The twelfth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: singing Christmas carols...

Harry sat between Draco and Severus at the Royal Opera House in London, watching the Vienna Boys Choir perform their annual Christmas concert. He was enchanted with the music, letting it fill his heart with Christmas joy and love. He raised the hand on his left, kissing Severus's palm. Severus gifted him with a warm smile and a whispered "I love you."

Harry turned to look at Draco, stunned by what he saw on his face. Draco had tears streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were wide in awe. Harry gently touched his arm and Draco looked at him.

"I love you, Harry." Draco whispered. Harry's own eyes widened. It was the first time he could recall since their bonding that Draco had ever said those words.

The smile those three words placed on Harry's face, would live in Draco's memory forever.

"I love you, too, Draco. Merry Christmas." Harry smiled, leaning forward to kiss him.

The End!