Harry huffed, the noise lost in the mattress his face was pressed against. "I’m just excited," he said, wriggling his shoulders until Tom unpinned him and rolling onto his back so they were face to face. Tom hovered over him, propped up on an elbow. "I miss my family and it’s our first Yule as fiancés and we don’t have to deal with fucking NEWTs prep for two whole weeks! And your birthday is coming up!"