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I followed Ginny through the barrier and down the platform, chuckling as she skipped along. She seemed almost more excited about my seeing Draco again than I was. Alright, maybe not; I was pretty excited, yet that same fluttering sensation. Of nervousness was still there, too, though I couldn’t imagine why. Perhaps it was because we hadn’t seen each other for so long and I was nervous about what would happen when we saw each other again.

It didn’t matter. The thoughts were driven from my head when I saw the paper crane fluttering over the crowd towards me. It landed in my out stretched palm, and I thought I caught a glimpse of sleek blonde hair disappearing onto the train. I grinned and stowed the crane in my pocket for safe keeping until I got a chance to read its message.

I followed the others to an empty compartment where we loaded our trunks. Ron and Hermione left us then for Prefect duties, and Ginny and I were both grateful. She had seen me slip the note from Draco into my pocket and now begged me to read it—or, rather, to let her read it.

“I think I can handle it, Gin,” I said, pulling the crane from my pocket. I unfolded it slowly, partly to tease Ginny and partly because my hands were shaking far too much for quick movement. When I succeeded in getting it open, I found that it was indeed Draco’s familiar scrawl written across the page.

You chose the time, you can choose the place. Eleven-thirty. Pick an empty compartment—I’ll find you.


“D? He can’t even sign his whole name now?” Ginny exclaimed. She’d been reading over my shoulder.

“It’s probably in case it got intercepted or something,” I replied, reading it again. “How he thinks he’s gonna find me, I’ll never know. He’ll have to search the entire train.”

“He’ll find you, of that I’m sure.” Ginny looked at me in silence for a moment, her nose wrinkling. “You’re not wearing that to go see him, are you?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, looking down at my jeans, trainers, and t-shirt.

“Nothing. It’s just…hm…” She turned and began digging through my trunk.

“Hey, Gin! What are you doing?” I jumped up, trying to pry her away from the trunk. “There’s private stuff in there.”

“Ah, there we are!” She pulled out the shirt she’d bought me for Christmas. “This will do nicely. Now…about the jeans…”

“Hey, Draco happens to like these jeans on me, thank you!” I could have slapped myself for saying that. She smirked.

“Alright, then I suppose the jeans can stay, but you really should change your shirt.”

“I still don’t understand—”

“Harry! Think about it. You’re dating Draco Malfoy. Don’t you think you out to look like you go together?”

I shrugged, knowing that was exactly how I felt on most occasions. We really didn’t look like we belonged together. I was the poor kid in over-sized hand-me-downs and he was the rich kid in designer clothes. I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to look more like I fit in with him. I took the shirt with a sight and changed into it, tossing the other one into my trunk.

“There,” Ginny said, looking me over. “Much better.”

“It’s too small,” I complained, pulling slightly at the fabric.

“It’s supposed to be. It’s form fitting.”

“Yeah, well, it’s annoying.”

“You’ll get used to it. Besides, you look good. I think Draco will like it.”

There was no use arguing with her. She was just as stubborn as Ron, if not more so. And so, at eleven-thirty, I left the compartment in search of an empty one further down the train. One where Draco and I could be alone.


I’d looked through most of the train before I finally found an open compartment. I was just sliding the door open when movement at the other end of the car caught my eye. I looked up, only to find Draco checking compartments at the other end. I stood there, waiting for him to see me. When he finally did, he smirked and headed right for me. I slipped into the compartment I’d found and he followed, closing the door behind us before turning to face me.

I practically pounced on him, my arms wrapping around his neck as our lips crashed together. I pushed him up against the door, sighing contentedly into his mouth as his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer. He pushed back off the door, guiding us over to the middle of the compartment. Our tongues caressed as he pulled me tighter against him. It felt almost as thought he were afraid to let me go. I realized that I was having the exact same feeling as I tightened my hold on him, my fingers running through his hair.

“Gods, I’ve missed you,” he said, finally breaking our kiss. I nodded in agreement, still to breathless for words. He sat down, pulling me along with him. “Tell me about your Christmas. I want to know everything.”

I told him about coming out to the Weasleys, and even described in detail the snowman Ginny, Hermione, and I had built together. He smiled as he listened, occasionally nodding, but he didn’t interrupt me once. I told him about Ginny and how much fun we’d had together, and how she’d pulled me out of several mini-depressions when I started missing him too much.

“Remind me to thank her,” he said. “I was hoping someone would look after you while we were apart.” He smiled and pulled me closer to him. “I love you, you know it?”

I nodded, snuggling back against him. “I love you, too.” We kissed and I laid my head on his shoulder, loving the feel of his arms wrapped around me. “How was your Christmas?”

He was quiet for a moment, and then shrugged. “Boring, really.”

“It couldn’t have all been boring.”

“But it was.”

“Surely something entertaining happened? Tell me about your mum. What’d she say when you told her we were together?”

“She was thrilled. She told me to be good to you, and to never let you go without a fight.”

“That’s…that’s really sweet.”

“Yeah. She’s good at saying things like that.” He was silent after that, so I pressed him further.


“And what?”

“What else happened? I know you didn’t just sit there staring blankly at the wall the entire time!”

“Nothing interesting happened. There was the usual overly-extravagant Christmas party we throw every year. Merlin knows that was boring. I hung with Blaise and Pansy the entire time. Other than that, it was uneventful.”

“You said in one of your letters that your dad had made an unexpected trip home. How did things go with him?”

“I’d rather not talk about my father, if you don’t mind, Harry.” There wasn’t even a pause for thought before he said this, meaning that he’d been ready for that question. I let the subject drop. We sat in silence for a while after that as I searched for something to say.

“Did you have any trouble getting away from Pansy and Blaise?” Alright, it was a stupid question, but I was desperate to get him talking again. He smiled and shook his head.

“Pansy had already headed off on Prefect rounds and Blaise got a new book for Christmas. I don’t think he even realized I was leaving.”

I smiled. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” He pulled me closer to him, and it was only a moment later that we hard the sweet trolley coming down the aisle towards us. “Mmm,” I whispered. “A chocolate frog would be brilliant right about now…”

Draco chuckled. “Well,” he said, “I’d say now would be your change to get one.” I grinned at him and stood, moving out of the compartment and down to the trolley. It was good thing I’d had a fair bit of money with me, because I returned to the compartment with a good deal more than I’d originally intended.

“That’s more than just a chocolate frog!” Draco exclaimed when I’d dumped my arm full of purchases on the seat across from us. I shrugged and picked up a package of Bertie Botts.

“I’m hungry,” I replied, struggling to open the package. “I didn’t eat very much at breakfast this morning.”

“And why’s that?” he asked, opening the package for me.

“I was too excited about seeing you again.” He smiled and scanned the pile of sweets.

“Did you buy out the entire trolley?!”

“No. Only the good stuff.”

“And apparently the chocolate frogs were the best, eh?” He was gesturing to the twelve that lay in a heap in the middle of the seat. I nodded.

“They’re my favorite.”

“I can see that.” I pooped a bean or two into my mouth and went on digging through the box to find a few more seemingly safe ones. “You’re gonna make yourself sick eating all this.”

“That’s why I was gonna share with you.”

“I see…” He looked curiously at the pile of sweets before choosing a licorice wand for himself.

The pile slowly grew smaller until only about two-thirds of it remained. This I slid into my pocket for later, leaving out a single chocolate frog to satisfy my craving with. I offered a piece to Draco, but he smiled and shook his head.

“No thanks,” he said. I shrugged and popped it into my mouth, closing my eyes as I savored the taste. There were lips on mine as soon as I swallowed the chocolate, and a skilled tongue was soon slipping into my mouth. I groaned and let him in, digging my fingers into his hair. How I’d made it through the three weeks of break without this I would never understand.

Draco pulled back, leaving me completely breathless. He placed a light kiss on my lips, his tongue slipping in for one last stroke against mine before he moved to my neck, kissing a trail up to my hear. His breath was hot against my skin, making me shiver.

“Chocolate tastes better this way, I think,” he whispered.

“Does it?” I asked, kissing his throat. He groaned and nodded. I smiled as our lips met again. We were so wrapped up in each other and this incredibly perfect moment that neither of us heard anyone enter the compartment.

“Is that all you two do?!” a voice asked. Draco was the one to break the kiss.

“Hello, Blaise,” he said, turning to look at the other boy. “Can we help you with something, or did you just come to intrude?” He grinned to show he was joking.

“I got bored,” Blaise explained, sitting down across from us.

“What happened to your book? You seemed pretty enthralled with it when I left.”

“Finished it.”

“You just started it!”

“Yeah, and know I’ve finished it.”

“I’ll never understand how you do it.”

“You’d find you have time to do lots of things if you can keep your mind and your lips off Harry long enough.” Blaise gave me a wink as Draco tossed him a playful glare. “Besides, it’s not like you were doing anything important here.”

Draco rolled his eyes and sat back, turning to look out the window. I sighed and looked down at the floor. For once I wished Blaise hadn’t intruded.

“See that?” Blaise asked me, gesturing to Draco. “I’ve pissed him off.” Draco let out a deep breath and pulled me closer to him. I smiled and laid my head on his should as his lips pressed a kiss to my hair. It wasn’t long after that Pansy joined us. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated at this. Blaise and Pansy were great, and we really seemed to get along well…but I hadn’t seen Draco in three weeks, and all I really wanted was to spend the day alone with him. That wasn’t really too much to ask, was it?

Yet, at the end of the day, I was glad that they’d joined us, for Pansy found an opportunity to really prove her worth. This came about an hour after she joined us.

“Believe it or not, I had a real purpose for intruding on your afternoon together,” she said to us.

“You mean you weren’t just bored?!” Draco exclaimed, looking at Blaise. Pansy chuckled.

“No, no. I have a present for Harry. Well, both of you, I suppose.” She tossed me a package. I looked over at her, completely stunned. She’d gotten me a present? Pansy rolled her eyes at my expression. “Don’t give me that!” she exclaimed. “Just open it!”

I did as she said, and Draco and I exchanged confused looks as the gift was revealed. “Blank parchment,” Draco said, taking a piece to examine.

“Thanks?” I forced questioningly.

“Oh, honestly, you two!” Pansy exclaimed. “And you call yourselves wizards! It’s enchanted!” She took the piece I still held and pulled a quill from her pocket. “You write something on one sheet.” She scribbled something down. “And it shows up on the other!” Sure enough, ‘Happy Christmas’ had just appeared in Pansy’s until scrawl on the parchment Draco held. “It makes note passing much easier.”

“This is incredible,” I said, taking the parchment back form her. I turned to Draco. “A piece for each of us, then.” He smiled.

“Wait a minute!” Blaise cut in, looking to Pansy. “You’re a bloody Prefect! Aren’t you supposed to be stopping note-passing during classes instead of encouraging it?” Pansy shrugged.

“What the professors don’t know won’t hurt them,” she said. I was definitely clad she’s showed up now.


I, regrettably, had to say goodbye to Draco and the others when the train pulled in to Hogsmeade Station. I wanted nothing more than to share a carriage with the three Slytherins, but I’d been gone for nearly the entire trip, and Ron was already going to be pissed. I bid farewell to Blaise and Pansy, and Draco, ignoring Blaise’s playful look of disgust, pulled me tight against him for a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” I replied, smiling up at him. He pulled me in for a last kiss before I headed off in search of my friends.


Hermione and Ginny seemed to be in a rather foul mood when I entered the compartment—and that told me that Ron had already been ranting about my absence for quite some time. Ginny seemed to perk up slightly when I arrived, and she immediately set into a full interrogation about my afternoon with Draco.

“Were you glad to see him again?” she asked, grinning.

“Definitely,” I replied, pulling my robes on. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to see someone.”

“Did you go through with your plan?”

“You mean the one where I snogg him senseless?” She nodded. “He must have ahd the same plan, because he beat me to it.” She grinned and patted my arm, pulling her trunk down from the luggage rack. It was then that Ron chose to make his reappearance from changing into his uniform.

“Look who decided to finally grace us with his presence!” he scoffed. “Been off with the ferret, have you?”

“Ron!” Ginny exclaimed. “Draco’s a nice guy. You’d see that if you just got over your bloody pride and realize that things have changed!”

“He’s a sodding ferret and that’s all he’ll ever be!” Ron shouted. “I don’t want you near him, Harry!”

“I don’t care what you want, Ron!” I replied angrily. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I spoke again. “Can we not do this right now, please? Can’t we just go one night without an argument about Draco?”

“I think that’s a splendid idea!” Hermione cut in. “Now, come on. We’ll miss the carriages if we stay here much longer.” Needless to say, it was a very quiet carriage ride.


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