And so, 'Harry's Christmas Tradition' had been set, italicised and with capital letters, if you please. He'd stay at Hogwarts and douse himself in that one of a kind Hogwarts Christmas, over eat and explore the empty hallways and secret passages, and if he happened upon a good looking, muggle-born cosied away in the library, then that was just a nice bonus.

No one noticed Tom staring at Harry's path out of the Great Hall, his dark eyes boring into the back of a messy head of hair, scraping down his slim figure. No one noticed the small, private smile that came on to his face, or the lick of desire that flashed behind his eyes, either.