My December

My December

"This is my December

This is my snow-covered heart

This is my December

This is me alone"

-My December-Linkin Park

The war was over. Aurors had killed a lot of the Death Eaters, including Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy.

Everyone was celebrating Christmas Day, the day in which Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord for good. Everyone was happy. Everyone except the Hero.

Harry Potter was hiding on the Quidditch Pitch, away from the noisy Great Hall. He knew that he was supposed to be happy; he knew he was supposed to be in the Great Hall, celebrating with Ron, Hermione, and the others. They were in high spirits because they had survived the war and none of their loved ones had been killed. But Harry was feeling lonelier than ever and he wasn't sure why. His friends were all alive. Well, all except Sirius. He had finally got over Sirius's death. Harry had seen Sirius after defeating Voldemort, behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic.

"Just wish that I didn't feel

Like there was something I missed."

Harry was feeling empty inside and he hated it. The snow was falling over him, freezing him because he was only wearing the green sweater that Mrs. Weasley had sent him early that very morning and a pair of jeans.

He was alone, all alone in the cold, the snow mixing with his tears. He wanted to be really loved. He needed more than the mother love Mrs. Weasley had for him and the sisterly and brotherly love Hermione and Ron had for him. He needed to be warmed inside. But the thing that unsettled him most was the person that he wanted to warm him inside. He had loved that person for two years, after the fiasco with Cho Chang made him realize something about himself. He didn't know why he loved that person. He could have loved any other person in Hogwarts, but no, he had to fall in love with the one most unlikely to return his feelings. The sentence that ran through Harry's head almost all the time was "Opposites attract". His head and heart were made a soup of feelings and thoughts but the one thing he was sure of was that he was going to die alone and unloved. His tears were falling without pause. Then, he saw something that made him jump three feet in the air. The Person was coming towards him.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Boy Who Lived Yet Again. By all means, Potter, what are you doing alone on the Quidditch Pitch, far from the Great Hall, freezing yourself to death and...are those tears on your face?"

The blond haired boy sat next to him.

"Sod off, Malfoy! Can't you leave me alone or just one day? Go and mourn for your parents or Voldemort or something."

The blond boy sighed.

"I hated my parents and Voldemort."

"Could've fooled me," muttered Harry.

"I had to, Potter. My so-called friends would have gone running to my father if I would have said anything against him or Voldie."

Silence fell between the two boys for a while.

"So, Golden Boy, why are you crying?"

"Why in the name of Merlin should I tell you? You want to see me dead!"

"No, I don't!"

"Yeah, ri-MMPH!!!"

Draco Malfoy's lips were glued to Harry's. One of Draco's hands was playing with Harry's hair and the other one was on Harry's waist, pushing him gently forward.

Harry pushed Draco away from him.

"Who won the bet, Malfoy?"

"What bet?"

"Come on, Malfoy, I am not that thick!"

"Potter, for fuck's sake, you are very thick if you didn't realize that I've loved you for a very long time! And I swear I am not lying!"

"Since when?"

"What?!"

"Since when do you love me, Malfoy?"

"Since fourth year, when I saw in your eyes who you really are. But Mr. Potter was head over heels in love with Ms. Bitchy Chang and he didn't see me staring at him all the time. Oh yeah, and I was supposed to play the role of the rich Death Eater's son because, if not, my sweet little daddy would have had no remorse whatsoever after killing me! Do you want to know more, Potter?"

Harry sat in Draco's lap and caressed the blond hair.

"The name is Harry."

"Well, Harry...you are the best thing that ever happened to me!"

"Okay, who are you and what did you do with Draco Malfoy?"

Draco gave a soft laugh. He kissed Harry's neck and licked the reminder of the tears on Harry's cheek. Harry shuddered.

"I feel so alone, Draco...so empty."

"I know the feeling, Harry."

"I love you, Draco; I always loved you, but you were such a bastard!"

"I know, Harry, I love you!"

Tears were falling again on Harry's cheeks and Draco kissed them away again. Draco kissed Harry's lips and Draco's tongue found its way in Harry's mouth. Harry answered the kiss, his arms around Draco's neck.

"I know I'm a bad kisser," said Harry when Draco broke the kiss.

"No you're not! You are great!"

"I only kissed once before you and it was with Bitchy Chang."

"I broke the kiss because you're freezing. Let's go to my dorm, there's no one there. The Slytherins have all went home because they didn't want to celebrate something they dread."

He pulled Harry up.

"Well, Potter, this is our last year at Hogwarts an I'm going home to an empty manor. Do you want to move in with me?"

"Of course, Malfoy!"

"Perfect! I'll have to buy you new clothes and a new pair of glasses so you won't make a fool out of me."

Harry chuckled and muttered:

"We won't let that happen, Malfoy!"

The snow covered them as their lips joined again and Harry thought: "This is my day, my love, my Draco, my December."

FIN