This chapter takes the last scene and puts in Draco's POV, and then adds a couple of other scenes. I know it's not as long as the previous ones. Once again, this was written two years ago and only recently rediscovered, and therefore I didn't look over it, so all mistakes are my own and I'd appreciate it if you pointed them out to me. :D Oh, and I apologize in advance for my 14-year-old self's terrible attempt at smut. :P

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Santa did not answer my gift request for the rights of Harry Potter. So, nope, definitely don't own that. Thanks for asking, though.

Draco's POV

My heart was still doing impressive circus tricks when I got to the lake. My brain was whirling – had I made a mistake? Could I really win Harry bloody Potter over with little notes and gifts? Salazar knew he was as sentimental as a Hufflepuff, but that didn't change the fact that I was Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater, and no one who anyone in their right mind would want to be with.

The bark of the tree I had chosen to rest against was cutting into my back, probably ruining my expensive coat, but I hardly cared. Snow was falling rapidly down from the sky, pelting my face with icy numbness. The lake was frozen, cracked in places but otherwise covered with a smooth layer of ice. Still, it looked as if the cool exterior, the facade of flawlessness and ease on the surface of the lake was cracking slowly, as if about to reveal the icy depths beneath it, but too afraid to do so. Or was I just talking about myself?

I continued to gaze out into the distance, trying desperately not too worry too much about Harry, when I heard shuffling behind me. I stiffened instinctively, spinning around, and nearly choked on a rush of blood to my face when my eyes fell on Harry. He'd clearly forgotten his hat, and his scarf, and his gloves, and was probably freezing to death, but the snow in his hair and the greenness of his eyes and the blush in his cheeks took my breath away. Even all flustered, there was no denying the beauty of Harry Potter.

I averted my glance back to the lake. "It's not midnight yet," I whispered, mentally cursing myself for stating the obvious.

"I know," he replied, his tone short and brisk. It hurt. "I need to talk to you."

I winced at that phrase and stared determinedly away from him. He didn't feel the same way. I just knew it. "Sorry," I said, trying to sound cold but failing ultimately.

"There's no need to be," he interjected, a little too quickly. Fuck. He wasn't going to do this the easy way, was he? He was going to try and let me down gently, like the Gryffindor he was. "Did you...was all that for real?" he asked again, and all my remaining hope crumbled in my heart. He thought it was a joke. He thought I would prank him like that – he still thought of me as a Death Eater. Nothing more, nothing less.

I buried my burning face in my hands. "Salazar, I've ruined this, haven't I?" I groaned. I had only wanted his friendship first, but then I had gone and lost all hope of doing even that.

"No, no, you haven't ruined anything!" I heard him say, but I was barely listening.

"Gosh, I'm such an idiot," I mumbled, suddenly realizing just how stupid it was. "I mean, after all that build-up, with the sweets and the gifts and the fucking advertisement, and then all you get is me." I realized I had left the tree and was now pacing around aimlessly. My mind was whirling, racing, and he was probably saying something but I didn't want to hear it. "I shouldn't have expected you to feel the same way, or even remotely consider being my friend, I mean, after all I put you through?" he went on, all form of articulate, eloquent expression gone. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that, I've made a mistake..." I could hear him talking, most likely mumbling some sort of apology for breaking my heart or something, but there was so much pent-up emotion building inside of me that I couldn't stop. "It wasn't anything, I swear, I was a little drunk when I wrote that last letter, I didn't mean to include it, I wasn't thinking straight, and..."

All of a sudden, before I could say another word, I felt another body collide with mine, knocking the wind out of me as I tumbled to the floor. My hat slipped off of my head as Harry fell on top of me, successfully pinning me down with his weight. It was getting hard to think with him pressed on top of me like that. "Merlin, Harry, what the fuck...?" I gasped, but before I could go on, Harry leaned closer and started shouting.

"I like you, you idiot!" he yelled.

I struggled against him without success, then realized exactly what he had just said. No...it couldn't be, I daren't hope... "You...what?"

"I fucking like you too," he snapped. He looked livid, pissed off, frustrated, and I realized that it was a rather good look for him – face all flushed so beautifully, eyes flashing in that way I loved, lips moving and looking so fucking kissable. "The feeling is mutual. I am attracted to you. I am infatuated by you. I might even be fucking obsessed with you. I don't know how else I can put it, really. I like your eyes, your stupid blond hair, your half-smile half-smirk that should look arrogant but just looks hot. I like your daft habit of doodling in Potions class when you should be paying attention, and then getting away with it whenever Slughorn calls on you because you always know all the fucking answers. I like how you never seem to shut up even when you should because you don't know what's good for you, and I find it incredibly fucking sexy how you stand up for yourself even when people misjudge you, and I think I might fucking well love you too!"

I couldn't speak. My heart was racing, threatening to burst from my chest and sing a song of joy. Harry was obviously frustrated by my response, or lack thereof, and he looked so dangerously murderous my breath was stolen from me again as I was rendered completely speechless. How could anyone be so fucking beautiful with that expression of pure irritation on their face?

"Well don't leave me hanging!" he shouted. "Say something!"

I still couldn't form any coherent words, my Pureblood eloquence having completely deserted me, and in an effort to convey my message I reached behind his neck and brought him to me, crushing our lips together, and oh Merlin, he tasted so good, just as I'd always imagined. He gasped, shocked, which allowed me to plunge my tongue into his mouth and kiss him deeply, twining our tongues together. I worried about his unmoving frame beneath me until he began to press his lips back against mine. One of his hands came around and wound itself in my hair, and the emotions I was experiencing were explosive. His lips, chapped from cold, worked against mine, fitting oh, so perfectly together, and all I wanted was more, more, more.

As the need for air took over, he pulled away first, gasping for air, and I made an effort to give him my signature, superior smirk, still half-worried. "Are you...sure?" I whispered, terrified and horrified at how small my voice sounded.

Harry growled in an almost animalistic manner, and the sound shot straight to my groin. "Oh for fuck's sake," he hissed. "You are such an idiot."

I was about to think up some sarcastic retort, but didn't get the chance to as he reached for me and pulled me easily into another mind-blowing kiss, and just like that, I was lost. Our mouths moved in perfect symphony as I poured everything I had into that kiss, wondering if it was possible to give away your soul like this.

Not that it was necessary. Harry already had my heart, anyway.

I have to admit, that my first reaction when I awoke the next morning on a frighteningly red-draped bed, being spooned from behind by another warm body, was a moment of complete confusion. Firstly, I was fairly certain that I had not, under any circumstances, gotten drunk yesterday, but this was definitely not his bed – too many Gryffindor colours. Also, I was fully clothed, and I never slept while completely dressed. Ever.

The person snuggling me breathed softly against my neck, and a rush of memories began swirling around my head. I felt heat rushing to my face as I realized it was Harry who had his arms wrapped around me, Harry who had insisted I stay the night with him, regardless of what anyone else would think.

"They're all far too drunk to notice us, anyway," he had said, as he dragged me back to the Gryffindor common room after many long moments of snogging in the snow. I had barely noticed the cold, and could barely notice it now in the empty dorm room – my skin felt too hot all of a sudden.

"Mm," Harry murmured against my neck, slowly starting to stir. I shuddered involuntarily as he exhaled against a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear. I turned over in his grasp so I could face him. His eyes were closed, his impossibly long eyelashes giving him a decidedly adorable look and his lips slightly parted and looked so perfectly kissable. A part of me felt that I could watch him sleep forever and ever.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes, stretching in an impossibly sensual manner. His deep emerald eyes looked dazed for a moment before focusing on me. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," I replied, suddenly feeling as if I was brimming with emotions, and I had to bite my lip to keep from letting out a string of soppy, Hufflepuff-worthy lines.

Apparently, I was so easy to read that Harry's face lit up in a beautiful, dazzling smile that could give the morning sun a run for its money. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, languid kiss, taking his time, dragging me in a little deeper and melting me a little further with each slight movement of his lips against my own.

Our movements gained passion even further (if that was possible) as he ran his hands down over my chest and I fisted his hair in my right hand, allowing my other hand to run down his side until it came to rest on his thigh. We both shivered, and I felt a certain hardness press into my thigh.

I paused, drawing back and cocking an eyebrow. Harry blushed, embarrassed, and I decided that red was a nice colour on his as he tried to inch his way out of my arms. "Sorry, morning problem," he muttered, flushing about one million different shades of pink and scarlet.

I smirked, leaning across him, hoping he didn't notice my fingers trembling. "Want me to take care of that for you?"

His eyes went comically wide, and he bit his already swollen lip, worrying it with his teeth. My gaze automatically followed the movement, and I felt my own morning arousal increase.

"Don't tell me you've never...?" I asked quietly.

"Not with a guy. I mean, I've fooled around, but never seriously," Harry clarified, flushing, and I hurriedly tried to conceal the brief flash of jealousy that might or might not have shown in my eyes.

I unsuccessfully tried to keep a stupid grin off of my face. "That's cute."

He flushed again, diving back down and hiding his face in his pillow.

"Oh, come on, Harry," I grinned. "Everyone thinks we've already shagged anyway."

Harry instantly stopped what he was doing, and I tried to focus myself when I caught sight of his serious expression. "Everyone?"

"You didn't think we'd be able to cross a room filled with over fifty students without someone at least seeing us?" I questioned, suddenly worried that he might not have wanted anyone to know about this quite just yet. After all, he was everyone's bloody Chosen One, wasn't he? And I was just a boy who made all the wrong choices in life, and then some.

"I…I suppose you have a point," he said quietly, and my heart instantly started sinking – he just wanted me to be his dirty little secret. "But that means everyone thinks we're…you know…together."

"So?" I snapped, scooting away from him. "Sorry if that's not what you wanted."

"No, no!" Harry reached out, grabbing my wrist and sending a fuzzy feeling running from the spot where his skin touched mine. "I merely meant…I mean…you don't mind?"

I gaped at him. He hadn't been worried about people knowing at all, he had been worried about my reaction! "Me? I…why would I mind?"

"I just…" Harry trailed off. "I mean, it's not really…a good thing for you, is it? I mean, being gay, and all that, for your reputation."

I smirked. "Really, everyone's Golden Boy shagging me, bad for my reputation?" I snickered. "Do you think I'd want to hide that?"

He laughed, and the sound stopped my heart for a few seconds before I remembered to breathe again. "Prat," he grinned.

I chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to his soft, warm lips. "So, how about we get rid of that problem?"

"I…" Harry began, but I reached down and cupped his crotch through his trousers, and he gasped instead. "Fuck," he hissed.

I chuckled. "That's the general idea."

He arched into my touch, groaning, and pulled me down hurriedly, crashing our lips together in an urgent, almost desperate kiss, running his tongue along the inside of my mouth and reaching places in it that I wasn't even aware existed. He ran his tongue experimentally along the roof of my mouth, and a rather embarrassing whimper slipped from my throat. He moaned in response, mumbling something about too many clothes. I couldn't help but agree with him. He pulled away and I groaned at the loss until his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh before making quick, awkward work of my shirt, unbuttoning it and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my flesh, stopping right above the waistband of my trousers as I squirmed out of the sleeves.

"Wait…don't you think someone might walk in?" I gasped, trying to keep whatever sanity I had left before I lost myself too completely in Harry.

"Right," he replied, outstretching his hand towards the door absentmindedly and waving it. I was about to question him when I heard the telltale sound of Locking and Silencing Charms cast on the doors.

"Show off," I muttered, minutely impressed by the powerful display of nonverbal, wandless magic, and pulled him back to me. I struggled with his shirt, trying to get it over his head. "Damn it!" I swore. "Why do you wear these Muggle shirts, Harry?" We tussled with it a few seconds longer before I got frustrated and mumbled a spell under my breath, vanishing our clothes completely.

"Eager," Harry whispered hotly in my ear, and I shuddered. "Now who's showing off with that wandless charm?"

"Shut up," I hissed, drawing back to admire Harry in all his naked glory. He was muscular, but not too much so, well-toned from years of Quidditch and fighting the Dark Lord, his skin lightly tanned, his prick jutting out, the head leaking pre-come and twitching under my perusal. I glanced up at his face – he was blushing, again, looking slightly uncomfortable under my gaze. "Gorgeous," I decided, whispering truthfully.

His jaw dropped for a split second before he launched himself against me, locking me in another one of those mind-blowing kisses and nearly knocking me off the bed.

"Now who's eager?" I teased, but he bit against my ear and a groan ripped through my throat, and rolled me over so he was pinning me down. Not willing to be outdone, I thrust my hips upwards, grinding against him. It had the desired effect as he groaned, relishing in the exquisite feeling of cock on cock. However, he didn't seem to want to relinquish control as he gave me a decidedly Slytherin-like smirk that made my blood run just a little hotter and slunk downwards, licking a trail from my collarbone to my nipples to my stomach, stopping right above the place I wanted him to kiss the most. I let out a frustrated sound as he bypassed by crotch and proceeded to press kisses to the insides of my thighs. "Harry, quit fucking teasing," I snarled, and in response, he flicked his tongue across my balls. "Shit, Harry!"

He chuckled, but only for a second as he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. I let out a strangled moan as he sucked tentatively for a while. I realized quickly that he was by no means inexperienced at giving blowjobs as he ran his tongue up the length of my shaft, causing me to whimper, and then took my entire length in his mouth. "Fuck!" I yelled, nearly coming on the spot, clutching the sheets in my hands and writhing. Just as I was about to lose it, he withdrew, giving me another sexy smirk, and waved his hand in the direction of his drawer, nonverbally and wandlessly Accioing a bottle of lube. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he looked embarrassed again.

"I said I'd never done it before, not that I didn't know how," he shot at me, pouring out a generous amount onto his hand, face burning. I was trying to come up with a witty retort when I felt one of his fingers gently probing my entrance. I gasped as I felt one of them enter me. "You alright?" he asked.

"For fuck's sake, I'm not made of porcelain," I snarled, bucking on his finger and trying to get it deeper into me. He obviously took the hint as he quickly inserted another finger in and scissored me, eliciting a long, drawn out moan. "Harry! I need you…please…"

He groaned and nodded, withdrawing both fingers and I lamented the loss for a mere second before I felt something decidedly larger pressing against my arse. Slowly, I felt it penetrating me. It wasn't the first time I had done this, but it had been a while since I last bottomed and a not entirely unpleasant ache was beginning to spread across my body. I rocked back and forth, drawing him further in until he was fully sheathed in me. He paused for a moment to give me time to adjust, but I didn't even care about the numbing pain, I just wanted moreharderfasternow.

"Move," I ordered through gritted teeth.

Harry was all too happy to oblige, slowly starting up a rhythm. "Fuck," he gasped. "So…fucking…tight…"

"Harry!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to draw him in deeper. He thrust into me with increasing speed, picking up a fast but gentle pace, experimenting with different angles, almost as if he was searching for something, and then…

I very nearly screamed as Harry hit that bundle of nerves within me, and he paused for a minute to make sure I was okay.

"Fuck, do that again," I begged.

He smiled and obliged, hitting that exact spot over and over again, his movements becoming more erratic as I unraveled beneath him, lost in pleasure. I could barely get any coherent thought through my head, much less form a legible sentence, feeling liquid pleasure pooling in my stomach as I repeated, yes, fuck and more in an odd sort of chant, and Harry fucked much like the Gryffindor he was, giving as good as he got.

He drew me into his lap so I was practically sitting on him and I impaled myself on his cock as he met each of my thrusts halfway. It was too much for me, but I wanted this to last forever and ever and…

I felt my balls tighten as Harry grabbed my prick and began to stroke it in time with our thrusts. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in my ear. "Come for me, Draco."

And that was all it took. Just like that, I let out a loud, garbled cry of "Harry!" and my head fell forward into Harry's shoulder as I shuddered, my entire frame wracked by violent shivers of pure pleasure as I came, spurting white strings of come over Harry's hand and my own stomach. He held me close as I rode out my high. It only took him a few more thrusts, and a well placed kiss and bite to his neck, and he was reaching his climax as well. I sat back and marveled at the sight of him coming undone – his head fell backwards and his mouth opened in a cute O shape, my name falling like a litany from his lips, the way he arched his back like a cat and shook violently against me. He was beautiful.

We fell back into the covers, and I rested my head comfortably against his chest, loving the feeling of completion I experienced when he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead, relishing in the feel of how well we fit together.

"We should probably get up," I muttered. Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains, and I was pretty sure we would be hungry in a little bit.

"Shh," he admonished, and I could feel him smiling against my temple as he stroked my hair. "Go to sleep."

A protest died on the tip of my tongue as he kissed my forehead again, and I just sighed contentedly until I felt a cold and rough sensation running through me, recognizing the effects of a Scourgify.

"Show off," I repeated quietly, before drifting off into a deep, happy sleep.

I awoke alone, in a still-empty dorm room, about two hours later. I felt a pang of disappointment when I realized that Harry wasn't anywhere in my vicinity, and even more so when I realized that because I had Vanished all our clothes, I had visibly nothing to wear.

I got up slowly, wincing at the literal pain in my arse, wondering if I would have to go around waddling like a penguin for the rest of the week, when I caught sight of a pile of neatly folded clothes at the edge of the bed. I couldn't stop the smile of anticipation from creeping onto my face as I crept towards it. They were clearly Harry's, but I found that I didn't mind in the least, especially when I saw a piece of parchment resting comfortably on top of it.

"Seeing as you so conveniently Vanished all our clothes, you'll just have to wear mine for a while. Oh, stop your complaining, just because they aren't cashmere doesn't mean they aren't comfortable. Besides, you look beautiful no matter what you wear.

Love, Harry."

I smiled, picking up the clothes he had selected for me, slipping on the grey long-sleeved shirt, flushing as I tugged on the pair of boxers and the slim-fitting black trousers that weren't quite as tight on me. Under the pile of clothes was another piece of parchment.

"I felt a little bad that after all that stuff you gave me, I didn't buy you a Christmas present. Go on, call me a sentimental Gryffindor, I don't care. Anyway, I managed to get you something and it's waiting for you.

Love, Harry."

I grinned despite myself, pocketing both pieces of parchment and toeing on my shoes, which were somehow still intact. I braced myself for what I was sure would be a storm of demands and questions, then opened the door from the dormitories.

Almost everyone was still there, all different houses mixed together and chatting mindlessly. Apparently, Granger's attempts at achieving house unity had worked somewhat. I received several curious glances, and a few heated glares, but no one got up and challenged me. Blaise was nowhere to be seen, probably off somewhere with Granger, but Astoria saw me and smiled, then walked right up to me.

"Hi," she said with a small smile, and a few extra heads turned out way because of her presence.

"Hi," I replied, glancing around. "Does everyone…?"

"Yes, we all know," she confirmed, her eyes bright with humour. "But Harry marched out of that dorm about an hour ago and yelled at everyone that yes, both of you shagged, and no one is allowed to say anything or ask you about it, and if they did, they'd have to answer to him."

I flushed, grinning, trying not to look too pleased with myself.

"Oh, yes, I was supposed to give you this," she added, handing me another folded piece of parchment. "And as per instruction, I didn't read it."

"Or did you?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow as I took it. I wouldn't put anything past that Slytherin.

She gasped in mock-horror, adopting a hurt expression and feigning sadness. "Oh, Dray, I can't believe you'd accuse me of doing such a horrible thing!" she exclaimed in a highly-insulted stance. She turned tail and walked off, acting stung, then stopped halfway through to wink at me over her shoulder. I laughed. I'd never know for sure if she peeked at it or not, but who was I to complain?

I unfolded the note, and a small Pumpkin Pastry fell out of it into my hand.

"What, did you think I was going to make it easy for you? No way, Mr Malfoy, you'll have to find me. Although I do suggest looking in 'the first place' first. If nothing else, at least you'll get a nice, quick shower. Or not so quick. I'll leave that up to you.

Love, Harry."

I grinned, quirking a smile. This was definitely the greatest Christmas gift I had ever received. Without a single moment's hesitation, I rushed out of the Gryffindor common room, ignoring mutters from all around me and feeling just like I did when I was five-years-old on Christmas and had just gotten my first racing broom.

Harry was going to be the death of me. I was totally, completely fucked. And hopefully in the literal sense, too.

THE END

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year! I'll be updating my other, longer story "If Only I Could Turn Back Time" this Saturday again as usual. Please review, and I promise to send you a flying kiss, a huge hug, tons of hearts, and an invisible Tom Felton. :D