Drarry Oneshots 2

Kiss

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: Harry and Draco are forced to kiss over and over again, because that's just what happens to two arch-enemies around Christmas.

Author: heyitsamorette (AmoretteHD) (on ao3)

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Harry sat across from Ron at the Gryffindor table enjoying a nice ham and cheese sandwich when three dense textbooks slammed onto the table and rattled everything within reach. A piece of ham fell out of his sandwich and his pumpkin juice sloshed onto his plate, soaking his chips.

"Hermione!" Ron said, dragging his plate aside in protection. "Watch where you put those things! We're trying to eat here."

Hermione plopped down on the bench beside him in a whirlwind of hair and robes. "She's trying to take over! Well, I will not have it, I will not."

Ron looked at Harry dubiously. It was time to decide if they were going to ask what she was on about and risk getting sucked into her new planning committee business, or if they were just going to be quiet and hope it went away. If they asked, she would no doubt distract them from finishing their lunch, and Harry was hungry—though his chips were ruined now. Ron was probably hungry too. They should just nod companionably and try to finish their lunch before the next class. But even if they didn't ask, she would tell them anyway and just be miffed they weren't paying attention. And then possibly not help them with that Potions essay later.

Harry cleared his throat. "Who's taking over what, Hermione?"

"Pansy bloody Parkinson."

"Parkinson?"He was surprised to hear her name crop up. "What has she done?" Even though she and a handful of other Slytherins had returned to Hogwarts this year, their little group had remained noticeably muted thus far.

"McGonagall's made her my co-chair."

"Co-chair of what?" Ron asked.

Hermione gave an exasperated sigh. "Only the thing I've been talking about since school started." She looked between the two of them, her scowl increasing with every passing second they weren't showing awareness. "The C.O.C! Really, do I have to remind you every time?"

Ron bit his lip and glanced at Harry. He was probably too scared of pissing Hermione off at this delicate stage in their relationship, so it was really up to Harry.

"Oh," he said, keeping his voice as even as possible, "why didn't you just say you were talking about cock?"

" It's NOT cock !" Then Hermione realized she had yelled 'cock' in the Great Hall and her face went bright red for a moment before she continued in a quieter tone when no one seemed to be paying her any mind. "It's C O bloody C. There isn't even a K in that..." She rolled her eyes. "You two are so immature, how do you still find that funny?"

"Sorry, you're right, what it is again?" Harry grinned at Ron, whose shoulders were shaking as he bit his lip with barely controlled laughter.

"For the last time, it's the Committee for the Organization of Cheer."

"Oh, right," Harry said.

"Why won't either of you take it seriously? We need to do everything we can to add more cheer around here, especially for the holidays. Don't you realize how much everyone needs this? Do you think inter-house unity is a joke?"

"Absolutely not," Harry said. "It's a very noble cause. I can't wait to go grab a pint with some Slytherins next time we're in Hogsmeade."

"And I can certainly see the need for a planning committee," Ron added, nodding.