Story 5:Christmas at Hogwarts

The warm summer had left, and the fall season was setting in. With Christmas only a few weeks away many of the students were already preparing for the holiday. Draco Malfoy tried his hardest not to think about it. Spending Christmas at house Malfoy was always dreadful. He wanted to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas, but taking crab and Goyle along would be tremendously awful, and he didn't quite have the balls to ask Harry to stay with him.

One evening while studying Hermione and Pansy got a lovely idea. A gathering. They had decided that one gathering on the coming Saturday, with all of the houses would be a fun way to forget about the heavy load of schoolwork, if only for a moment. They handed invitations to people from each house at lunch. Harry got one, Cedric got one, Draco got one, and Luna got one. They would have to wait to see who showed up on Saturday.

Saturday morning classes came at a sluggish pace, with everyone excited about the gathering. Draco Malfoy was nervous to see Harry out of class. He dressed nicely for Saturday, in a white button down shirt with black pants and black glossy shoes. He didn't want to overdue it. He slipped a Slytherin tie over his head, and tightened it around his neck. He waited for a while to make sure he didn't seem eager.

Hermione and pansy were overjoyed at the outcome, there were several of each house already there, and it was early! They planned on playing spin the bottle, truth or dare, and seven minutes in heaven. They had brought food and refreshments and had set them up on the far side of the room of requirement. More and more people showed up, Harry and Ron being of the later group. They sat on the floor talking and laughing, looking around at the now 20 kids sitting in a circle in the middle of the room. Draco Malfoy walked in, sitting on the opposite side of the room as Harry. Hermione and pansy giggles. They both thought there was something going on with Draco and Harry.

"They would be so cute together." Pansy giggled whispering.

"I know! It drives me crazy." Hermione whispered back, eyeing Draco and then Harry.

"Alright everyone!" Hermione said loudly. "Shut it so I can talk."

"Ok tonight we will be playing spin the bottle, truth or dare, and seven minutes in heaven. If you are too much of a chicken to play, we will make fun of you for life." Hermione laughs. Pansy nods.

"Yes. Now who'd like to start?" Pansy looks around the room. She jogs over the the refreshments table and grabs an empty bottle, placing it in the middle of the circle.

Harry shyly raises his hand. "I guess I'll start?" He asks. Pansy nods and he crawls forward to the bottle. It spins for a while before landing straight on Dean Thomas.

"Uh. Do I go again?" He asks.

"No no!" Hermione laughs. "We never said anything again same sex kissing." She says grinning.

Dean laughs. "Welp alright then." He meets Harry in the middle and they share an awkward kiss. Hardly even touching.

Draco felt heat burning in his stomach, anger pulsing through his veins.The rest of the game goes by almost boringly and the group quickly decides to move onto truth or dare.

Hermione decided to start the game, and she dared Harry to take his shirt off, and do mock poses. Harry was beet red but obliged, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside, doing hilarious poses.

Even though they were joke poses and were all cringy and awkward,Malfoy often had to look away because of the pink tinting his cheeks

Harry then dared Hermione to kiss Pansy, which she did. But they could hardly touch lips because of the hysterical laughter.

Then it got more serious.

"Dean I dare you to make out with Penelope in that chair." Padma giggled pointing. Dean sat in the chair with Padma in his lap, and they made out for a while before deciding it was enough and going back to their seats. They both wiped their tongues off with the sleeves of their shirts. Dean then dared Pansy to flash the group, which she did almost smugly. Pansy then dared Cedric to make out with Hannah. They did and she laughed for a solid minute after. Cedric dared Hermione to run outside and scream and then run back. She did and the lack of commotion from the professors was hilarious. Hermione then decided that she had waited long enough and took a step up.

"Harry. I dare you and Malfoy to French kiss shirtless." She said with a smug smile. Then quickly added, "until I tell you to stop."

It was as if the group sat up altogether at the thought of Potter and Malfoy kissing. They all wanted to see it. Draco was horrified. Harry even more so. But they didn't want to chicken out of course. Harry awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt, fingers fumbling for each button as his hands shook nervously. Malfoy seemed much more appeased, taking time on each button. His hands didn't shake in the slightest. But on the inside he was screaming. When Harry finally peeled off his shirt, and looked forward at Malfoy, he almost did a double take. The muscle filling every inch of his frame. It was breath taking. He glanced at Draco's V-line. He could feel drool building up in his mouth. Draco's pants were holding up on his hips, so his V was bold and very noticeable. Most of the girls gasped. But they didn't see what Harry saw. Scars. His body was covered in scars. The bold Black Death eater tattoo consumed his forearm, and it looked as if he had tried to claw it off. Bruises lined his side, and his collar bone was very defined and also scarred. After they noticed these flaws many of them mumbled, grossed out. But Harry wanted to wrap his arms around malfoy and tell him that he didn't need to hurt anymore. All this ran through his mind in seconds and soon they were awkwardly crawling across the floor to each other. Harry looked away, even though he wanted Draco to pin him to the ground and make out with him. He looked to Hermione faking his oblivion on the subject.

"So do I just? Do we. Uh." He couldn't spit a sentence out. Draco gently grabbed his chin pulling him closer by his waist with the other hand. His lips were warm and inviting. Harry already enjoyed kissing Draco. Their lips moved in sync.

"Come on you wimps! That's not French kissing." Hermione hissed. Harry felt Draco's tongue slip in his mouth and he choked. The transition was welcomed but new. His heart was beating rapidly.

Draco's tongue was warm and soft in Harry mouth. Draco pulled Harry's waist closer.

"Harry you have to kiss him back or I'm not telling you to stop." Hermione growled. Harry opened his mouth and let his tongue wrap around malfoys., the touch of Draco's tongue against his made his heart accelerate rapidly. Draco pulled him by his waist up until their pelvis's touched,kissing him harder. Harry was holding back groans as their tongues collided and touched. Draco rose to his knees, Harry tried to join him, but draco kept him down, tilting his head up and back so he could get a better angle kissing Harry. This way, his tongue reached deep into Harry's mouth, his lips fully closed over Harry's, and they were truly really French kissing. Harry sunk his hands into Draco's hair, Draco tilting him farther and farther back. Harry wrapped his arms around malfoys neck, holding himself up. Malfoy had one hand in his hair, and the other clasped around Harry's chin as they kissed. Harry quietly moaned, and he felt the muscle in Draco's back clench at the sound.

"Alright you can be done." Hermione said smirking.

Harry and Draco quickly parted practically running back to their seats. The group seemed to will the kissing, they had liked Potter kissing malfoy. And they seemed to decide they were not going to get anything better, so they moved on to seven minutes in heaven.

Dean makes Hermione and pansy go in, and they come out with ruffled shirts and smudged lipstick smiling and blushing. Hermione makes Cedric and Hannah go in and they come out untouched and blushing. Hannah's lipstick is just barely smeared.

Then of course without hesitation Hannah stands up and practically hollers.

"Ok I want Malfoy and Potter to go in." She says boldly. Draco frowns but steps forward. Harry begins to argue before stopping and hesitantly walking into the closet. Once the door is closed it heats up.

"Hello Potter." Draco mutters pressing him into the wall. "7 minutes starts when we say go." He whispers.

"Uh y-y-yeah." Harry stutters.

"I'm staying at Hogwarts this Christmas. Care to join me?" He asks looking into Harry's eyes.

"Yeah. I-I-I-I-would-I really would." Harry whispered.

Draco was overjoyed by his response and gently leaned into him, pressing their pelvises together.

"Ha-ah." Harry gasped as Draco kissed his neck. His lips were urgent and soft.

"We are ready!" Draco yelled quickly pulling Harry's shirt off and kissing his chest. They had gone in with messy shirts so it wouldn't be suspicious when they came back out.

Outside of the tent Hermione and pansy set the timer for 10 minutes instead of 7 snickering at the extra time they allowed the boys.

Back inside the closet things were getting more and more intimate, as Draco gently tugged Harry's pants over his hips, not all the way, just barely over the bone of his pelvis. His hands searched all over Harry, he lifted him up wrapping Harry's legs around his hips and kissing him harder. He pressed Harry into the wall using his pelvis to hold Harry up as his hands searched through his hair. His lips touched Harry's and a spark shot through to his groin. He felt his cheeks flush as the sensation of Harry befuddle him. He loved this, loving in sync. He forced Harry's lips open with his, breathing hot breath into his mouth with urgency. He tongue wrapped around Harry's.

"Mmmm." Harry groaned leaning his neck back so Draco could kiss his collar bone.

"Two minutes left!" Hermione called.

The boys quickly got dressed smiling happily and walking out cleaned and cropped nicely. Not one hold was please, they looked like they hadn't even been in the closet. The rest of the night past and the week came and went. Christmas edged closer and closer, and Harry was on edge. He was nervous but also excited about staying at Howard's with Draco. What if they were caught?? Punished, expelled. No no. He told himself. That won't happen.

Christmas break had arrived and the Weasleys left to go home, Hermione left as well, and soon all of the other students had gone, with Draco and Harry being the only ones left.

The first day was stressful and dodgy, all of the teachers were looking around for any students that had snuck out, and they had to be extra careful, hiding in the dorms and even going to Gryffindors commons to hide.

The second day was slower paced, with the teachers moving a lot slower, and spending most of their time in the supper hall or in their own rooms. Draco and Harry had time truly alone, and while Harry wanted to talk to Malfoy, he found it to be almost impossible. His pride taking over and refusing to talk. But he remembered the scars, the bruises, the injury over his tattoo. He wondered why. He tried to withhold the questions but found that he couldn't and blurted them out.

"Why do you have scars? Did your father hurt you? What are the bruises from? Why does your tattoo look like that?" After he spat out the questions he was quick to clamp a hand over is mouth and turn bright red.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Draco had been reading a newspaper folded over a chair. They were in the potions room, and they had each sat on a desk and found something to do. Draco neatly folded the newspaper, placing it on the desk beside him and sat up. He had never told anyone what the death eaters did to him. But Harry's glowing emerald eyes compelled him, and he looked down to the floor as he spoke, scratching the back of his neck.

"'My father hits me. Always has. I mean he's a death eater, what do you expect?" He was ashamed, Harry could tell by the way he refused to make eye contact.

"I tried to-I tried-um." Draco took a deep shaky breath. "I tried to burn the tattoo off of my skin." He whispered. "When that didn't work I tried to claw it off. But they always regrew the skin when they found it, and the tattoo printed back on." Red tinted his face and the raw shame radiating off of him hit Harry like a ton of bricks.

"I'm-sorry." Harry whisperer unsure of what else to say.

"It's not your fault Potter." The way Draco said his name always gave Harry chills. He loved it. Reaching forward he gently slid his hand into Draco's.

"I know it's not my fault and I'm still sorry you went through that." Harry whispered. Draco nodded and carefully slid off the desk. He walked out of the class and didn't reappear for 2 days. Harry was sleeping in the library when Draco found him. He stood over Harry's quiet body, letting his hands gently ruffle his hair. Harry woke up with a jerk and a gasp staring at Draco. Draco was astonished he woke at such a gentle touch.

"I'm sorry." Draco whispered.

*POV switch*

"Am I dreaming?" He asked reaching up to touch me. I leaned away.

"Yes." I said. "You are dreaming." He nodded and fell back on the couch cushion sound asleep once more. I sat on the sofa with him, laying my head back against the frame. It wasn't very comfortable but I was close to him. I let my hand gently touch his collarbone. He rolled over almost catching my arm. Suddenly he was very quiet.

"Draco." He whispered.

"What?" I asked him. How did he wake up??No answer.

"Draco." He whispered again rolling over. Was he-dreaming-about me.

"Draco don't go." He mumbled quietly.

I gasped sharply. He was dreaming about me.

"Stay." He said hastily as if he were begging.

"Please no. Don't-" he rolled again. "Please don't go."

"Please don't leave. Please." He murmured restless.

He shot up.

"Draco!" He gasped in a cold sweat.

"Right here."

"Was I-talking-was I sleep talking?" He was horrified but I couldn't lie.

"You were."

"What did I say?" He choked. His cheeks flushed red.

"You said my name." I whispered astonished.

"I was afraid of that." He said putting his face in his hands.

"Do you dream of me often? Ask me not to leave you?"

"Yes. I drive Ron and Neville crazy." He groans falling back, angry and sad and embarrassed.

"I thought it was rather cute." I say smirking at him.

"Your gorgeous and hot. You have not worries about people falling for you." He mumbles. I laugh.

"I'm the Slytherin dick that's too mean to be a good student and too nice to be a death eater." I say.

"No ones missing out." I mumble.

Harry breaths a laugh.

"What Potter?" I growl.

"Nothin." He says trying and failing to contain his giggles.

"Tell me." I frown.

"No." He laughs.

I grab him by the shoulders and he laughs harder.

"What?" I hiss.

" I'm missing out." He laughs louder and the sound fills my soul.

I lean forward hastily pressing my lips to his. Not a crazy tongue kiss, but a soft, gentle, sweet kiss. His lips are warm and inviting.

He sighs in contentment. His hands gently tangle in my hair, and he cracks up again.

"Bloody hell Potter what?"

"You're so goddamn hot. I think my system is overloading." He chokes laughing. His lips touch mine and he smiles kissing me, cracking up even more when I get mad.

"Do I need to shut you up?" I growl.

"Sure I don't know how you could possib-"

I lift him up off the couch by his shirt collar throwing him against the wall and slamming my body against his. The heat of my lips against his makes me kiss him harder, seeking the cool texture of his tongue in my mouth. I force his mouth open with my lips breathing hot air into his mouth.

"Christ." He gasps. He knees buckle and I have to hold him up, pressing him into the wall. Our lips connect again and he is kissing me back, he draws his lips back allowing my tongue inside.

"Mmmmm." He moans. "You taste good." I tug off his shirt, them mine. He cracks up again.

"Good lord Potter what now." He gestures to my chest, and I smirk getting an idea.

"You know the best way to fix a broken hard drive?" I ask. He shakes his head practically drooling over me. I grin wider.

"Either reset the system. Or break it so bad you have to buy a new one." I grab his hand pressing it to my chest. "We should break it." I say smiling.

His Adam's apple bobs.

"Uh-how exactly-do we do that?" He say watching his hand as I pull it down my stomach to my pant line. His breathing is rapid and uneven.

I tuck two fingers of his hand under my waistband.

"Take care of that." I say, pushing him into the wall hard. His hand is clamped to my pants, not letting go. I grab his hand again, kissing him hard, I pulling his hand down over my pants to my pant pockets. I stick his two fingers in the pocket. Again I kiss him, forcing his mouth open and tasting his tongue. My hands sink through his soft glowing hair.

"Agh-ha-what-what game are you playing Malfoy?"

"You'll see." I grin.

My lips move with his, our tongues touch, and I grab his hand again, not kissing him as I pull his hand over my junk. I press both of his hands over it, leaving them there. I press into him sinking my hands back in his hair. His knees aren't supporting him at all, he leans black against the wall groaning.

"Bloody hell." Harry gasps. I grin pressing into him so his hands are forced to put pressure on me.

My hands travel down his shoulders to his arms, to his fingertips and then back. Down his collarbones to his chest, then his ribs and pelvis. I push his pants off of his hips kissing him. I let one hand hold his head back as the other one touches him. He moans quietly as my lips kiss his neck and my hand touches his thigh.

"Give up?" I whisper in his ear behind him, pulling his Hips back so he's squared in between my legs. "Uh-uh-uhuh. Yep. Your not-not-"

He crumples fainting. I laugh out loud before quickly quieting down.

*POV switch*

The boys found it fun to sneak around the castle. Grabbing food or going to the bathroom or anything else. It was Christmas Eve and they weren't sure what they wanted to do with themselves.They decided they wanted to go to the astrology tower to look at the stars. It would be hard to make it up there without being heard or seen, but Harry had an idea.

*POV switch*

In a large basket I had a picnic blanket, some food and drink for dinner, and the invisible cloak. I wrap the cloak around us as we start the walk to the tower. When we arrive the place is empty and clear of teacher. As quiet as possible, we climb up to the roof of the tower. It was incredibly hard to claim with the basket and the cloak, but we managed to get to the top before seeing professor McGonagall. Draco gasped beside me pulling me right to his hip so she couldn't see us. She looked at the roof for a moment before walking away.

*POV switch*

What the boys didn't know and never would know was that McGonagall had seen them. When she walked up their feet were bold and bright and she knew it was them, but she didn't say a word because, well, they had found each other. And they both looked so happy. She heard their little giggles and happy whispers, and couldn't help but smile. Yes the rules were important, but they were finding who they were, and that was simply more so.

*POV switch*

Looking at the stars was amazing from the starlight tower. All of the lights of Hogwarts faded away, and the stars glowed like white embers. Harry shivers beside me. I wrap my arm around his waist pulling him close to me.

"We-shou-should have brou-borough a better blan-blanket." He stutter laying his head on my shoulder. I lie back a little more pulling him over my chest with a soft smile.

"Better?" I asks.

"Best Christmas ever." He whispers sitting up to kiss me. Our lips touch and I've never felt so alive.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you to." He gasps jumping on-top of me. He kisses me and I laugh.

"This really is the best Christmas ever." I whisper.

He laughs and we kiss again. Happy as ever. I look up to the stars, seeing Harry in my future.

*end*