The kiss was over as soon as it had started. Harry had been shocked, too shocked to even move before Draco's precious lips were off of his. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the silvery blue ones he had come to love staring back at him, but they weren't there. The bathroom was empty, Draco was gone.
Harry raised his hand to his lips, gingerly brushing his fingertips against them. Fireworks had exploded the minute their lips touched, surprising and scaring both boys. The same electricity they felt whenever their skin met, but magnified millions of times, to the point of losing them both in the heat of the kiss.
The dark haired boy ran a hand through his hair, walking up to the mirror. The kiss had lasted maybe a second, but had completely changed him. His green eyes shone, happiness buried in their depths. His shirt was wrinkled, his swollen lips tugged up at the corners as he thought about Draco. But where was he? Harry looked around their room, but the blond wasn't there. Harry sat on his bed, a thought suddenly striking him.
Draco regretted the kiss.
He didn't want to believe it, but all of the signs were there. How short the kiss was, him boltig straight away. He couldn't believe Draco would do it, but Harry knew Malfoy would. He realised Ron had been right, Malfoy had been playing him the whole time. He had Harry wrapped around his finger, like a pathetic little puppy, following him with wide eyes. Harry couldn't believe he had been so stupid, Malfoy was probably off telling his friends just how dumb the golden boy really is.
He cried. He set his head in his hands and sobbed. He had liked Malfoy, but the worst part was, he still did, probably more than before.
Draco didn't return that night, and Harry fell asleep with tear streaks down his face, a crumpled piece of parchment in his hand. It held the footsteps of every person at Hogwarts, and Malfoy was with Parkinson.
* * *
Pansy Parkinson valued her sleep, almost as much as she valued her Slytherin pride. So when at 11 P.M. she was woken by a furious pounding on her door, she was not happy. Walking over, she swung open the door, glaring at Draco as he stood there, sweaty and disheveled outside her door. He pushed past her, walking over to sit on her bed and pull his legs up to his chest, something he did when he was upset. Pansy rolled her eyes, shutting the door and sitting across from the blond.
"What the hell do you want, Draco?" Draco mumbled something incoherently into his knees, and pansy looked at him in confusion. "Draco I can't bloody hear you speak up." He lifted his chin, setting it on top of his knees, before speaking.
" I kissed Harry." Pansy stated at him with wide eyes. She had known he liked the gryffindor, but had doubted it would be Draco who made the first move.
"And?" She quirked an eyebrow, curious.
"I loved it." Pansy was still confused.
"If it was so amazing then why the fuck are you here instead of with him?"
Draco sighed, "I ran out. He's going to hate me, Pansy! I kissed him!"
"I thought you said it went well?"
"I said I loved it." Draco snapped harshly, before softening. "It only lasted for a second, if that. He wasn't kissing back, so I ran." He confessed, sadness overcoming him. "I ruined everything." He buried his face in his knees, ashamed. Pansy thought for a moment before she spoke.
"How long did you give him to kiss back?"
"I don't know, I ran as soon as I realised he wasn't." He shrugged, face still hidden.
"Draco you daft git. He was probably too surprised to react right away! How would you react if someone you thought was straight and disliked you kissed you! You ran before he got the chance!" Draco looked up, eyes wide.
"You think I-I ran out too quick?" Pansy nodded, and the boy turned into a blank face as he stared into the distance, thinking about what had happened with Harry, the feeling they had shared. Maybe Pansy was right, he was too quick to tell.
"You can crash here tonight. Tomorrow, talk to Potter. I'm sure you won't be disappointed." Pansy said, and Draco thanked her before laying on the small couch in the corner of Pansy's room. He fell asleep thinking of what to say to Harry.
* * *
Harry woke up with swollen eyes and a cracking heart. He was angry, beyond angry. He knew he would find Malfoy sooner or later, and when he did, the blond was gonna get it.
He dressed and headed for breakfast, anger burning in his stomach. He entered the Great Hall, sitting down at his usual place at the Gryffindor table. Hermione and Ron were in some heated discussion, and while Harry was now furious with Malfoy, he was still unhappy that Ron had hit him. Speaking of the blond prat, Draco entered the hall with Pansy, talking about something Harry couldn't tell what. Pansy then said something to Draco, causing him to look up at Harry. He smiled slightly, and Harry's stomach erupted in butterflies, but it quickly turned to jealousy and hate. He sneered at the blond, giving him the most powerful glare he could muster. Draco's smile dropped, and he quickly became distracted with his breakfast, head down. Pansy noticed, and leaned over to him.
"Draco, what's wrong?"
"He sneered at me. I told you he would hate me! I bet he's glaring right now. Pansy, what am I going to do?" He whispered, despair in his voice. Pansy looked over at Gryffindor, but Harry didn't look all too angry. A bit miffed, yes, but the overall emotion on his face was disappointment.
"He looks sad to me." She stated, thinking. "I still think you should talk to him. Even if he is angry about the kiss, it's not like you can avoid him. You still share a room. It's not like you can avoid it." Draco looked up at her with pleading eyes.
"Couldn't I just stay in Slytherin? With you, or Blaise, or even-" He was cut off by a tap on his shoulder, turning around to see Professor Snape glaring at him.
"Malfoy. Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office.....now." The greasy haired man stated before swiftly walking off. Malfoy gulped, looking at Pansy for help. She just shrugged as he got up to leave, walking out of the great hall. He could feel Harry's eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he left, walking to the gold statue that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's chambers, stepping in as the spiral staircase revealed itself and started to move. Once he made it to the top of the steps, he knocked on the wood door, before being granted access.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Please do sit down." Dumbledore gestured to the chair across from his desk, and Draco sat in it nervously. "I presume you know why you are here?" Draco shook his head, playing with his hands in his lap. "Well, Draco, I know that you did not stay in your dorm last night. May I ask why?"
"I'm really not comfortable haring that, Professor." Draco said quietly, still looking at his hands.
"Well, Draco. All actions have consequences." Dumbledore spoke, "So, as of today, you have lost permission to access Slytherin common room. The password has been changed, and the portrait has been informed to not let you in." Draco looked up at Dumbledore, astounded.
"But sir-"
"Unless of course, you would like to tell me why you did not return to your dorm?" Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Well, then I suggest you head back to your dorm to pick up your books, and head to potions." Draco nodded, exiting the old man's office. He walked quietly up to his dorm, upset, but relieved to know Harry would already be at potions. He entered the room, walking over to his bed before opening his trunk, collecting the supplies he needed. They spilled all over the room, however, when he was yanked back, head slamming against the wall as he was held there by the front of his robes. He groaned, realising it was Harry.
"Look, Harry, I'm sorry about yesterd-"
"How long have you been planning this?" Harry growled, glaring at the shocked boy. "How long!"
"'Planning? Planning what? I haven't planned anything, I just came back to get my-"
"You know bloody well what I'm talking about, Malfoy. You kissed me." Draco winced at Harry's harsh words.
"Listen, Harry, I know you don't like me, I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself." It was Harry's turn to be confused.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"What?"
"I said, why are you apologizing. This worked out exactly as you wanted, what do you get through apologizing?" Draco looked at Harry as though he had grown two heads.
"Harry, I assure you. I definitely have wanted to be pressed up against a wall by you, but never has it involved you getting pissed cause I kissed you. Look, I know you don't like me, but I just couldn't resist. I'm sorry." Harry stepped back, letting go of Draco.
"You mean, this wasn't some plan to get me to fall for you?" Draco's heart rate jumped, hearing Harry say that.
"I would love it if you fell for me, Harry." He almost whispered, staring into the surprised eyes of the tan boy, "But I wouldn't want to hurt you." Harry stared at Draco, expression melting from one of confusion to one of pure joy. He ran over, pressing Draco against the wall again, lips crashing onto his. Draco responded eagerly, lips moving in sync as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him closer. Harry licked his bottom lip, but Draco denied entrance, pulling back to look at Harry's confused face. "You like me?" He asked, in a manner that seemed as if he was afraid of the answer. Harry's heart melted, resting his forehead against Draco's, he breathed out a single word.
"Yes."