Chapter 11! This one is very much late, because it took me a while to write this one. I just struggled to write it exactly how I wanted it to be. I'm sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much to all who reviewed! I'll respond to your reviews on the next chapter, I wanted to go ahead and get this one up for you all!

Harry had always loved the winter season. Not only had it meant a break from gardening for his Aunt Petunia, but it meant baking all of his favorite sweets. While he had rarely been given the chance to eat them abundantly, he would always get the first bite of something to prove the food was adequately prepared and had no poison added to the many ingredients. He would always relish that one bite, no matter how small.

The snow was a cold comfort to the boy, a reminder of his state of living and an absolute beauty to look at. The snow frequently made him think of Hedwig though, which he had to admit was rather bittersweet. He still hadn't been able to replace the bird, viewing her as too special to truly be replaced.

The two students bounded out and into the snow, looking to all the world like a couple. And to Draco, they were. Harry could feel his nerves growing unhinged the closer they got to Hogsmeade. Draco had noticed quicker than Harry thought he would, and the pale Slytherin began murmuring sweet nothing's into his ear. The other male's words, coupled with the fleeting touches Draco insisted on giving Harry's torso beneath his layered clothing, caused Harry to realize was no longer nervous to be out in public with Draco. No, he was nervous he would do something inappropriate in public with Draco. The male had obviously not intended on arousing Harry, but the brunet couldn't help but feel an overwhelming passion toward his fake boyfriend as the blond distracted him with kind words and sweet touches. No one had ever gone to such lengths before to distract him from his paranoia of publicity.

Soon enough, the couple was inside Gladrags Wizardwear, where they had a new line of dormitory items for sale. Anything you could possibly want was available, and was such a highlight for the store that Harry nearly forgot it was a clothing store first and foremost. Bedding, paint, cushions, anything a student could possibly want to decorate a dorm was lined on every inch of the front of the store. Many colors were available, but common themes related to the school houses could be seen. The brunet watched as Draco glided to the new section, simply oozing with confidence. Harry smirked at the sight. A potion mishap could make Draco Malfoy seem in love with Harry, but no potion strong enough could ever take the Malfoy out of Draco.

"Harry! Come look at this comforter." Draco ordered, not bothering to look back to see if Harry obliged. Harry sighed, but the smile never left his face. He was already wrapped around Draco's finger.

"Pompous git." Harry muttered affectionately, making his way toward the blond who was too entranced by decor to hear him.

Harry looked about at all the things available for sale as Draco chatted away. The blond already had a design in mind for each room, and Harry learned quickly that his input would rarely be taken seriously. The brunet was ultimately happy to simply follow his fake boyfriend and pay for whatever the blond thought they needed. They hopped from store to store in Hogsmeade, despite having bought the majority of the things they needed for their dorm. They ended up at The Three Broomsticks just as the sun began to set, and thankfully had no run-ins with any pesky paparazzi. The couple was relaxing in a private booth Harry had requested, bags taking up one side of the booth while Draco and Harry took up another.

Draco was attached to Harry at the hip, his hand taking its place at the small of Harry's back as they enjoyed a cup of butterbeer. Harry's tanned skin appeared flushed under the dim lighting, while Draco's glowed pleasantly. Harry could almost liken it to a porcelain doll's skin. Harry was laughing quietly at something Draco had said as they were people watching. Draco smirked as he turned to watch his boyfriend laugh, the man's face lit up with pure joy each time he laughed. It was a rare sight, one to be cherished and remembered with detail.

Harry turned to Draco with a large smile, making the blond's heart skip a beat. Harry was gorgeous, especially without so much worry etched into his face. The war had aged Harry so quickly that Draco worried it wasn't reversible, but the wizard proved to bounce back time and time again. Now that he was free of those chains, Harry had never looked younger.

"Draco? Baby?" Harry questioned hesitantly, bringing Draco back from his thoughts. The blond blinked at the worry that coated Harry's voice thickly. He looked back at his boyfriend, his frown mirroring the one Harry now wore.

"You stopped smiling." Draco pointed out, running his thumb along Harry's plump bottom lip. Harry's tongue followed the touch hesitantly, the thumb leaving a tingling feeling along his lip. His tongue returned to his mouth before it could touch Draco's thumb, and the brunet suddenly felt irrationally nervous.

"You were staring at me oddly. I got worried." Harry muttered, keeping his voice low to prevent any emotions from slipping into the meaning of the words. He had feared for a moment that something around them had triggered something in Draco's memories. A large part of him had immediately panicked, thinking his time with Draco had ended.

Draco couldn't help but flush at the comment. Despite their relationship having progressed for years, the blond was still always shocked when Harry worried about him. No one worried for him except his mother for years, until Harry came into his life.

"Let's go back to Hogwarts, Dray." Harry murmured, lacing his fingers with the taller male's. Draco stared at their intertwined fingers momentarily before nodding in agreement. Harry called a random House Elf employed at Hogwarts to the Three Broomsticks, and the small creature happily vanished their multitude of bags back to their new dorm. This left the fake couple to simply enjoy their walk back in comfort, the silence around them like a warm blanket. Harry's bright green eyes never left Draco's rosy complexion on their walk back. This Christmas would be the greatest yet for Harry, it would seem.

Draco Malfoy was dedicated, Harry would give him that. The blond not only redecorated the bedroom, but every room within the dorm before bed. Harry was left to entertain himself as the blond worked his magic, Draco deeming his lover too 'clumsy and brutish' for this kind of work. The entire dorm looked different when Harry finally took a look at the finished product. Draco had complained in his ear to pull his eyes from the television for half of an episode and the entirety of a commercial before Harry had been kind enough to take a look. And when he did, his pretend lover certainly did not disappoint. The walls had been magically recolored, the new accents placed in the perfect place, and even the furniture Draco had disliked had been replaced with new, much nicer pieces.

"Wow, this is amazing Dray." Harry murmured, smiling softly. Draco's cheeks were flushed, most likely from the depletion of his magic, but the blond smirked confidently nonetheless.

"Of course it is." He replied smugly, allowing himself to gracefully land on their newly decorated bed. The dark red comforter enhanced Draco's milky skin perfectly, Harry noted as his eyes raked over his exhausted fake boyfriend. Draco's eyes slipped closed as the male sighed softly, his lips turned upward in the hint of a smile. The blond looked tired.

"We should go to bed, love." Harry offered, placing himself next to his fake lover so he could run his fingers through the unusually messy blond locks. This comment coaxed Draco's eyes back open, the icy gray eyes settling on Harry with a darker intent. Draco smirked, catching the brunet off guard and causing him to flush.

"Bed, right." Draco drawled, something in his voice eliciting a shiver from his partner.

"I might be tired, but I still have something I want before the night is through." Draco murmured, pushing Harry down until he was laying on the bed. Draco straddled his waist smoothly, resting his bottom firmly on Harry. The brunet had to stop his reaction from being too strong, not wanting to encourage the blond in his obvious intention. Draco leaned down to nuzzle the brunet's neck, placing open mouthed kisses along the tanned skin he found there. Harry couldn't suppress the shudder that raked his body at the contact.

"D-Draco," Harry moaned, pressing against the blond's chest in a futile attempt to push him off. Draco continued his advances, snaking his hands up Harry's shirt, his nimble fingers brushing along the tanned skin. A shudder raked through Harry's figure, causing his arms to go lax. Draco took the opportunity to lean in and kiss the male beneath him. The kiss was loving and hot and passionate, overwhelming Harry until he was certain he had become a moaning pile of goo.

The fake couple became encaptured in themselves, pieces of clothing finding their way onto the newly made bed faster than could be registered. Draco's hands were everywhere and nowhere all the same, his touches light and lustful. The pale fingers ignited a fire in Harry, dragging out quiet gasps from the golden boy. It wasn't until he felt Draco's tongue drag across a pert nipple that he remembered what he had been doing. He had been trying to stop Draco, not encourage him.

"Stop!" He cried out, pushing Draco off in a rush of adrenaline. The blond blinked in surprise, staring at his boyfriend in shock. In mere seconds, the surprise turned to hurt, then to anger. Harry felt guilty, but he couldn't distinguish how much was from stopping Draco and how much was from letting Draco get that far to begin with. Draco's tie was dangerously close to falling to the floor from its place on the bed while Draco's button up was opened haphazardly, his milky skin visible for Harry's eyes to roam. He pointedly looked away from the Slytherin as he began to pace across the carpeted floor.

"What the hell is up with you lately, Harry?" Draco growled, his hands pushing through his hair in frustration. The act was very rare for Draco, as he always fussed with his hair, but the blond was worried about his lover. He simply wasn't acting normal. "One minute you're as sweet as ever, the next it feels like I disgust you."

Draco abruptly stopped pacing, pulling Harry's attention from his lap to the worried man before him. His heart twisted painfully, and he desperately wanted to reassure Draco that he was loved by him.

"Is it because I took the dark mark? Have you realized how tainted I am?" He asked, his eyes glossing over even as his body language froze up. Harry jumped from the bed toward Draco, the rush of cool air reminding him of his bare torso.

"Dray, that's ridiculous. I love you, you're not tainted. The mark is nothing more than a mark now." Harry protested, wrapping a hand around Draco's arm. The blond shook his touch off.

"Voldemort is gone." Draco winced, the spoken name stiffening him up further. "I love you, Draco. Dark mark and all. You were a spy for us, not a follower of him."

Draco whipped around toward Harry, invading his personal space in the blink of an eye. His eyes held a whirlpool of emotions, confusion front and foremost.

"Then what? Why won't you touch me? I've been patient, I've tried letting you say when you're ready but this has never happened before!" Draco exclaimed in exasperation, pushing against Harry's bare skin on each punctuated word. "Why, all this started with you after you went to speak with Uncle Se-"

Draco's eyes widened, while Harry started at him dumbfounded. Confusion, hurt, and anger flushed out of Draco's posture almost immediately, replaced with cautious excitement.

"Did he make it? Did you take it? Is it safe?" Draco inquired, looking Harry over with a new rigor.

"Woah, calm down Dray. Remind me what you're talking about." Harry stated, placing a hand on each of Draco's shoulders. Draco didn't shove him off this time, a small pout forming on his lips.

"The potion we asked Sev to make. Obviously a maternal potion is very rare and dangerous, so we went to Uncle Sev. Did he get you to take it? Is that why you won't be intimate?" Draco asked, throwing a lot of information into his lover casually. Harry processed it as quickly as he could.

Draco's brain had substituted a false memory to explain his lack of putting out. And it came up with a maternal potion, so he could have children with him. The thought oddly enough made him warm, but also alarmed. Maternal potions were very dangerous if not handled properly.

"Yeah, Dray. I drank it." Harry replied softly, smiling at the Slytherin. Draco smirked, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend softly.

"You could have just told me. Besides, this doesn't have to halt our sex life. I can bottom, love." He murmured against his lips, his hands roaming Harry's tanned skin once again. Harry groaned, using his grip on Draco's shoulders and pushing him out to arms length. Draco frowned, a pout once more on his gorgeous lips. The sight almost made Harry change his mind.

"No, Dray. Severus strictly told me we could do nothing while this potion is in effect. I'm not risking anything, you know how fickle magic can be. This was a trial run to see how it would effect me." He chided, which in turn caused Draco to roll his eyes.

"Fine. How long must I wait?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to listen to Harry speak.

"Two weeks." Harry replied, his chest tightening as he reminded himself that no intimacy would really occur after those two weeks were up. Draco sighed dramatically before standing back up. Harry's eyebrows rose in confusion as Draco began walking toward their bathroom.

"Dray, where are you going?"

Draco turned in the door frame to look back at his boyfriend, a smirk placed firmly, his eyes glittering with mischief.

"I need a shower." Was his only response, and Harry watched with darkened eyes as the door was left cracked open. He sat on the bed, breathing in deeply as the water turned on.