Potter!

Is it obvious?

Harry woke early, not having slept much, the sun beating down on his bare body.

In his arms he held a blonde boy, sound asleep, his chest rising and falling lightly. His neck was sporting some new purple bruises which were more obvious that they had been the night before. Harry reminded himself to make him wear a roll neck sweater when they went to the Burrow.

Smiling at the memories of what they had done the night before, Harry carefully unwound his arms and pulled his underwear and jeans back on which were discarded on the dirty floor at the end of the bed. More images filled his mind, Draco on top of him, moaning his name in a way that almost made him hard just thinking about it, the way Draco felt inside him, the way he felt inside Draco. They hadn't really talked over the argument they had before they found themselves making out, but Harry assumed what they did was worth more than enough words.

He went over the the window and gazed out upon snowy London, the trains ratting by and the low hum of early morning.

"Harrrry." Draco whined, looking at him dazed, wanting for him to come back to bed.

Harry smiled, "It's Christmas, Draco, we can't sleep all day."

"Why not?" He groaned, turning over and pulling the covers over his head.

"Because we have to go back to Grimmauld Place and change before we go to the Burrow. Have you seen those bruises on your neck?" Harry smirked as Draco jumped up and rushing over to the slightly cracked mirror.

"Potter! How am I going to cover this up!" Draco pulled a grumpy face, staring at the bruises with laser eyes, as if trying vanish them from his body.

"You liked them enough last night." Harry sauntered across the room and wound his arms round the still naked man, gently kissing his shoulder as a tease, letting his hands run up and down his smooth bare skin.

Draco moaned quietly, watching Harry over his shoulder in the dusty mirror. "Can't you- ah- find some spell to get them to fade?"

Harry nipped his skin earning a grunt from the boy, "No, I like them."

Draco chuckled hoarsely, "Fine. I'll wear a roll neck though." He swung himself round and touched his lips to Harry's fleetingly, before picking up his discarded clothes and beginning to dress.

After a few more hurried kisses and Harry checking his watch in a panic, they left the Leaky Cauldron, earning a judging look from Tom as he waved awkwardly.

They apparated to Grimmauld Place where Draco immediately set down his bag and pushed Harry against the wall, pressing their lips together once more. They couldn't get enough of eachother. He wondered how they were going to keep their new found passion hidden at the Weasley's, and how they were going to keep their hands off each other for so long. But he concluded that they'd done it for so long before, they could do it for a few hours again.

"Draco." Harry breathed against his lips, "Come on, we're going to be late."

Passing a very confused Kreacher on the way upstairs, Harry changed into his Weasley Christmas sweater and Draco into a rather high roll neck that managed to cover all the bruises well.

"I had to adjust it with a spell or two." Draco brushed himself down as Harry giggled.

When he stopped laughing, he picked up a brown paper parcel and handed it to Draco. "Merry Christmas."

Draco looked at him in surprise, "Oh no, Harry, you didn't! I don't deserve you."

Harry rolled his eyes, a smirk permanently fixing to his lips as he kissed his cheek tenderly, "just open it."