Christmas morning was upon Hogwarts. The first years were frantically waking up at the ungodliest of hours to open the presents that were left at the end of their beds while the older years tended to sleep in and savor the gifts they got (mostly because they got significantly fewer presents). Harry woke up first but waited to open anything until Draco woke up, so he started doing some reading on magical tattoos to see what there was on flower tattoos. He found that they can be enchanted to either bloom with the seasons or with the subject's moods. Harry still wasn't sure which Draco had, but he would find out. He wanted to find out more small things about Draco (in the most no homo way possible) so he could make Draco's life that bit easier. Harry was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice Draco waking up and crawling onto the floor and setting up his presents in front of him until Harry heard an

"Oi! Stop trying to impersonate Granger and come open presents!" Draco sounded like an excited 5-year-old, and Harry didn't often see Draco happy. Once Harry was situated on the floor about 3 feet away (and that was only from present mass taking up said space), Draco started tearing into his presents (there were like 5, not counting Harry's). Harry unwrapped his slower and more precise since he wasn't used to many presents. Harry got a sweater from Molly, some candies and more books on flowers from Ron and Hermoine, and some new products to try from George (he's still running the joke shop, and you can fight me on that). Draco got a scarf from his mother, some trinkets from Pansy, and candies from Crabbe and Goyle (they're too dumb to get their own separate presents).

"I have a present for you, actually, if you don't mind," Draco blurted out. Harry laughed,

"I have one for you too."

"Open mine first; I worked really hard trying to figure out what you would like." Draco handed him the box, wrapped with the precision of a pureblood heir, even though he may not be one anymore. Harry handed over his box to Draco and felt slightly ashamed (he wraps like me and I'm not good) because the present wasn't wrapped as well as Draco's was. Harry opened the wrapping paper meticulously, a bit slower than he had unwrapped the other gifts just to piss Draco off a bit. Draco reached over and shoved him for being a git, and Harry laughed and sped up. Harry opened the box and inside was a Gryffindor scarf, but it looked homemade. There were some small holes, and it looked like he added some stitches in a few places, but it was one of the most thoughtful things he had ever gotten. At one of the ends, Draco had also embroidered 'Chosen One.' Harry let out a snort at that.

"Thank you. I really don't know what to say. I was gonna make a snarky comment, but now I'll feel bad, so thank you." Harry really was at a loss for words, and he felt his heart constrict in his chest like he liked Draco even more than he did before, which he didn't think was possible.

"No problem," Draco said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, and was he....blushing? "My turn now!" There's the 5-year-old Harry saw earlier. Draco ripped the wrapping paper off the box, not commenting about the sloppiness of it. He opened the box and lifted out a grey stuffed bunny. Harry quickly started to explain,

"When you first had your nightmares and talked about Monsieur Lapin," Harry cursed himself for his terrible pronunciation, "I had this idea to make you a new one, but I knew nothing about charming objects because that's one of the things they don't teach us in Charms. I wrote to Hermoine about it because she knows, like, everything, and she gave me some books, but I didn't tell her what it was for. I tried to get the nightmare charm right, but I don't know if I-" Harry was cut off when Draco leaned over and kissed him. Draco pulled back almost instantly and looked ashamed of acting on his impulses.

"Sorry I shouldn't have done that. We were enemies. I can't expect Amortentia to be correct 100% of the time. I've just...I've just never had someone care about me so much that they put so much effort into a present before." Draco seemed to be spiraling, and Harry was still in shock from what just happened. Harry needed to do something before he lost Draco forever. Harry finally snapped out of his daze and spoke up,

"Draco! Draco! It's okay! I...I like you too, okay? I was just kinda shocked cause I was going to tell you I liked you today after you opened my present, and I had this whole speech and-"

"Wait. You like me? Like, like me like me? Since when?"

"Umm, this is embarrassing, like, 6th year? I realized I was less worried about what you were plotting and more about who you were with. Took me way too long to figure out you weren't in love with Pansy." Harry had scooted a bit closer as he said this and looked bashful like this was mortifying to say out loud

"The only reason I kept teasing you, and I guess technically bullying you, was because I knew when I saw the stupid rat's nest that was your hair and the big green eyes you had, I knew I liked you. It was scary being in this pureblood family; everyone expecting me to be in Slytherin, be straight, marry Pansy, even though she's one of my best friends and I see her as more of a sister now. I climbed up a tree for you! Do you know how hard that was! It took 15 minutes just to get up there and come back down!" Harry snorted out a laugh. "You did all of that just so I would notice you?"

"Well, yeah, dumbass, but it never worked, and I was so frustrated. I guess it worked out alright, though, I think?"

"Yeah, I think it did." Harry was laughing just a bit and scooted into Draco's personal space. Harry leaned forward, and once Draco caught on, he met Harry halfway. Their lips met, and they both felt the fireworks go off in their bodies. They knew they had finally made it to where they were supposed to be.