Draco's first time hadn't been with a girl.
He would say that to please Pansy and to avoid any possible twitched nose - but the truth was, the first time he had locked lips (and more) with someone, it definitely wasn't with Pansy Parkinson nor Daphne Greengrass and much less Millicent Bulstrode. It was with Theodore Nott.
Theo's father had allowed him to spend the night at the Malfoy Manor during the summer before Draco's third year, which they expected to be a 'slytherin's boys night', but turn out miserably wrong, because Blaise had to spend the summer with his mother and her fourth husband and both Crabbe and Goyle were travelling with their parents (and if they weren't... let's face it, neither Vincent nor Gregory were exactly the prime examples of fun). It ended up being the two of them, what was very awkward, because Narcissa made sure there was enough food to feed a small country - and Theo had never been the kind to eat too much.
Actually, Theodore was more the kind of guy that like to sit in bed, reading all night long. He looked like a male version of Granger and there was nothing Draco despised more than Granger.
So, obviously, he had to work something out.
"Let's do something", Draco said, sitting in the armchair in the other side of his room. Theo turned to him, with a puzzled look; he put down his book and sat on the bed, dangling his feet a few centimetres above the ground.
"Like what?" he asked. Draco looked at him for a moment, a smile showing in the corner of his lips.
"I have some ideas", he said, getting up. "But you'll have to lose your shirt."
"What? Why?" Theo asked, with a nervous giggle. Draco licked his upper lip, making sure he had closed the door behind him.
"I'll show you why."
