When the four returned to the dorm after dinner, exhaustion hung in the air around them. They talked for a while about what both pairs had done that day, but Ron and Hermione quickly called it a night. Draco and

Harry sat cross-legged on 'their' bed, Harry holding the gift he had procured earlier. Draco, completely sober but quickly tiring, had his head on Harry's shoulder, looking up at him curiously.

"Here," Harry said, placing the gift in Draco's lap, "One last gift as a thank you for going out with me today." Draco smiled sleepily at him and tilted his head up for a kiss. Harry obliged, then gestured for him to open the gift. As Draco unwrapped it, he saw quite a bit of Gryffindor red. He lifted the first item, looked at it, then sat up and scowled playfully at him.

"Really, Harry? You couldn't wait any longer to see me in one of your bloody jerseys?" Draco flipped the t-shirt jersey around so Harry could see the '07' emblazoned on the back.

Harry laughed, "this is just protection in case you've stolen my real one, and I have a game that day. There's more." Harry could barely contain his mischievous smile at what lay under the shirt. The second item Draco picked up flushed red and whipped his head to look at Harry. "I. . .I-" Draco slowly held up the frankly scandalously short shorts.

"Before you go off on me for them, let me explain, okay?" Harry knew that this gift might set Draco off, so he did some damage control beforehand.

"Yes, please enlighten me, O Chosen One, as to why you thought it was a good idea to get your boyfriend shots with your quidditch number on the ass." Draco looked not far from pissed and very pink, eyes glued to the very large '07' across each ass cheek of the shorts.

"I know you sleep in shorts, and while I did originally think the idea of having my boyfriend wear my quidditch number on his ass when only I would see it would be. .I don't know. .Maybesortakinda hot -"

"What?"

"I also thought that you would probably be embarrassed by them, so I also got a pair in green so you wouldn't be too embarrassed by them." Draco looked three different shades of shocked.

"That's. . .Surprisingly considerate of you." Draco took both pairs of shorts and put them to the side, leaving only one thing left in the paper. He took out the last gift and, without warning, burst into a fit of giggles he quickly tried to stifle, seeing as Hermione and Ron were sleeping 5 feet over. "You really- really went all out with this- this one, didn't you?" Draco was holding up a pair of socks with Harry's signature '07' on the sides. Harry beamed.

"I wanted to make sure people knew who you were rooting for in quidditch games." Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry, "Apart from Slytherin games, of course!" Harry quickly added, trying to dig himself out of the hole he had made. "I know, house over boyfriend. I can let it slide for quidditch only because you're on the team."

Draco put the gifts aside and sidled up to Harry, who slung his arm over Draco's shoulder. Draco leaned up to kiss him. "Thank you. Truly. I love all of them." he said when they parted. Draco nuzzled into Harry's neck, then pulled himself away to get changed for bed, deliberately making a show of taking Harry's gifts with him. Harry flushed red and sat in anticipation.

As Draco opened the bathroom door, the first thing Harry noticed was that he was wearing the same shirt he had worn on his first night with Harry. The french one that Harry never remembered to translate. The second thing Harry noticed was the very red shorts that Draco was wearing. Harry immediately flushed dark red. Draco dropped his clothes near his wardrobe and joined Harry on the bed.

"I thought about what you said," Draco said as he sat down next to Harry, "And I feel the same way about you. I realized how hot it would be to get you in green, so. . ." Draco trailed off and gestured to his outfit. Harry smiled into the kiss he gave Draco, and they laid down, side by side.

"Hey," Harry said as they were settling in, "I've always wanted to ask what your shirt said since the first time you wore it." He sounded shy like he was afraid of admitting he didn't know something.

"Oh," Draco murmured, looking down at his shirt, "It means 'and at last I see the light' in French. It's a quote from a Muggle movie. Tangled. Pureblood families are big on French, and all Pureblood kids know how to speak it by the time they're 10. It's a second language. I saw it when I was out 'discovering myself,'" Draco air quotes, then wraps his arms around Harry, "And it just stuck with me because eventually, I did see the light."

Harry kissed Draco's cheek, "Thanks for telling me. I'm glad you found the light too."

Draco looked at Harry with so much adoration it could have made Harry cry. "Would you want to hear the song that the quote is from? It really is beautiful." Harry quickly nodded, and Draco began to sing them to sleep softly. "Tout ce temps, cachée dans mes pensées. . ."