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Warning: SLASH! Harry/Draco/Ron and Seamus/Dean

Author's Note: Okay, Harry saying that he never believed in Santa is about as angsty as I get. Fluff is my life. And this story is fluff. Enjoy! And I made Dean a prefect, just because I wanted to. So there.

Christmas at Hogwarts

Chapter One: Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve. Harry Potter was lying on a sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room, with his head in Draco Malfoy's lap. Ron Weasley was sitting next to Draco with his arm around the blonde's shoulders. All three were staring silently into the fire, until Harry spoke.

"I wonder if the house elves come down the chimney?"

"What are you talking about, love?" Draco asked, playing idly with Harry's hair.

"Oh, Muggles say that Santa Claus comes down the chimney to leave presents."

Ron laughed. "I always assumed that he Apparated. Of course, it didn't take long for me to figure out that it was really my parents."

"Yeah, I bet," Draco replied. "How old were you, Ron, fifteen?"

"Don't be stupid. Actually, Fred and George told me when I was about eight. Bastards. I was so upset."

"Poor Ron, I'm sure you were," Harry said sympathetically. He tilted his head back to smile at his friend, then looked up at Draco.

"When did you stop believing in Santa, Drake?"

"I don't remember. I was pretty young. Christmas was never a big deal in our house." He lapsed into silence. Harry waited for a moment, then spoke again.

"I don't think I ever believed in Santa. I didn't have any reason to, since I never got any presents. Anyway, it always woke me up when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia brought Dudley's gifts downstairs, so I knew where they came from. I think Dudley might still believe in Santa," he added thoughtfully, and the other two boys laughed.

"Spoiled brat," said Draco.

"Look who's talking," Ron replied good-naturedly.

"I hope I'm not a brat. But I am spoiled, I've got you two."

"Awww, you're sweet." Ron leaned over to kiss Draco on the cheek, but Draco turned his head so that their lips touched instead. Just then, the portrait hole swung open, and Dean Thomas climbed into the room, back from his prefect rounds.

"What are you three doing still up?" He asked. "I would have thought you'd be eager to get to bed."

Harry, seeing that the other two were still busy kissing, replied, "We were talking. But we probably won't be for much longer."

Dean looked at Ron and Draco and grinned. "Well, I'm heading upstairs now. Seamus is waiting. Happy Christmas!"

"Good night, Dean. Happy Christmas!"

When Dean reached his dormitory, he found that Seamus had fallen asleep, not being a night owl as Dean was. He changed quickly into his pyjamas, and snuggled under the blankets, pulling the bed curtains closed behind him. Seamus half woke up, enough to put his arms around the other boy and murmur,

"I don't like you being a prefect. I don't get to watch you undress any more."

"You could if you weren't asleep."

"But I am."

Dean kissed Seamus gently, saying, "Good night, darling." His only response was a snore. Before falling asleep himself, he heard Harry, Ron, and Draco come in, whispering and tiptoeing and being generally noisy.

Harry was ready for bed first, as Ron and Draco were somewhat distracted flirting with each other.

'Hurry up, dammit!" He finally hissed. "Santa won't come until you're asleep."

"Yeah, well I won't sleep until I've come," Draco replied. Ron sniggered, and pushed him onto the bed.

"And I suppose I've got to do the silencing charm, as usual," Harry grumbled.

"Feeling left out, Potter?" Draco asked. As Harry leaned across him for his wand, he grabbed the front of Harry's pyjamas, pulling him down for a long kiss.

Eventually Ron decided that they had forgotten about the charm, so he performed it himself.