How to Kiss a Wizard

"You know what Potter... I think I'll take that offer," Draco began, walking closer towards me, backing me against the wall.

"Wait, really?" I looked at him suspiciously. This was the boy who had hated me ever since I declined his handshake when we were 11... and now he was agreeing to help me. Something was up.

"Yes Potter. Really. You said you'd do anything and anything means everything doesn't it?" I wanted to interrupt him there, I didn't mean everything, I opened my mouth to disagree but he carried on talking, not giving me a chance to answer.

" I can use it to my advantage in the future. Who knows when I'll need it?" A smirk appeared on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I felt naked under his glance as I looked at anywhere except his face. Regret filled me once again.

Maybe this wasn't the best plan, maybe I could back out now, and maybe I could just-

My thoughts went blank as I felt a pair of soft lips collide with mine.

Harry Potter could be considered good at everything.... except kissing. When he finds himself crushing on Ginny, who better to teach him the arts of kissing than the Draco Malfoy?

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