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“James, you are insane!”
“No! You’re the crazy one!”
Sirius slapped his hands onto the counter. “The potatoes are already mashed enough! You’re just destroying them now!”
“THEY LOOK LIKE YELLOW ROCKS! THEY. NEED. MASHED. MORE!”
“OK. MASH THEM MORE AND RUIN CHRISTMAS FOR EVERYONE IN THE FAMILY!”
Harry sighed, trying to block out the noise of his dad and godfather screeching from the other side of the kitchen. This fight was relatively peaceful compared to last year’s one. Potato had ended up on the ceiling after that fight.
“How long before they realise that Remus and Lily have already made mash?” A voice whispered in Harry’s ear.
Harry turned to the boy beside him.
Draco Malfoy stood leaning against the kitchen counter, cheeks flushed from laughing and mouth quirking up in a smile. His white-blond hair fell softly into his grey eyes and his face glowed under the warm lights.
He looked like an angel.
“I would give it ten minutes,” Harry said, pulling himself from the trance.
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. “I say fifty seconds.”
“What?! I don’t think you understand how stubborn-” Harry’s reply was cutoff by Draco stepping forward and pressing their lips together.
Harry melted into the kiss, his hands immediately finding their way to Draco’s hair. He sighed as Draco wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, Draco’s kisses soft and persistent against his lips.
They had been stealing kisses all morning, yet Harry still hadn’t got used to it. His chest still squeezed with happiness and his stomach still filled with butterflies. It felt like heaven.
Draco was heaven.
James’ voice cut through the bliss in Harry’s mind. “Sirius, I don’t want raw potatoes for- hey! No PDA in the kitchen! Harry please remove your lips from Draco’s mouth. Wait… where are the mash potatoes? Oh my god. Lily, how could you?! And Remus too! YOU TOOK THE MASHED POTATOES!”
Harry pulled back from Draco’s lips, glancing from his dad to his mum then back to Draco, realisation hitting him.
“You cheater! You kissed me to distract dad from the fight so he would notice that the potatoes were gone.”
Draco smirked. “But I was right, wasn’t I?”
Harry crossed his arms and pouted in mock anger. “I can’t believe you would do this to me. My own boyfriend is a fraud.”
“…boyfriend?”
Shit. Harry’s eyes widened in realisation as the word hung precariously in the air between them. Draco stared at Harry.
Harry’s gaze dropped to the floor, his face warm. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I mean - I do want you to be my boyfriend, but I shouldn’t have assumed. But if you want to be my boyfriend, that’s amazing, but if you don’t that’s-”
“Harry, I want to be your boyfriend.”
Harry’s eyes snapped up to Draco’s face, a small nervous smile on the blond’s lips.
“Oh, ok. Good. That’s… great.” A warm sensation was blooming in Harry’s chest that he couldn’t subdue.
Draco rolled his eyes, his cheeks growing red. “I’m glad you think so.”
Harry hid his grin by pulling Draco into a hug, shoving his face into the crook of Draco’s neck.
Draco laughed, his hand stroking through Harry’s hair. Harry always had to stop his knees buckling when he did that.
“I don’t think this Christmas can get any better,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear.
Harry pulled back slightly. “Well, I think kissing me again would improve my day dramatically.”
And so Draco reached down and pressed his lips against Harry’s. And once again, Harry was in heaven, his dad’s protests drowned out when Draco sighed against his lips. Harry was in heaven and Draco Malfoy was an angel and somehow he had landed at his door.
Harry was in heaven and he was sure he was falling in love.
Remus was falling in love and it was hell.
Sirius Black lay sprawled out across his lap on the sofa, his long dark hair falling in all directions and his face smushed into Remus’ belly. He was asleep, curled into a ball and breathing heavily.
And despite the suffocating heat of the room and how full his stomach was, the only thing Remus cared about was how cute Sirius looked.
Remus was in love and it was hell.
“You ok there, Rem?”
He spun his head around quickly. Draco was smirking at him from the other side of the long sofa, Harry asleep on his own lap.
“Shut up,” Remus said, his cheeks aflame from being caught staring at Sirius.
“Someone’s in love,” Draco teased, laughing when Remus blushed even deeper.
“You’re one to talk. I think James is mentally scarred from that little display before dinner.”
“Yes. I am,” James mumbled from the floor, where he and Lily lay curled around each other.
Draco had the decency to look slightly ashamed for a moment. However, his expression turned serious, his hand tracing Harry’s features.
“This is crazy, isn’t it?”
“What is crazy?”
“This.” Draco waved his hands in the general direction of the whole room. “A few days ago, we were two loners working in a Christmas tree shop and now…”
“And now.” Remus repeated, glancing down to Sirius’ face. Shadows flickered across the pale face in the firelight and the sigh he released when Remus ran a hand through his hair made Remus’ heart squeeze.
Now, everything had changed. Now, they had love.
“I’m glad that the person I got snowed in with was you, Draco.”
Draco smiled softly, meeting Remus’ eyes. “I’m glad it was you, too.”
A comfortable silence fell upon the room, the snores of the others and the crackling of the fire the only sound.
Despite the happy revelations of the morning and the talk and laughter from the Christmas dinner, this had been Remus’ favourite part of the day. He was surrounded by the people he cherished most in the world, the man who he was falling in love with was in his arms, and he was happy.
He was happy.
And that was more than he could have ever wished for.