The rain was pouring outside, always rain but hardly ever snow in good old Britain.
The fire was crackling in the fireplace as the rain hit the windows. Two glasses of champagne and a pile of clothes were long forgotten on the floor.
The white bedsheets were clenched with the strength of a young man, experiencing true love for the first time.The young man turned in his lover's arms and whispered; "merry Christmas, Severus,".
A long time after the young man fell asleep came a soft reply.
"Merry Christmas, Harry,".