diggory tell you that? What’s in there?” The Slytherin clearly overheard part of their conversation. Luckily, it seemed that he was the only one.

“Champion’s business.” Harry was not particularly thrilled to use that title to anyone, but Malfoy was always an exception. 

“What business involved only the two of you? And in a bathroom? Unless–” Then Malfoy’s eyes sharpened, narrowing dangerously. “–sweet Salazar, Diggory invited you there so you two can take a bath together!”

Harry was glad for a second that Malfoy didn’t catch the “egg clue” bit - that his mind had focused on the wrong things. Unfortunately, as the words sinked in, Harry realised that the wrong things weren’t as harmless as he thought, because Malfoy had straightly implied that–

“You’re bent for Diggory. And you and Diggory will meet there to shag!”

Holy hell, Harry panickedly looked around to see if anyone else had heard that, because Malfoy’s voice was so bloody loud. Fortunately, the people who remained at the Great Hall were all absorbed in their things, barely spared a glance at them. Still, he could not risk drawing attention to this kind of thing. Judging on the eager smirk on Malfoy’s face, there would be more remarks of the same nature coming. 

Without thinking, he grabbed Malfoy’s wrist and pulled him out of the hall into the nearest rosebush he spotted, ignoring that this felt a lot like they were a couple sneaking out for a snog, like several other couples he encountered on his walk earlier.

Malfoy was willing enough, surprisingly, and didn’t protest once until they were covered from sight. 

“I hope you don’t pull me out here to shag. Your boyfriend would be most disappointed.”

Heat rushed to Harry’s face. “I have to get you out here before your big fat mouth tells the whole world I have a boyfriend, which is a lie. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You’re fooling no one, Potter. You practically drool any time you see Diggory tonight.”

“I’m not drooling! At Cedric or anyone!” It might not be wise to reveal that he had a crush on Cho. Malfoy would never leave that alone. Selling the information to the Daily Prophet would be his first move if he found out. And Merlin knew that the Daily Prophet had ruined his life enough.

“You spent your whole night watching him, Potter.”

“How do you know that? Spent your whole night watching me, Malfoy?”

“Only because you’re too ugly to look away. Seriously, one would think you might have tried washing your face and combing your hair before such a ball. No wonder your date left you.”

“And where’s your date, Malfoy?” First time in this conversation, Harry found himself able to smirk. Just before Cedric interrupted him, he saw Parkinson walking hand in hand with a Dumstrang boy back to the dungeon, and they certainly looked cosy together. “Lost her to a better man, didn’t you?”

“At least she didn’t dump me because I was bent. And fancied Diggory.”

“I don’t fancy Diggory.”

“Not deny the other thing, I see.”

“I am also not bent!”

Suddenly, Malfoy reached out and kissed Harry. Harry would be amazed at how easy he let it happen, and how easy he just went with it without putting up any defence, if he wasn’t already drowned in the sensation. After everything that happened tonight, it felt so great to kiss someone. Snape and Karkaroff, Hagrid and Madame Maxime, Ron, Hermione and Krum, Cho and Cedric,... all dissolved from his mind when Malfoy’s lips touched his. 

He ought to be more alert by this abrupt move of Malfoy, maybe it was a step in his master plan to ridicule Harry, maybe all his gang were gathering nearby to laugh at Harry the second he emerged, or maybe Rita Skeeter with her camera and pen was waiting just outside the bush, ready to burst in any second… But as he slipped his tongue into Malfoy’s greedy mouth, and Malfoy’s one danced between his teeth, he simply let go.

At some point during the kiss, Malfoy had pushed him down on the ground and climbed on his thigh, repeating the position they had once been in last Christmas. 

The Christmas that left Harry a lot of memories that he thought about more frequently than he wanted to admit, even with himself. 

The Christmas that appeared in his dreams nearly every damn week, leaving him all confused and on edge when he woke up, while the dream that Cho or any other girl in it never had that quite effect. 

The Christmas that always came to him in the dark, making him ashamed but satisfied, ever since his body knew what urges and wants meant. 

And now, another Christmas, he was kissing Draco Malfoy again. He would feel embarrassed and guilty later, but right now, the body wants what the body wants.

“Not bent, are you?” Malfoy whispered, not sure how long later, when they both had to stop for air. “Then what is this?”

“You kiss me first so it doesn’t count.” But Harry knew it did count.

“I wasn’t talking about that. This–” The Slytherin grinded his hips, pressed his bottom harder on Harry’s groin, where a full erection was striking. “–this. How do you plan to explain this?”

The only reason Harry was not yet mortified was because the feel of another hardness pressing at his stomach was impossible to miss. He reached one hand down there, boldly cupping the clothed bulge. “Are you sure you want to ask me about it?”

Unexpectedly, Malfoy let out a low moan, which went straight to Harry’s cock. He had a hard time keeping his hips from jerking upwards and throwing all cautions to the wind. Instead, he tried to shift his focus on talking to Malfoy, painfully as it was, literally and figuratively.

“Why did you kiss me, Malfoy?”

“To prove that you’re bent.”

“What about you then? If I’m bent, what does that make you?” 

“I never said I’m not bent. Just… just it’s not the reason Pansy left with another boy. She’s already known.”

“Oh.” Oh indeed. Caught off guard by the surprise confession, Harry didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t announce that he was queer as well just because Malfoy said it, couldn’t he? Because he was not sure. He was still attracted to girls, like Cho Chang. But he also wanted Malfoy, in this specific moment at least. So he did the only thing he deemed as suitable for the situation - he kissed Malfoy again. Readily, Malfoy responded with the same vigour. 

“Just to be clear… I still don’t… Like you.” Malfoy said between kisses. “It’s just… Christmas time… Everyone was snogging each other… And you… You were available… To me.”

“Me too… And also, it’s Christmas… We always… Kiss at Christmas… So it’s no big deal… Tomorrow… We’ll be back to… Hating each other… Just the same.”

“Agree.”

Being clear on what page they were both in, Malfoy began to grind his arse down, and Harry’s cock decided that it loved the motion. So before both of them acknowledged it, they were rutting against each other enthusiastically, Harry with Malfoy’s arse and Malfoy with Harry’s stomach. Their mouths never rested during the sinful rhythm, if not snogging then they were moaning, if not moaning then they were searching other parts of other’s faces that hadn’t been kissed. The sensation, the pleasure was too overwhelming to handle. Shortly, Harry had lost control and spilled out his bliss. The cry when he came went down Malfoy’s throat, who took only five more seconds to release his own. Still, they stayed like that for minutes, with arms snaking around one another’s back and forehead pressing together, after the best orgasm that both had ever experienced in their life. 

“Better cast yourself a Scourgify with that.” Malfoy said when they silently got up and adjusted themselves. They had wet their pants and each other’s in the most obvious way.

“Ok.” Harry said numbly, turn the other way to practise the spell. He heard Malfoy did the same. 

When he turned back, Malfoy had already left the rose bush and practically ran back inside the castle.

Fine, now it was over, he could comfortably go back to hate that boy. Though, for some reason, he didn’t think it would be that easy as both of them had hoped. There were certain things that could change a relationship forever, and getting off together was definitely one.

All in all, that was the story of how Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fared at the Yules Ball when they didn’t get to go with whom they really wanted.

Fifth Year

Harry felt as if he was walking through a thick fog after Cho said goodbye, leaving him in the Requirement Room alone with his thoughts. He was unable to wrap his mind around what just happened. He finally got the kiss of the girl that he’d liked for ages, but it wasn’t like he had dreamed about. 

Nothing was right about that kiss. Maybe it was because Cho was crying, maybe because Harry had been the idiot to go for the kiss while what he needed to do was to cheer Cho up, or maybe because there was simply no spark between them. Granted, it was only a short kiss, so there might not be enough time for either of them to grow any passion. 

Sadly, as Harry remembered all other kisses he had, all of which were with someone he hated his guts, had sent him to a much more exciting place than this. Even a fleeting one with five seconds. With Cho though, he just felt miserable, confused and wet.  

He wished he could talk to his friends about this, Hermione for example, who would surely know what to do. Not the whole thing, only the Cho’s part. He doubted that either Ron or Hermione could help him with the problem regarding the other kisses, that was if they didn’t faint first at the confession of Harry’s most hidden guilty secrets. 

With mind straying to those guilty secrets, it came as no surprise when Harry found his eyes searching for the dot labelled Draco Malfoy on the map instead of checking the safe route for going back to the dormitory. Malfoy was a hazard, so it was only rational to keep a look out for the Slytherin. To avoid him, as Harry reasoned with himself. However, when Malfoy’s dot appeared at the fifth floor bathroom with Lenny McGee - a sixth-year Gryffindor, he had hesitated going straight back to the common room. 

Lenny, according to what Harry knew about this housemate, was a shy and self-reserved boy, but got into trouble often enough because of his both verbal and physical clumsiness. He got teased a lot within his own house for that. But when it came to other houses, such as Slytherins, they might not find his mistake that funny. And since the dot of Malfoy and Lenny did not move in the past five minutes, it was likely that Lenny had done something to offend Malfoy and now he was being punished for that. 

As usual, without thinking, Harry set off to the aforementioned bathroom at once, with the expectation of rescuing his housemate from the claw of an evil snake.

Lenny was indeed in Malfoy’s claw, but he was not being hexed or jinxed or punished in any kind of such. Unless you count being snogged senseless as a torture, then Lenny was surely in hell. Harry was so shocked that he let out a choked cry, forgetting that his presence should be unknown. It was a low sound, but the quiet of the night made it echo in the bathroom, instantly breaking the snogging pair apart. They looked over the door to see Harry, Malfoy’s panic quickly turned to relief, while Lenny jumped off the sink - because that was where Malfoy had him - in horror and fled the scene with the speed of light, not looking back at neither Malfoy nor Harry. 

Within seconds, Harry was left with the least person he wanted to be alone right now. 

Malfoy strode to the door then. He thought the Slytherin would follow his partner’s suit and walk away, but he simply reached behind Harry and closed the door. 

“And now you lock the door?” If he locked it in the first place, Harry would never walk in on them. Ok, that was not true, because he would break down the door if he thought Malfoy was torturing Lenny inside, so the same result would come out either way. 

“Yes, to prevent other perverts from creeping up on me again while I’m busy.”

“And what are you busy doing now? Your boyfriend has run away.”

“That’s not my boyfriend. As if I would go out with that flighty coward. Should’ve known, all that Gryffindor’s bravery is just a load of crap.”

Harry ignored the insults referring to his house, too exhausted for the day for that kind of argument. “Not your boyfriend, huh? Doesn’t look like it a minute ago?”

“Please, Potter. If kissing someone under a mistletoe means a relationship, then you and I would be married by now.” 

His face heated and it took a few seconds for him to come up with a response. “Didn’t see a mistletoe anywhere here.”

“There was one in the hall, where we started. But if you need it—.” Malfoy took his wand and pointed at the ceiling, conjuring a perfect mistletoe over their heads. “—there, happy?” Then he stepped in Harry’s space and kissed him. As easy as that. 

Despite his body immediately singing YES, Harry still gathered enough nerve to push Malfoy away, hands bracing the other boy’s shoulders to keep him at bay. “NO!”

Malfoy clearly did not expect this reaction from him, though that didn’t deter his intention one bit. “You scared my partner away, the least you can do now is make it up to me.” 

“It doesn’t work that way, Malfoy. I don’t care if you’re too horny to keep it in your pants anymore, I’m not doing it with you. Not again.”

“What’s the big deal, Potter? We kissed every Christmas, that almost became our tradition now. We can totally get back to hating each other once we’re done.”

“Yes. Exactly. We hate each other for every other day of the year. But then throw in a mistletoe, you suddenly want to kiss me with the mouth that you use to call me, my friends, my family by the meanest, dirtiest, most disgusting words ever? You want to touch me with the hands you use to cast the most vicious, cruel hex towards anyone who you think beneath you? Even a sociopath like you must realise how twisted that sounds.”

For a moment, it seemed that Harry’s words had managed to break into Malfoy’s head, as the Slytherin stood speechless, staring as if Harry had grown a second head. Assumed that Malfoy would leave him alone now, Harry reached for the door knob, but barely touched it when Malfoy stilled his hand with his long elegant fingers. He reached for his wand a second too late when Malfoy towered him, trapped him between his lanky body and the bathroom door. In a swift move, Malfoy’s arms braced on either side of Harry, one of his knees went up between Harry’s thighs, and his face rested right above Harry’s, their noses touching. 

“You’re right, Potter. But think about it like this. We have the whole year being an arse to each other, and we need this one moment once in a while for balance. Snogging each other senselessly is the only way that keeps us from murdering one another in the remaining 364 days of the year. Half an hour for another year of survival, not a bad trade, isn’t it?”

It was a stupid reason, Harry knew it and Malfoy probably knew it. But out of a million reasons to not do it, at that moment, they only needed one excuse to go for the kiss, regardless of sensibility. Now they even had two. One was that bunch of nonsense Malfoy just made up. Two was that snogging each other felt bloody amazing. 

“What about Lenny?” Harry asked, when he found nothing else to say.

“Who?”

“The one you’ve been kissing earlier?”

“Oh, you mean McGee? Didn’t know his first name was Lenny. Anyway, what about him? I told you we’re not anything. As if I would ever date a Gryffindor.”

“Nothing, just… you seem to have no problem switching from kissing him to me. Like it doesn’t matter who you get off with, as long as they have… a penis.” 

“True. It doesn’t matter to me, unless it was– unless it was someone special. Like you. I mean, you’re special to me because you’re my nemesis. So kissing you will be different from any other boy. That, or whatever. What about you, huh, have any boyfriend? Or a girlfriend if you still insist on not being bent?”

Harry thought about Cho and the way she instantly said goodbye after they kissed, without letting Harry ask what that made them now. So, the correct answer to Malfoy’s question would be “No. No girlfriend. Or boyfriend.” And then he had to add. “I’m all yours tonight.” 

The moment his mind caught up with what came out of his mouth, Harry was thunderstruck. Why, why did he have to go and say something like that? 

As if agreeing to snog Malfoy didn’t do enough damage to his dignity. 

As if he was that desperate to spend the whole night with Malfoy in this bathroom, kissing and perhaps other things. 

Because he wasn’t. 

Not at all.

As expected, Malfoy grinned at his words, his eyes sparkled in the dim-lit room, as a predator finally got its prey. “Mine? All night?”

“Just an expression, Malfoy! Shall we start or not?” Great, now he sounded both desperate and eager. Could he be any more shameless? 

Against all odds, Malfoy did not taunt him anymore, finally closing the tiny gap between two mouths for the long-restraint kiss. He dived in hungrily, skipping the tender teasing step that they often started with, jumping straight to the stage where their tongues wrapped around each other, licking and biting and stroking and tasting and exploring. The passion peaked right when two breaths blended into one, and Harry found the familiar sensation rising, sending him somewhere comfortable and warm. Like home. 

This was how a kiss should feel. This was how he should feel when kissing somebody. 

Everything should be crystal clear, not miserably confused. 

Too absorbed in the kiss, Harry didn’t notice Malfoy had manoeuvred him farther into the room, all the way to the other side, until his back met a cold stony surface. He opened his eyes enough to ask with his puzzling look, and for some reason, Malfoy also opened his eyes at the same moment and got Harry’s question at once. 

“Can’t risk someone walking by and listening through the door. We’re making too much noise. And about to make more.”

Harry didn’t need to ask, because it was clear what Malfoy intended to do. He was reaching for Harry’s fly and trying to undo it with one hand, while the other working on his own. Harry made no offer to help, but he didn’t protest either. Instead he prepared himself for the second when his own hard cock was finally freed. 

As it turned out, nothing would ever prepare him for the first time that another hand touched it. The lightest brush of Malfoy’s fingers over the bare skin and Harry was on fire. His world blurred and he almost missed the moment when Malfoy’s erection jumped out of the Slytherin’s pants, looking just as flushed and on edge as Harry’s. Dizzy with lust, he blindly wrapped himself around Malfoy, legs hooked behind knees, hands roamed indecently, head buried in neck, mouth moaned and lips sucked. He could stay like that forever, as long as Malfoy kept doing the things where he cradled Harry’s head possessively with one of his hands, and the other took a hold of both their cocks, stroking and rubbing them together. 

But forever was too big for word in this situation, because Harry could barely make it through a few minutes before shooting all over Malfoy’s fist. Malfoy’s pearly fluid blended with his seconds later. 

Exhausted, they both lowered to the ground side by side. Harry tried not to overthink how perfect this was, sitting here with Malfoy in the after-orgasm, when Malfoy’s whole body slumped against Harry, his legs slightly parted with the spent cock still resting on his thigh, his head lolled on Harry’s shoulder in an easy, relaxed way. 

For a while, the only sound in the bathroom was the uneven breathing from two boys and the untamed heartbeats that were threatening to outdo any satisfied sigh. 

“I want to do it again.” Malfoy finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hmmm, with me?”

“Not necessary, but given that you’re right here, so with you is ok too.”

“Oh, you want to do it again now?”

“What’s the matter, tired already, Potter?” The Slytherin smirked, challenging, then pointedly leered at Harry’s soft cock, which jumped a little under the interested look. 

“Not at all, but give me ten minutes.” He grabbed the pointed chin to steer Malfoy’s head up and captured him in a kiss. “No, maybe five is enough.”

Malfoy laughed, leaned in for another brief brush before hauling himself up. “My, my, if I knew you’re this eager to please me after sex, I would have tried to get you off ages ago.” He redid his pants sloppily and walked to the sink, running a tap to wash his hands and face. 

Harry followed suit, but waited for Malfoy to finish and used the same sink rather than choosing from six other sinks in the bathroom. He splashed water on his face while Malfoy looked at the mirror, examining his hair and face.

“Oh, look at this, you gave me a love bite. How nice.” 

Harry looked over to see Malfoy was craning his pale neck where a forming bruise stood out. A blush spread on his face when he recalled how he had madly sucked at the boy earlier, to prevent his own moan from being too loud. 

Irresistibly, he brushed a finger over it. Malfoy let him. 

“Er… you like it?”

“Very. Do you want me to give you one?”

“Err… maybe not. People will ask.” The kissing and the shagging could be hidden as a secret, but the hickey was nothing but a public announcement. 

“Just tell them that someone else did it to you.”

“Is that what you’re going to do? Tell people someone… like Lenny gives you that love bite?”

“No, there’s a spell that can cover it. I will look it up later.”

“Look it up? I thought you must have memorised it enough to be able to cast it in your sleep right now? 

“What gives you that impression?”

“Surely this must be a frequent occurrence for you, Malfoy.”

“Yes, I’m hoping it will be the case in the future, now I have my first.”

“What? Your first? You mean– this, this is your first time?”

“Yes. All of what I did with you was the first time I did those things with other people. Snogging, getting off, getting love bites,... Is it that hard to believe?”

“No. I mean– what I did with you was the first time I did those things with other people, too. But you seemed so confident and good at what you did.” 

“Thank you. But stroking two cocks together is hardly different from wanking. Feel much more fantastic, sure, but the work required is almost the same. There is something new I want to try though, and if you’ve done recovering, I want to do it now.”

“What is it?”

“Wait and find out, shall we?”

“Oh. Right, I think I’m ready.”

“Excellent.”

That was Malfoy’s last word in a very long time. In the next seconds, he yanked down Harry’s pants again, pushed it to mid thighs. He gave a few experiment strokes, enough for Harry’s cock stirred in full hardness, and promptly dropped to his knees. The moment Harry’s mind caught up with what was going to happen, Malfoy’s mouth had swallowed the whole of him. Let out a surprise gasp, he immediately had to grab on the sink to support his weight, as well as to restrain his own body from jerking his hip forwards and fucking the Slytherin’s throat raw. Waves and waves of pleasure coursed through him, leaving him shaken with desire and more alive than ever.

It took even shorter than last time. When Malfoy did the thing that he slid his tongue sinuously from the wrinkled base to the swelled head, Harry’s fate was sealed. One could never tell from how much Harry had come that he just had another orgasm merely fifteen minutes ago. Malfoy had no complaints though, even when Harry gave him no warning before pouring into his mouth. To Harry’s utter shock, Malfoy only spit out a small fraction and swallowed the rest. Actually swallowed it. 

Holy shit!

“Taste not bad.” Malfoy said, licked away some of the splashing remaining beads on his lips. 

“Really?” Harry breathed, almost not believing his eyes.

“It’s no feast, but certainly better than most healing potions.”

“Wow, I have no idea…”

“Of course you don’t. So I take it that I did a good job?”

“Yes. Like you were born to suck cock.” Harry instinctively looked at Malfoy’s cock then, suddenly realised his partner hadn’t had the release yet. “Do you want– You’re still hard, do you want me to– Er, return the favour? I don’t know about blowjobs, because I’m not– not yet– but I suppose I can– wank you?”

Malfoy studied his face for a moment, his own expression unreadable. A few seconds passed and he finally nodded. His shy smile stretched into a smirk. “I’m hardly going to refuse a handjob, am I?” He spread his arm invitingly. “Well, then, have at it, Potter.”

So that was the story of how an innocent kiss under the mistletoe became something much more sensual and intimate, between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. 

Sixth Year

Harry remained crouched down as Snape emerged slowly from the classroom and returned to the party. His mind was racing, trying to memorise every last bit of the conversation he’d just overheard, in order to relate to Ron and Hermione later. Carefully, he freed from underneath the cloak, trying to calm his pulse and put back the casual face before going back to Slughorn’s party. 

Thankfully it was when he had his expression under control and the cloak safely tucked away that another footsteps approached him. It stopped a few inches away, and Harry turned around and saw Draco Malfoy’s thunder face.

“What are you doing here?” He snarled.

“Getting some air. Too crowded at the party. But you wouldn’t know, I suppose, given that you’re not invited and all.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“A minute. Why?”

Malfoy did not answer, glared and shoved past him to enter the classroom he and Snape had their exchange earlier. Feigning innocence, Harry poked his head inside. “What are you doing here? Didn’t Snape tell you to leave already?”

The Slytherin provided no reaction. He was crouching under a desk at the front, evidently looking for something. After one or two minutes of struggling, he huffed loudly and redirected his fury to Harry. “Either leave or come in. Stop blocking the door. Can’t bloody see anything in here.”

“Lumos is a kindergarten level spell, Malfoy.” He did leave the entrance though, to go inside, not away. “And Accio is proven to be effective in finding things too.”

“You think you’re so smart, Potter? Then enlighten me how to do all that without a wand.”

“What? You’re looking for your wand?” No wonder he had to return to this classroom immediately. “Seriously, who would lose their wand?”

“I didn’t lose it, you arse. Snape yanked it out of my hand. I stormed out before– whatever. None of your business.”

Harry smirked to himself, watching Malfoy’s round arse fumbling around for another five minutes before drawing his wand. “Accio Malfoy’s wand.” The thing flew to his hand from a corner of the room in a swift move. 

Malfoy’s anger hadn’t subsided when he stalked up to Harry, hand reaching out. Harry pretended he didn’t know what that meant, only raised his eyebrows in question.

“Give it to me.” Malfoy barked.

“If only it’s as easy as that.”

Being provoked, Malfoy took a handful of Harry’s front robe. “I will hit you, Potter.” Damn him for being so tall that easily towered Harry, but damn Harry if he was any scared of that.

“Oh, I’m quaking in my boot.” 

“I’m not kidding, Potter. I’m not in the mood for this juvenile shit today.”

“An eye for an eye, Malfoy. I’m not giving your wand back for free.”

One of Malfoy’s hands lifted up, and for one moment, Harry really thought he would punch him. Instead the hand squeezed his face, almost painfully, with fingernails digging into flesh. He forced Harry’s chin up. “What do you want then?” 

“It’s Christmas, Malfoy. No need to get your knickers in a twist. Why don’t you think of something and if I like your offer, I will give you back your wand after that offer is fulfilled.” He only planned to taunt Malfoy for a while then returned his wand eventually, so naturally he didn’t have anything available in mind to ask of Malfoy. He doubted the things he wanted to know would be welcome, given that Malfoy wasn’t even willing to share that information with Snape. 

“Don’t you have a party to go to?” Malfoy suddenly asked. “What would your date think if she finds out you’ve abandoned her?”

“You’re right. I should head back to Luna. She’s probably wondering where I’m off to.”

“Yes, so why don’t you just give me my wand and we’re off our different ways?” 

“OR I’ll take your wand with me back to the party and you’ll wait here for me while coming up with your offer.”

“You expect me to sit here for Merlin knows how long, to wait for someone who isn’t even sure to show up, while being completely unarmed?”

“Yes. But don’t worry, I’ll be back in ten minutes. I just need to tell Luna I’m leaving. Right now, you with your offer seems much more interesting than whatever is happening in the party, I must say.”

And not waiting for the Slytherin’s response, Harry shook off the hold on his robe and left the room, for the first time in months feeling oddly at ease.

The promised ten minutes was never achieved, as Slughorn had caught him the second he reentered the party. It took a great deal of energy to remain a polite face when the teacher kept shoving him around, showing him like a new trophy to every person that happens to be within earshot. In the end, he had to count on Luna to come to his rescue. She made excuses for both of them, somehow managed to persuade Slughorn to let Harry leave the party early feeling no offence. 

“You look like you’re so done with the party.” She had said when he offered to walk her back to Ravenclaw tower, “The Coronies around you look like they really want to be somewhere else.”  

When he finally made it back to the classroom, carefully avoiding being seen by the party’s remaining participants, it had been more than half an hour. But he had no doubt that the Slytherin boy didn’t leave, it was his wand Harry was holding hostage after all. 

Sure enough, Malfoy was sitting at a desk near the end, almost blended in the dark, spare for his blonde platinum head.

“Close the door, Potter.” He spoke, a lot calmer than earlier. “Better yet, lock it with a spell.”

“Are you planning to kill me?” Harry asked, casting the locking spell.

“Maybe. Let’s wait and find out.”

Harry snorted, leaning casually on the side of the desk at the first row. “Ok, what do you propose?”

Malfoy looked uncertain for a second before determination suddenly sparked in his eyes. “You said an eye for an eye. So I think a wand for a wand, Potter.”

“Unless you have Voldemort’s wand with you there, I hardly think I care.”

If Malfoy had any reaction towards the mention of the name, the dark room prevented Harry from seeing it. He only saw Malfoy rise up, left the spot and walked up to Harry. 

“No, this wand, Potter.” 

He dropped his robe in a smooth move and revealed a body naked from the waist down, showing another wand that was fully erected, lounging aggressively and erotically between his legs. 

It would be a lie to say Harry did not expect something like this when coming back here, but his correct prediction didn’t help him from staring at Malfoy’s cock for a full minute. Blood rushed down to the same region on his body so fast that his head spun and his knees threatened to buckle. Water filled Harry’s mouth so quickly that he was afraid to choke with his own saliva. He had to swallow several times before trusting his voice enough to speak.

“Your proposal to me… is your cock?”

“Yes.” Malfoy’s grin of relief broke free when he saw want written all over Harry’s face. “And also my service to yours.” He glanced to make sure Harry didn’t miss what he meant. “Handjobs, blowjobs, fucking jobs,... you name it.”

“I– Are you serious? You want– you would go all the way with me just in exchange for your wand?”

“Oh, come on, Potter, we both know that you will give back my wand eventually, even if I offer no price at all. On the other hand, we both know that even if you hand me my wand right now, I won’t draw back my proposal and flee. This is just an excuse for us to do what we both want to do. An one-night thing. Well, I suppose in our case, it’s more than a Christmas thing, isn’t it?”

Harry thought he ought to put up more resistance, but what was the point? The only difference was they would end up all over each other right now or five minutes later. The result was the same, so why waste time on useless arguments when you could be snogging instead? 

Finishing reasoning with himself, he shrugged out of his robe as an indirect confirmation that he would take Malfoy’s offer.

“You listed three things. Do you want to do all that?”

“If you want. We got all night after all.”

“Just to be clear, agreeing to this is I’m giving you my virginity, Malfoy.”

“Sorry in advance for your loss, but you can always have mine as a present.”

“Oh, so you also–”

“Yes, Potter. I’m also a virgin.”

“Oh, ok. Time to inspect your wand, I suppose.”

The first thing on the list was easy enough. It was pretty much a repetition of last year, where they rubbed together while snogged mindlessly. Only this time, Harry was the one who did the stroking for both, but Malfoy was no less enthusiastic in thrusting his hips into Harry’s fist. 

It was a perfect twenty-minute start for a glorious holy night that followed.

Half an hour later, Harry got to give his first ever blowjob and received one at the same time, thanks to the notorious sixty nine position. Perhaps it was because he had read and heard and fantasied a lot about it already, or because Malfoy’s skills felt so exceptional and real on his body that it was so easy to mimic and transfer all that to Malfoy, or because the instinct to suck another cock was always within him, hidden deep beneath, only waited for this particular chance to shine, that Harry encountered no problem in returning the pleasure Malfoy was giving him. 

He was practically a newbie in this aspect, but judging on the way Malfoy’s cock leaking more and more, his hips shaking in the effort of restraining, and his mouth at the other end hastening the speed, he knew for the fact that Malfoy must also be feeling like he was in heaven. 

Just like Harry was.

Harry had certain reservations about having Malfoy shot directly in his mouth when this started, but when Malfoy insisted on keeping his mouth on Harry when he came, and it felt bloody amazing, Harry decided to return the favour for the Slytherin. It was not a bad experience as he had feared, there was something so erotic about having a mouthful of Malfoy’s come. And it didn't taste terrible at all. 

However, when Malfoy crawled on top of his body to rearrange the position, aligning their heads on the same side so that they could kiss, Harry could not help but cringe a little bit. Practically they were tasting their own fluid in each other’s mouths. Malfoy was so passionate about the kiss though, that successfully distracted Harry enough to reciprocate it with matching energy. 

After that, they performed a cleaning spell and lay side by side on several desks that they pulled together. Harry’s eyes threatened to drift shut, because he was so pleased and sated for the first time in his life, but with Malfoy by his side, it was a stupid thing to do whichever way you looked at it. He didn’t want to go back to his dorm for sleep either, there were still items on the list that hadn’t been crossed out. 

So instead, he tried to strike up a conversation. Malfoy went along with that.

“I think there is something between Pince and Filch.” Harry said the first random things that sprung to his head.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, they just seem very fishy.”

“You have the observance as sharp as a Gnome, Potter. Clearly Filch has been lusting after Snape for years.”

That snapped Harry out of haziness. “What? Are you serious?”

“It's been a rumour among Slytherin since forever, so who knows?”

“But still–” Harry flinched when the image of Filch and Snape together popped into his mind. Naked and old and wrinkle and wriggling like a pair of fish out of water. Gosh, the only worse thing than that was the picture of himself with either two of them, if he ever had the courage to think about it. 

Malfoy chuckled at Harry’s discomfort. “And rumour about the two of them having a threesome with Umbridge last year. In my opinion, if that ever happened, it wouldn’t be Filch and Snape both fucking Umbridge. It would be Snape fucking Umbridge while being fucked at the same time by Filch. Or Snape and Filch fucked each other - Filch still fucked Snape because in my mind, Snape would always be split open - while Umbridge sat on one side, played with herself and wondered why there were two real cocks available and none of them inside her.”

Harry just stared at Malfoy numbly for several seconds before bursting out groaning. “Merlin’s tits, Malfoy! You did it. You killed my libido forever. How can I ever recover from that? Snape and Filch naked, and shagging, and Umbridge… God, this is so fucking messed up.”

“Are you sure your libido is dead? It would be a shame because we will need it terribly in the next hours.”

“Well, you should think about it more carefully before putting that horrible story into my head.”

“How can I save it then? Maybe I should kiss you, see if it helps?”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

It went like that, they talked about random things, and made out, and talked some more. They carefully avoided the sensitive subjects, because when you were about to shag, you didn’t need to be reminded about the war raging outside. Or that the person who you were about to fuck wasn’t on the same side as you. If there was any point when the conversation was heading that way, one of them would tactfully steer the dialogue to another topic. Or simply snogged until they were out of breath, which was the most effective and preferred approach so far.

“Do you ever think badger is a very poor choice for house’s representatives?” Malfoy asked after they finished another round of snog, where Malfoy’s head ended up lying on Harry’s chest and Harry had his arms secured around the blond’s back. No one bothered to move, no matter how it appeared now like they were cuddling each other. 

“Why?” Harry asked.

“It seems like a very uninteresting animal. We have snake, eagle, and even lion is not that bad. But badger is just… off. It’s not on the same level, I think.” 

“Which animal do you want to replace then?”

“A dragon, perhaps. But then I would want to be in Hufflepuff, which would be a disaster in many ways. Can you imagine me being all sweet and kind and considerate? No, better yet, can you imagine me in yellow?”

“I’m sure no one in the right mind would ever put you in Hufflepuff, Malfoy. What else then, if not dragon?”

“A stag, maybe.”

Harry paused, staring at the blonde head. “Why?”

Malfoy was oblivious to Harry’s sudden rising heartbeat, only continuing playing with Harry’s shirt. He unbuttoned and rebuttoned them a few times now, but when Harry suggested they just take their shirts off - neither had bothered with their pants anyway -  Malfoy insisted on wearing his, something about body insecurity or something. It was hard to imagine someone with such a giant ego had some mundane problems like body insecurity, but he didn’t question Malfoy further. His mouth was quite busy at that time to say anything else.

“I always like stags, I suppose. There are a couple of stag and doe that live in the forest behind my house. I always find them magnificent, especially whenever they run together under the moonlight.”

“Oh, right.” So it was only a coincidence. Luckily Harry hadn’t overthought it. 

“What about you then? What would you choose to replace badger?”

“I never really thought about it. But I think… maybe peacock?”

“Why?”

“Just a thought. They look magnificent too, don’t they?”

“Yes. My family has one. But are you sure you don’t think of them because your mind is full of cock right now?”

“Maybe.” Malfoy’s hard cock had been digging into his side for the last ten minutes now, so it was hard to keep his mind straight. Not to mention his own cock had been more than ready since Malfoy attempted to bruise his neck by only teeth and tongue a few minutes earlier. “We’ve rested quite enough, don’t you think?”

“Eager, are we? Ok, so how do you want to do this? Have any preferences?”

“Er… I’m not sure. Do you top or bottom?”

“I don’t know either. Maybe we should just try both. To find out what we really want.”

“Sounds good to me. So… which one first?”

“I can bottom first if you want.”

Harry did want. In his fantasy, he was always the one who did the fucking job, so it was almost a relief when Malfoy offered. He might like bottoming, later, but for the sake of the loss of his virginity, he wanted to do something he was more certain about. He knew all the theory already, having carried out a quite thorough research about same-sex intercourse since last Christmas - when he finally came to terms with himself about his sexual orientation. He was as gay as a maypole. And so fucking bent for Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy, who seemed confident about what he was doing, took charge and guided them into a position where he was bending over one desk, his bare arse on display so that Harry, standing right behind him, could spread and lube his holes easily. They agreed to take it to the next step when the Slytherin finally got used to the feel of three fingers inside him. So Harry entered, almost lost his mind right there. He had to gather all his strength to prevent himself from thrusting fast and hard straight away, because Malfoy was still in pain for the first few minutes. Instead, Harry waited patiently, pushing gently, slowly to experiment different angles as well as let Malfoy have time to relax around his cock. It worked when the suffering look on the blonde’s face gradually shifted into comfort, and his groan of pain was replaced by the moan of pleasure. They found their rhythm then. 

Soon enough, the quiet night was filled with nothing but the sound of flesh slamming, of breath hastening, of heartbeat rising, of Harry and Malfoy both chanting each other’s name. The passion burned as fast as it started, and it had been the brightest flame ever in both their lives.

They fell asleep this time, letting all guards and snuggling together for warmth. Harry awoke sometime later with Malfoy’s mouth on his jaw and his hand distractedly caressing the half-hard cock, stirring it into life again. As promised, Harry laid dutifully on his back, enjoying Malfoy’s leisure kiss while being stretched open. He took all the other boy’s cock in at once, feeling oddly full but pleasantly right at the same time. It hurt, but in the best way possible. 

Before he could tell Malfoy that he was ready for more, his own hips had already thrusted forwards eagerly. As a cue, Malfoy immediately moved to satisfy Harry’s hunger. Strangely enough, the harder and rougher he fucked Harry, the more craving Harry became. He kept asking for more and more, until Malfoy’s come filled him up so deep, so full that he had to release his own to make room for it. 

Again they slept, and did not wake up until early in the morning. They had another shag, because the morning erections did not go away just because they had come four times last night, and certainly not when their bodies had tangled as one during their sleep. Harry bottomed again, since he found out he liked it even more than topping. Malfoy felt the exact opposite, so it turned out perfectly.  

They bid farewell at five o’clock, Harry returned Malfoy’s wand as if it was a real trade after all. At the classroom’s door, however, Malfoy kissed him again before they parted ways, mumbling something about a mistletoe. Harry happily kissed him back, fully aware that there was no mistletoe in sight.

And that was the story of how Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy got together in the name of their Christmas tradition for six years in a row.

Seventh Year

Harry decided to give up on sleeping and got up in the darkness. The nightmares were too much for him to bear, especially when the reality kept weaving into the broken dreams that he couldn’t tell which was which anymore. 

He wanted to take out the Marauder’s Map, so as to watch Malfoy’s dot for a while - the unhealthy pattern he developed ever since the first day they were on the run. He could lie to himself that it was to keep an eye on the Slytherin, see if he was up to something, but it really only served the purpose of satisfying his obsession. 

It was the Christmas holidays, and he couldn’t help but wonder what they would be doing now if they were in the same place. Probably nothing, not after what happened in May, when Malfoy almost tortured Harry and Harry sliced him into pieces. 

“Is the bit about Dumbledore troubling you again?” Hermione asked when he joined her in the entrance of the tent. It took a second before he realised she was referring to the incidents that happened a few days ago in Godric Hollow, where they had discovered some hard truth about their late headmaster.

“Yes, but not entirely. I’m thinking about something else.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Harry considered it and realised he did. If they died tomorrow, because clearly it was an extreme likelihood now, he would regret forever for never telling his friends about his secrets. About who he really was. “Er… ok, there’s something I’ve been keeping a secret for a really long time, almost no one knows about it, but now… I want to tell you.”

“What is it, Harry?” A worried frown appeared on Hermione’s face. 

“It’s no big deal… But I guess you should know that… Well, I’m gay.”

“You– you are?”

Harry gave a slight nod, uncertain what Hermione’s surprise face meant. Luckily, he didn’t have to worry for long, because she engaged him in a tight embrace the next second, almost sobbing. “Oh Harry, I’m so glad you’ve told me. You know I support you no matter what, right?”

He hugged her back. “Thank you Hermione. I love you too.”

“So how long have you known?” Hermione asked when she loosened her hold, but they stayed huddled.

“I’m certain two years ago, but I might have had doubts since our first year at Hogwarts.”

“Oh? Two years ago? I guess it was after the disaster of the relationship between you and Cho?”

“Yeah, that.” Harry chuckled, recalling how wrong it had been when he acted on his silly crush with Cho and asked her out. “Among other things.”

“What other things?”

“There was someone else that helped me with it. I mean… helped me to realise what I really want.”

Hermione perked up. “Oh, who was it? Someone we knew?”

“Yes, but… it might be a surprise for you.”

“It’s not Ron, isn’t it? Or any other Weasley?”

“No no no.” Harry could see why she thought of the Weasley brothers first, but Merlin helps him, it was just so wrong to picture him with any of them. He did think about it, but felt so sick and guilty that he forbade himself to ever come down that road again. Plus, his head was full of someone else’s image as it was. “It’s actually… Malfoy.” He said at last.

“Draco Malfoy?”

“The one and only.”

“Wow.” Hermione breathed and went silent. But she didn’t look too scandalised or scurry away in disgustion as he had feared. Instead, she only appeared slightly shocked. “I think it made sense.” She said finally. “I never truly understood your long time obsession with Malfoy, back when I thought it was purely hatred. But seeing this in a new light now… You said you had doubts from our first year, does it mean you’ve had a crush on him since then?”

“Actually it was more complicated than that. We kissed in first year, at Christmas. It was an accident, we were trapped under a mistletoe that wouldn’t let us go until we kissed. I hated Malfoy back then, but I still liked the kiss.” 

“Is that all? A single kiss that made you realise you’re gay?”

“Of course not.” Harry laughed awkwardly and told her about how they kept ending up together at some points of Christmas during the last six years. It felt great to finally get them off his chest, even greater with Hermione being the most perfect person to come clean to. She listened with rapt attention and non-judgmental sympathy, providing the support Harry didn’t know he needed. It helped him almost forget the guilt that he had for hiding such huge things from his best friends for so long. 

“... And last Christmas, we shagged. The night of Slughorn’s party, remember? Yeah, we spent the whole night together in a classroom after that. We had our reasons, but you know by now that those excuses were merely made up so that we could do the thing we really wanted without feeling too guilty about it. Like we shagged because we had no choice, but truly, it was only because we both wanted it so badly… So yeah, that’s the sum up of our story.”

“Wow.” Hermione blinked a few times after he finished. “I have so, so many questions. Ok, I need a minute to process all this.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Hermione didn’t need a minute though. She was ready to pose her questions merely twenty seconds later, though it wasn’t what Harry had expected at all. “Harry, how do you feel about Malfoy now?”

“I don’t know how to feel, to be honest. I like being with him, well, to be precise, I like being intimate with him. We had fun and some moments that we almost connected. But I don’t like his person at all. There’s so much about his personality that goes against everything I believe. Though I reckon all of this hardly matters, does it? We are on two different sides of a war, so even if there is indeed anything between us, we will never be together.”

Hermione took all this with a frown and pinned him with her famous see-through look. “You want to be with him, don’t you?” She said minutes later. “You like him despite all the things he does. You know that deep down, Malfoy isn’t that bad of a person, and if there wasn’t a war or any other bullshit that was going on in the wizarding world, he could be good enough for you.” Harry was silent so she prompted on. “You know, from your story, I think that he likes you too.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Maybe even more than you like him.”

“That’s impossible, Hermione.”

“How so?”

“Because… because I don’t just like him, Hermione. I’m in love with him.” There. He said it. He admitted the feelings that he didn’t even allow himself to admit in his thoughts before this conversation started. “I’m in love with Draco Malfoy. God, how fucked up am I, huh?”

“Oh Harry… You’re not fucked up. It’s not a crime to love somebody. Love is the strongest weapon, don’t you remember?”

Harry burst out a weird laugh. “Yes, but with Draco Malfoy.”

“It will all work out eventually, you’ll see.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I’m always right, aren’t I?”

Harry smiled weakly and leaned his head on her shoulders. Silently, they held each other for both warmth and comfort, and watched as the snow fell thickly onto the frosty ground.

“You do realise that today is Christmas eve.”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you were standing under a mistletoe with Malfoy right now?”

“More than anything, Hermione. More than anything.”

And that was the story of how Harry Potter finally accepted his true feelings, but Draco Malfoy was too far away to realise his love had been returned.

Eighth Year

They were in the eighth-years’ Christmas party and Harry tried to keep calm when he approached Malfoy in the furthest corner. Hermione had urged him to go over since they first spotted Malfoy entering the Room of Requirement, which was a rare occasion because other than class and meal, no one spotted Malfoy anymore. Why he came to this particular party was unknown, but Harry couldn’t let the chance slip away. He knocked down a glass of firewhisky for courage and slowly made his way through the crowd.

Malfoy had seen him since he was a few feet away. He looked away in the last seconds, pretending he didn’t notice and continued to chat with Theodore Nott, who was sitting on an armchair nearby. They were in a discussion about winter sport when Harry casually sat down on the couch, next to Draco, purposely bumping their knees together.

Draco turned around at the touch, no longer able to feign ignorance. “Can I help you?” His tone was resentful but his face was light, almost hopeful.

“Er, nothing. I see you didn’t have a drink, so I brought you some eggnog.” He passed the glass of drink to Draco, who eyed it suspiciously as if it might explode any second.

“I didn’t know you were catering at this party, Potter.”

Harry shrugged, taking a sip of his own eggnog. “It’s really good. You should try it.” He said simply.

“No thanks. I’ve known better than to drink some random thing a Gryffindor offers me without any reason. Go bother someone else, Potter.”

“I think I will rest here for a while. It’s getting too loud and crazy out there.” Harry pointed to the centre of the room where Seamus was trying to teach a dozen people the moonwalk dance on the top of a Celestina Warbeck’s song. Ron had tried to rope Harry in, but Hermione came to the rescue and sent him directly to this corner.

“Fine, rest then. Merlin forbids that the Chosen One does not get what he wants. We shall leave you to it. Come on, Theo.”

Nott was staring at the two of them like a cat got its cream, showing no sign of getting up as Malfoy said. Nor did Malfoy for that matter. The blonde was clearly only being his usual stubborn self and was waiting for Harry to make his next move. 

“Just stay, Malfoy. You were scowling at me all evening, so I’m actually doing you a favour to sit right here. Isn’t it less tiring for your eyes to look at me from a closer proximity?”

Before Malfoy could snap back, Luna had suddenly appeared behind their couch as if apparated. Or maybe Harry was too absorbed in finally being near Malfoy again that he didn’t notice her coming. Judging by Malfoy's surprised expression, he didn’t notice either.

“Hi Draco. Hi Theo.” Luna said cheerfully. “Sorry Harry, I greeted you before so I can’t say hi to you again.”

“Hi Lovegood.” Malfoy said while Nott nodded. Harry smiled, then frowned when looking up at Luna. He secretly glanced around, and sure enough, Hermione was looking in his direction and gave him a wink when caught his eyes. No doubt that she was the one who sent Luna over.

“What’s on your head?” Malfoy asked Luna.

“A mistletoe, of course. It’s Christmas!” Luna said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yes, but isn’t a mistletoe supposed to be on the ceiling, or the tree, or the door, and not in someone’s head?” 

“I’m collecting Christmas kisses. But it’s very inconvenient to find a mistletoe whenever I want to kiss someone. This is much more handy. Like tonight, I got a kiss from almost everyone in this room. Do you know that people really like to receive a kiss or to give one on Christmas?”

Malfoy appeared to be at a loss, but Luna was oblivious and prompted on. “It’s your turn now, Draco. Do you want to kiss me first or I kiss you first?”

“Er… I don’t want to kiss you.” At Luna’s hard glare, he quickly amended. “Sorry, I mean I don’t know if I can kiss you. We’re not exactly close.”

“Oh, don’t worry, a kiss is the exact thing to solve that. You can kiss me on the cheek, like Harry did earlier. I will do the same to you.”

She already bent down and offered her cheek to Malfoy. The Slytherin hesitated for a moment before reaching in, putting a brief kiss on Luna’s cheek. He ended it so fast as if Luna was something contagious, but Luna merely smiled and returned the favour with a wet sound on Malfoy’s face. He blushed the cutest red ever and Harry’s heart missed a beat.

“Alright, now you two.”

“What?” Draco exclaimed. Harry tried to act surprised as well, although he had long suspected Luna’s motive when she came here.

“You and Harry should also give each other a kiss. I found it very pleasant to get more and more. Do you know that with one more kiss you give on Christmas, you are granted one more day of living?”

“Well, I don’t know it because it’s totally made up.” Malfoy grunted, but looked more conflicted than wholehearted resenting the idea. 

Harry smiled up at Luna, knowing she was giving him the chance he needed. Without further hesitation, he scooted closer and placed a hand on Malfoy’s thigh. “Come on, Malfoy, we’re under a mistletoe after all.” And with that, he brought their lips together.

The feeling was so overwhelming that Harry had to gather all his strength to keep the kiss light and decent for the company. To pull out after a few seconds was like to rip off a part of his soul, but it was the only way for him to retain the little self-control he had left. Assuring himself that he would get as much snog as he wanted after they had a proper conversation, he broke the kiss forcefully, but not forcefully enough to make Malfoy think that he had any negative feelings toward it. In fact, he insisted on hovering his face near Malfoy’s. 

“You kissed me…” Malfoy whispered. He also didn’t move away, his breath lingered on Harry’s lips.

“Yeah… that’s what people usually do under a mistletoe.”

“But… you kissed everyone else on the cheeks. I saw it. Granger, Weasley, Weaselette, Lovegood,...”

“Yes. They’re all my friends and I don’t want to kiss someone on the lips unless I’m romantically attracted to them. No judgement here, I’m just not the type of person who’s comfortable doing that.”

“You did with me though.”

“Yes. Well, how about that?”

“So you’re romantically attracted to me?”

“Very much so. Wasn’t it clear since about seven Christmases ago that we made out?”

“Oh.”

And then Malfoy went silent. He looked away awkwardly, face inscrutable. He didn’t shift away from Harry’s loose embrace though, which must be a good sign. Harry thumped lightly at his sides while Malfoy did his thinking. To his delight, Malfoy appeared to ease into the contact, not the opposite as he had feared.

“Where’s Lovegood anyway? And Theo? Do you see him?” Malfoy suddenly asked, looking around as if he just realised that they were in a party.

“Luna left as soon as we kissed, I think. And Nott left when we’ve done. He looked very excited for some reason.”

“Damn it, he’s the biggest gossip in the school. My friends will be bloody unbearable after this.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because they know I’ve had a crush on you since forever. Now that we finally kiss, they will never let me live that down.” Malfoy blushed and risked a glance towards Harry, who was a second too late to catch up.

“We finally kissed, huh? What about– Hold on, you have a crush on me? And all your friends know? Malfoy, is this– is this a longer way of you saying that you like me too?”

“I thought it was obvious since the first year when I stalked you and did that silly thing with the pranking mistletoe so that I could kiss you?”

“Wait, what? You said you were going to trap me and Ron! You wanted to humiliate us!”

Malfoy laughed, looking back at Harry. Begone the sour expression and the dour attitude. His eyes were twinkling with bliss and affection now, his brilliant smile sent warmth all over Harry’s body. He relaxed against Harry’s side, finally, and lay his hand over Harry’s one, which was still placed on his thigh, and intertwined their fingers together.

“If I want to humiliate you, I would have gone there with the entire Slytherin house. And why would I approach you when you were alone? I don’t even know if Weasley was there at that moment or not. I had hoped not, because it was terribly hard to catch you alone those days.”

“Oh.” Harry said dumbly. “So it wasn’t an accident at all?”

“I may or may not have taken the mistletoe out on purpose when you pushed me down. It was actually lucky, because I was thinking which would be the best way to do it without you suspecting.”

“So our first kiss was just one of your grant schemes and not at all special as I thought?” Harry feigned disappointment, but Malfoy saw right through him. 

“Please, Potter. If I didn’t play it as a mishap, you would have hexed me to new year. Anyway, if you need an accident to feel special, you always have the second year. Though I never learnt why you jumped on me that year.”

“Ah yes, that year. I remember now. I was trying to prevent you from going into the Hospital Wings, Hermione was in there and she was… let’s say… not fit for company. Especially your company.”

“I don’t even remember why I went to the Hospital that night, though I’m definitely not complaining.”

Harry knew exactly why Malfoy had gone there, but reminding him would lead to a series of questions about why Harry knew, and he simply did not have time for it right now. The Polyjuice potion and Slytherin common room’s break-in would be a good story, maybe after they got to snog each other senseless again. “Me too. I remember wondering why kissing you felt not weird at all when I hated you so much.”

“That was why you kissed me in third year? To answer that question?”

“Er… not quite. You were right back then, about me hiding something. I really didn’t want you to call on Snape, so… Anyway, as I said, kissing you turned out to be not that much of a burden. Remember how we were so caught up in it and even went back to snog several more times even though there was no longer a reason to?”

“Eight times, to be precise. And you initiated six of them.”

“Maybe, but the whole fourth year affair was your doing. Oh gosh, I still can’t believe I got off with you right in the open, in the middle of a rosebush no less.”

“Excuse me, who was the one that dragged us to that rosebush in the middle of a ball, which was filled with couples also dragging each other to the rosebush for a little time alone?”

“One, it was after the ball. Two, you were accusing me of fancying Cedric Diggory in front of almost everyone in Hogwarts, which mind you, I didn’t fancy Cedric but Cho Chang at that time. Three, you went willingly with me, and with newly revealed information of your crush, I think you must have been provoking me to take you there. And when I did, you couldn’t keep your lips to yourself any longer.”

“Yes, I couldn’t. I think if you didn’t lead me outside, I would find another reason to do it myself. I couldn’t help it, you were so handsome in your dress robe and I wanted to snog your face off so much. I finally caught you alone, so I couldn’t let that chance pass…”  

“You looked quite dashing that night too.”

“I did, didn’t I? But Cho Chang though.”

“What about her?”

“I knew you had something with her in fifth year. So I assumed she was the one you’d kissed before you found me in that bathroom with what-his-face.”

“Lenny McGee. How did you know I was kissing her?”

“There was lipstick on your lips. It drove me crazy when I saw it. But you already knew how far I went just to erase that trace on you and replace it with mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond happy when you happened to show up in that bathroom that night, but how the hell did you know there was something going on there?”

“Let’s say I’d been stalking you as well.”

“Thought it was your sixth year’s expertise? Speaking of which, you were also following me to that classroom at Christmas, weren’t you?”

“I was. Before I could leave after eavesdropping your conversation with Snape, you returned to look for your wand. But in the end, it ended up to be the most memorable night in my teenage years. The memories of it were one of the few things that kept me sane during those endless days running and hiding in forests. The memories and thoughts about you both.”

“It kept me sane too. I know it was nothing compared to what you’ve done last year, but I wasn’t having a pleasant year myself. I was living in fear most of the time, for myself, for my family, and for you, because I couldn’t know what was happening to you. I missed you a lot and wished everyday that you would return safely. Luckily, it’d all worked out in the end.”

“Yeah, it did. But if you cared about me that much, why did you spend half of this year avoiding me? I would have come to you and kissed you long ago if you didn’t bolt everytime I spotted you. I thought you hated me again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. I was avoiding everyone. Plus, I don’t even know what you think of me. Even if you don’t hate me, with a past like mine, I will never deserve you.”

“But you come here tonight. What changed your mind?”

“Christmas. There’s something about the holiday that gives me the fuck-it-all attitude and makes me want to try. Plus, my friends were getting sick of me moping around the room all day and night. They said the worst that could happen is only you turning me down and breaking my heart, but I doubt it. I might even die.”

“Well, since I didn’t turn you down and break your heart, so I suppose you can live now? And hopefully with a healthy heart, since I will require it in exchange for mine. No, that came out wrong. I mean, I want to give you my heart, and I would love it if you could give me yours too, not necessarily right now but someday. But no pressure, really. I only mean–”

“Stop it, Harry. You know you have my heart. You’ve had it since the first time we kissed and you will have it for a long long time more. As long as you want, really.”

“Oh. I hope you know that you have mine too.”

“Now I do.”

And they kissed. 

And that was the story about the Christmas that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy gave each other their hearts and held on to them ever after.