"Absolutely not, Potter," Draco said, trying to close his door in Harry's face.
Harry laughed, "Stop being ridiculous," he said, pushing at the door to Draco's room.
"I'm not," he said, "while I appreciate that it is our tradition to grade papers together on Friday night before we watch a movie, I cannot take that chance today."
"No," he said again. "Matilda Bagweather has that horrible winter flu and you didn't have the good sense to send her out of your classroom. You've exposed yourself to it and I'm not interested in getting sick."
The door closed firmly in his face and Harry sighed, letting his forehead drop against the door. This couldn't be happening to him. Not today. Not when he'd planned to-
"Draco," he called, knocking on the door again.
"I brought a Christmas movie," he cajoled. "You're really going to like this one." He was certain about White Christmas, Draco was a sucker for cheesy love stories.
The door opened a crack and Harry wiggled the DVD so he could see it. "Are you feeling any symptoms? Any scratchiness of throat, tickling in the ears, are your eyes watering?"
He rolled his eyes, "I feel fine. I feel great, actually. I just wanted to watch this movie with you."
Draco debated for a moment, Harry could see it playing out on his face, then after what felt like an eternity, the door fell open. "Fine. But you're sitting at the other end of the sofa."
An hour into the movie and Draco's head was where it always ended up, in Harry's lap. And Harry certainly wasn't complaining. He combed his fingers through Draco's hair, scratching lightly at Draco's scalp with his nails, like he knew Draco enjoyed from a great deal of trial and error.
He'd slipped right into Harry's lap as he argued with the movie:
"Why is she upset?"
"Why wouldn't she just talk to him!"
"For Cirice's sake, getting engaged isn't going to help!"
"Do you see now what could have been avoided if you'd just talked to him, you silly woman?"
But none of the ranting stopped Draco from tearing up when the General stepped into the room and everyone started applauding.
He sat up and reached for a tissue on the table, sniffling and hair askew from Harry's fingers, and Harry loved him and loved him and loved him. Godric it wasn't healthy to love someone this much. To want nothing more than to look at them and make them happy.
"I don't know why they always have to be so emotional," Draco said, turning to look at Harry. "What?" he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'd just really like to kiss you," he said because he'd decided that tonight was the night. No more waiting, no more holding his feelings in. It wasn't quite how he'd planned it but it would do.
Harry shrugged unrepentantly, "I would like to kiss you," he repeated.
"Well then why haven't you?" Draco asked, sounding affronted now.
He laughed, "Well I thought I'd get your approval first."
"You have it," Draco said, "so what are you waiting for? Do I have to do everything my-"
Harry leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet, making the butterflies in his belly take flight all around his body.
"Oh," Draco breathed when Harry drew back. "I think you should do that again."
He grinned and cupped the back of Draco's head as he leaned in to kiss him once more. When he moved away he murmured, "You're missing the ending."
Draco blinked at him and Harry nodded to the screen as the barn doors opened and the snow appeared like a backdrop. Draco leaned back against Harry and Harry wrapped an arm around him, drawing him even closer.
When the movie finished, Harry squeezed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he shifted and stood up.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He grinned and leaned down to press a soft, short kiss to Draco's lips once more. "My own room."
Draco raised an imperious eyebrow but Harry spoke up first.
"I want to do this right," he said softly. "I want to woo you, I want you to feel pursued. I want this to be something that lasts."
Draco blinked up at him, that guarded part of him falling away, leaving him looking young and unbearably sweet.
"You're too important to me to rush this. So," he said with a fortifying nod, "I'm going to give you one more kiss, and then I'm going to leave." He nudged Draco's foot with his own, "but before I do, I wanted to ask, would you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
"Yes, Professor Malfoy, exactly like a date."
He smiled and stood up, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, "Yes," he murmured, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "I'd love to."
By the time the two of them did get the Winter Flu six weeks later, they were both all too happy to spend the time cocooned in a room, watching movies together while they recovered.
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