Okay this is basically just 2.5k words of dialogue, fluff and cringe (K I L L M E). Also it's completely irrelevant to the book and is more of a filler opps 

okay enough rambling, gotta mCR

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"I was always under the impression you thought Snape was a somewhat god to worship." Grinning cheekily Harry swung his head back, drowning the golden goodness of the butter beer from its bottle.

"Shut up," Draco playfully kicked Harry's leg, "I did not."

"Actually you did."

"Fine, maybe I did at some point but definitely not anymore." Draco protested.

"Well I'm glad you have come to your senses, he's a right foul git, with his vampire cloak and you could fill a cauldron with all the grease in his hair." Rambled Harry

"More like hair in his grease."

Harry snorted into his bottle and flopped backwards into his bed grinning widely. Draco followed him, collapsing into the impossible softness of the quilt and sinking his head into the overstuffed pillow that had a faint smell of butterbeer, probably from one of Harry's past accidents from drinking butterbeer on his bed. Although Harry's bed was immensely comfortable Draco felt anything but, this was owing to the fact that he had just snuck   into the common rooms of Gryffindor - something he had always dreamed of doing- and was now lying in the bed of his past enemy with the curtains drawn around them. Even though every Gryffindor student except Harry had been forced by their paranoid parents to return home they still had agreed to stay as hidden a possible, even if meant they had to be cramped together on Harry's relatively small bed.

The way Draco would describe Gryffindor common room is warm. Not by the temperature, but rather the warm browns and red of the furniture and tapestry's, the way the furniture looked as though it was merely scattered without a  thought, unlike the intimidating perfect formation of Slytherin's common room. The air had the wonderful fulfilling warm smell of the everlasting scent of cinnamon and fire wood and even the faint smell of dung bombs that clung in the air added a cosy feel. As much as Draco belonged in and loved Slytherin he couldn't deny that this was a nice alternative to the stale, damp feel of Slytherin room.

Perhaps the honest reason the Gryffindor common room was simply splendid in Draco's eyes was that Harry was with him. I t still felt almost like a beautiful yet cruel dream that Draco would awaken from to find things had never changed and that Harry still hated him.

Harry kneed Draco slightly, "Draco?"

"Harry?"

"You sort of zoned out." Harry chuckled.

"Sorry." Draco shifted his position so he could face Harry and gaze into his eyes. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's dark locks. So immensely attractive did Harry look at this moment that Draco wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

So he did.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips as he closed his eyes at the familiar yet strangely unfamiliar feel of Draco's mouth against his.  It was the first time since the bathroom incident they had come into this kind of contact and Harry couldn't help but whimper when Draco pulled away, breaking the sweet kiss. Draco adverted his eyes from Harry's mouth where his bottom lip was stuck out in a pouty way and Draco wanted nothing more than to grab it between his lips again.

"What are we doing? This is the only chance we will get this year to go anywhere together as we please and so far we only went to the kitchen and now we are huddled in a bed!"

Draco scrambled from the bed and frowned at Harry when he didn't follow. Draco clasped his forearms in his hot hand. "C'mon, up." He laughed as Harry reluctantly sat up.

"The bed wasn't that bad, we could have made it fun." Harry grumbled half to himself ( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Draco threw open the red curtains letting the faint sunlight stream onto their faces.  "Let's go, hurry up."

Half dragging Harry Draco and him rushed out the common room, ignoring the fat ladies shrieks that a Slytherin was in the common room. "Where to?" Asked Harry.

Draco flicked his hair out his eyes as he thought to himself, "Let's just walk around, we'll find something." Harry agreed and soon they were chasing each other and giggling like children through the corridors, only half-heartedly keeping a look out for teachers or the very few student remaining.

Perhaps they should have paid more attention to their surroundings as when they heard a low whistle from around the corner they basically leapt out their skin. Draco thinking fast but stupidly dove behind a suit of armour covered in tinsel, Harry however stood frozen as the enormous figure of the owner of the whistle came into view.

"Oh Harry! Didn' 'spect you to be 'ere, thought you'd go with Hermione and Ron." Hagrid questioned. Hanging behind him was a large sack filled with tinsel, baubles and ornaments, presumably to decorate the twelve usual Christmas trees. 

"I was, I just..." Harry looked backwards as if asking Draco to help, Draco didn't of course and Harry stopped talking.

"Well don't hesitate to come round, been quite lonely with only fang an'-"Hagrid leaned closer to Harry and muttered "Gwap" in a hushed yet still loud voice.

"I'll see if I can visit you tomorrow, otherwise-"Harry began but was cut off when the amour Draco was crouched behind leapt forward and began singing 'Silent night.' From the horror and surprise Draco fell to the ground with a loud clash.

"Oi Malfoy what are you doin' 'ere? Come to spy on Harry have you?"

Draco's face flushed increasingly red at a dangerously rapid pace and Harry had to bite down on his lips to stop the laugh that threatened to escape his tongue. "Oh, um, Draco is doing a project with me. It's okay Hagrid." Harry choked out a lie, attempting to keep his face straight.

Hagrid frowned, "oh, well give me a shout if he does anythin', won' ya?"

"I will," said Harry to Hagrid as he started to walk away continuing to whistle, leaving Harry free to laugh as he pleased.

"Shut up you idiot," Draco said brushing a non-existent substance off his pants. As Harry continued to laugh Draco smirked and pulled his lips to his to silence Harry as he melted into the kiss, only to step back again, leaving Harry's lips bare that then twisted into a frown.

"What, do you want to get caught?" Draco teasingly questioned, loving how irritated Harry would get. Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Which way?"

"The opposite way that huge git went."

Harry glared at him but didn't speak, he would have to put up with Draco's judgemental views, until he matured anyway. This journey wasn't quite as playful with Harry still slightly annoyed at Draco. After many twists and turns through Hogwarts's many passageways and stairs Harry and Draco found themselves within view of Myrtle's bathroom, the exact room that held the Chamber of Secrets.  

"Isn't this where..." Draco trailed off.

"Yes, it is," Harry finished. It seemed like centuries since he, Hermione and Ron sat brewing the potion in that very room, since Hermione turned into a cat, since he met Tom Riddle and fought the basilisk. Harry endured a pang in his chest as he realised how much times had changed. 

"Are you okay, Harry?"

Harry didn't have time to answer because suddenly the tapping of a heel against the floor filled the passageway. McGonagall appeared, the usual stern look plastered upon her face that clashed with the rhinestone studded witches hat perched on her tight bun, decorated with tiny bells, holly and sparkly tinsel and tassel. Other than this rather bold head wear Mrs McGonagall didn't seem at all into the Christmas spirit.

As her eyes spied the mischievous pair her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What is the purpose for your presence here Malfoy and Potter?" As one would presume, McGonagall was rather taken aback by the fact that Harry and Draco were within touching distance with each other and certainly weren't fighting.

"We were just off to the library, to study." Harry shrunk a little knowing McGonagall will not fall for the lie quite as easily.

"Nonsense! Since when do you study in the Christmas holidays?" McGonagall questioned, her suspicion growing with every minute.

Draco and Harry both remained in their silence, lost for excuses. The dull drip of water in the nearby bathroom was the only sound that could be heard.

"Why aren't you going down to Hogsmeade?"

"We- we didn't know we could."

"Surely you two are old enough to handle yourselves? You're almost of age."

Draco's face lightened with the idea but Harry, remembering what Dumbledore had old him still remained with his doubts. "But Professor Dumbledore –"

" - Said that you are allowed to go as long as a teacher or qualified witch or wizard in within reasonable distance, and in this case most of the teachers will be going and you two will be just fine. Well, off you pip!"

Exchanging delighted looks for a mere second Harry and Draco wasted no time in running out the corridor, eager to escape the village as soon as they could.

"No running in the – oh never mind!" McGonagall muttered to herself as the two speed out of sight, curiosity still buzzing in her head.

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It was the day before Christmas Eve (or as Draco had called it 'Eve Eve') and the village was simply crowed by last minute Christmas shoppers and magical folk meeting with family and friends and eager for the warmth of the goodies the three broomsticks provided. In all the havoc it would be unlikely for someone to notice the blonde headed boy accompanying the dark haired lad but with Harry's face plastered on the cover of every paper it was a risk they didn't want to take. Which is why, after some debate, Harry and Draco agreed to go to a queer little café called the Trolls Breath Cafe. (Another shitty name by yours truly) Harry had barely realised the rust spotted building located at the edge of the village was a café until Draco pointed out the peculiar sign displaying their rather pathetic menu.

The wintery air way very cold against Harry's exposed face but as Draco grabbed his hand in his Harry felt his whole body glow with an unearthly warmth.

Entering the Café it wasn't quite as small as it appeared outside with many small table crammed together. Although at these tables sat no-one, the only person to be seen was an old man lurking in the corner. Upon closer inspection his face had so many crevasse it looked like a crumpled sheet of paper and he appear to have come in contact with a bad spell that left his scalp as bald as an egg and his eyebrows excessively bushy. When he looked up Harry shivered, his eyes contained no pupils and instead were just a milky white.

With a twinkling of a bell hanging on a small door a squat little woman appeared. Her dress seemed to be stained so many times it was a permanent tan brown colour. Like McGonagall she narrowed her eyes at the sight of Draco and Harry "Eh, what are bairns like yourselves doing out alone in these dangerous times?"

"We are almost of age, we can handle ourselves just fine, thank you." Draco sniffed, quoting McGonagall.

"But aren't you...?" The woman glanced at Harry's scar, "Oh never mind, what'll it be then?"

"I'll just have a brew." Harry said, still full from the butterbeer.

"Can we have a pot of tea please?" Draco asked the lady, handing her a few coins.

"Yes, you can. It'll be here in a few," The woman said writing it down on her notebook. Harry noticed her nails blackened by dirt and grime before she toddled off.

"Thankyou!" Harry called after her short figure.

Harry and Draco sat down at a nearby table and continued their small talk only to be interrupted by the woman's shriek of "BARNEY WHERE'S ME DAMN KETTLE?" From behind the wooden door causing a small fit of giggles to erupt from the pair.

"D'you think anyone will snitch on us?" Harry questioned, his voice laced with concern.

"I hardly doubt that woman will, and that guy over there is blind so it's unlikely he will," Draco shrugged.

Harry smiled although his insides were still ridden with concern.

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Harry stared at the stained parchment in his hands baring a map of Hogwarts and the little footprints alerting where all the people inside the country stood, although not many remained. It was late Christmas night and almost everyone in the castle was in their chambers, sleeping off the marvellous feast they had previously, all but one. Draco Malfoy was not only awake but prowling around the corridors and Harry was watching him through the map. Harry had a suspicion where Draco was headed and he stood correct as Draco approached where the room of requirement stood before disappearing of the map.

"Aha!" Harry couldn't help but let out a cry of triumph as he finally discovered where Draco had been disappearing to. He knew that it was wrong to spy on Draco like this, but it was mandatory he do so. 

Harry desperately wanted to follow him but he had earlier eaten double his weight in turkey and potatoes and sausages and puddings and could barely keep his eyes open.

Perhaps Harry should just wait until Boxing Day.