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“Then what’s ironic?” Harry’s voice was almost guarded.

In the darkened room Draco smirked, “I find it ironic that you’re so worried about me rejecting you, when it was you who rejected me first…twice.”

Nothing more was said that night. After all, what could one say to that?

As Draco well expected, by saying that particular comment the night before, Harry made sure to be out of their rooms by the time Draco woke up the next day and avoided him as much as was possible, seeing as there were some classes that Gryffindor and Slytherin had together and he couldn’t well skip those. Draco was somewhat amused by this behaviour actually, as he was waiting for the revelation that would come at sometime when Harry realized how he had worded that sentence.

He was not prepared for Harry to realize a very different thing, which he brought up during Draco’s Transfiguration essay that afternoon. Harry walked into the rooms after a few minutes of bickering with Medusa (Merlin, how fond Draco was getting of the portrait, maybe Dumbledore would let him buy it for his study door back home…).

“What are we going to do about holiday break?” Harry said suddenly, surprising Draco slightly. Where had he come up with that topic?

“I don’t see how this holiday break is going to be any different from any other,” Draco responded, returning to his Transfiguration essay. His father and he would spend Christmas Eve doing whatever they felt like doing, then they would open presents together Christmas Day and his godfather would likely join them for dinner on Christmas Day as well-

“No, I meant about the sleeping thing.”

“What are you rambling about?”

“Unless you don’t plan to sleep at all over holiday break, Draco, we’re going to have to figure something out.”

Realizing that he would have to take Harry home for Christmas, Draco almost missed the fact that Harry had called him by his first name to his face. Draco had heard Harry refer to him by his first name before, but never had Harry actually addressed him by “Draco” instead of “Malfoy”.

“Well then, Harry, you will just have to accompany me, won’t you?” The tone left no room for argument but Harry argued anyway, blushing slightly when he realized that Draco had picked up on his slip of the tongue.

“Aren’t you even going to ask me politely, or are you just going to be a bastard about it? No, wait, why am I even asking?”

“I don’t know. Why are you?”

“Because I don’t have to go to your home over holiday break, I could very easily stay right here in Hogwarts the way I have for the past five years. And even if you did go home, you’d end up back in Hogwarts by morning, and you know it.”

Draco stopped even trying to work on his essay. Harry did have a point, a very good one actually.

“Very well, then.” Draco looked up at Harry for the first time since the boy had come in the room. “Harry, will you come home with me for holiday break?”

Harry blinked…three times. He hadn’t actually expected Draco to ask him at all.

Draco meanwhile found the astounded look on Harry’s face very amusing, although he fought down the urge to smirk, laugh, or look amused as he waited for Harry’s answer.