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By this time of the Christmas holidays, Harry had almost the castle all to himself. Not because he hadn't counted on it, but the cold living room of the college was completely emptied. The freezing cold was caused by a window someone had probably forgotten to close. Harry's breath was like ice crystals in the air. Fortunately, he only had to wait a few more days to go home to the Weasleys’warm house. Ron and Hermione had gone before and he couldn't blame them. Still, there was something about Hogwarts in the winter that was so enchanting that sometimes you completely forgot about the cold. Then there was also the fact that Harry and Ginny had broken up less than a month ago and although they were still friends, the atmosphere was a bit strained between them.
Harry walked down towards the portrait of the fat lady, she had been bored in recent days and at times did not want to open up to him, but today it was no problem. He had also been bored, in fact, so much so that at one point he had opened the book Hermione had put on his desk. The hallways in the castle were not nearly as cold as the living room and Harry also passed a few other remaining students. Much to Harry's surprise, Draco had also stayed behind at the great castle. The unattainable and eternally annoying Draco Malfoy had decided to stay at the castle over the Christmas holidays. Why, Harry had no idea. During the various meals, the mood between Harry and Draco was to cut in, charged with emotion neither of them quite understood. When Draco met Harry's gaze, he quickly knocked it down and two almost invisible pink spots appeared on his cheeks. It had been like that for a while now. It was as if the longer the time passed the heavier the air between them and thus also the invisible magnet that pulled them together. The heavy air had been there since the war, but there was also something else there-something warm and almost nice.
Harry went down the many stairs and his stomach growled loudly. When he got to the dining room, Harry sat distraught at some of the other gryffindors. Without quite himself and perceiving it, he scanned the dining room with his eyes, hoping to see a glimpse of Draco's almost white hair. That hair must be so soft, he thought. Harry took himself in it but could not help but get a little upset by Draco's lack of presence. When Harry finished his breakfast, he decided to take a few rounds on the quidditch course. Hopefully it will make his day better.
A light layer of snow covered the grass and everything that used to be Green was now white. The red, green, yellow and blue quidditch spectator seats stood in deep contrast to all the White. Hogwarts towered behind Harry. The snow creaked under his shoes.
The door into the dressing room was carved from solid wood and creaked when he opened it. Inside was warm and dewy. Harry looked around the room and in the middle of it all stood Draco Malfoy himself wearing only boxer shorts. Harry instinctively looked away.
"That's not very polite.”
Harry's cheeks immediately turned pink and he looked everywhere but at Draco.
Harry's voice sounded far brighter and more childish than it was intended. "I'm not fooling”
Now Harry looked directly at draco, and draco looked at him. He couldn't help but take a sneak peek at the well-trimmed stomach and muscular legs. Draco took a step closer and so did Harry. Now there was almost only a meter between them. Harry's heart went so fast that he was afraid Draco would hear it.
"You really want me, don't you!" Draco exclaimed with his usual oblique smile.
"What do you mean?!" Harry knew all too well what Draco meant.
"What I mean? You're almost drooling.”
"And why are you suddenly so interested in that”
Draco's face changed drastically his eyes struck lightning. "You just didn't say that, like YOU'RE the one who's been waiting for ME to notice you. I've been here the whole time and I can't take it anymore.” Draco's face softened as he said it.
” Close your eyes, " Draco said.
Harry closed his eyes, believing that Draco would hit his head, but also afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
At first, he felt a mild scent of apples and something else tickling in his nostrils. Then Harry felt the softest lips on his. It gave a set in him and at first he stood completely still, but slowly Harry leaned into the kiss. Suddenly everything was hot and with his eyes closed, Harry zipped down the winter jacket and let it slip off without letting go of Draco's lips with his own. The lips sweet, soft and that fit perfectly to his own, they were the only thing that kept him up. Draco opened his mouth just a little bit and Harry followed his example. Harry's hand pulled Draco even closer and Draco said a longing sound. Harry couldn't help but laugh a little into the kiss. Everything went so fast and yet in slow motion. Draco's hands in Harry's hair and then one under his sweater.
Then a humming sound from Draco's pile of clothes, behind him. First he looked at Harry then he turned and took a magic mirror out of the pocket of his pants. Harry picked up his jacket from the floor and walked out of the dressing room dazed. He had forgotten all about quidditch.
What had just happened, he thought, How could it happen? He knew right away that he couldn't tell anyone about this-not even Ron and Hermione. Why had it felt so good? Much better than some of the times he had kissed Ginny.
Harry knew that if Draco had told him to Harry would have kissed him agian a thusand times.