Just a One-shot that popped into my head while I was listening to my music, so I decided to post it. To anyone whose watching my other story, Darkening the Moonlight, please don't hurt me! I will update, I promise, I'm just on a bit of a writers block with that particular story. Things like this help, really they do. But it may take a while, so please bear with me, I hate keeping you waiting, I really do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any associated characters. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.
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The sun was shining; clouds hung high in the sky, wisps like cotton. It was a beautiful summer morning, peaceful.
This peace was about to be broken.
Students filed unto the grounds from a giant double set of doors, all wearing black robes with different coloured edges. They were magical, pupils at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A group of three broke off from the mass, heading to towards a great lake. Two were male, one female. One male had untidy black hair; the other had bright red hair. The female had bushing brown hair. They were known as the golden trio, Harry Potter, Ron Wesley and Hermione Granger. Together they had spent the last eight years together; studying, learning, fight the Dark Lord. Now they had completed their final year at Hogwarts. Everyone had repeated a year because of the war, meaning the first year was double its normal size.
Now they sat underneath a tree (not the Whomping Willow of course), talking about what they would do after school finished. As they sat talking, another student walked up to them. He had green edgings on his robes, unlike the Golden Trio, who had red.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice tired. He had hoped to not have any more confrontations with the boy since the war, and admittedly, he hadn't. Until now.
"What makes you think I want anything Potter?" Malfoy retorted, and to Harry, something seemed off about his voice. There was no malice in it. The boy stood up, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Because you've come to bother me, and you always want something, even if it's only to bug us about you being superior" Ron and Hermione watched the verbal match with wary eyes as Malfoy stepped forward.
"I'll tell you what I want Harry"
"Harry? Since when do you call me Harry-" Harry's voice was cut off as Malfoy's lips crushed against his own, a kiss fiery and passionate. Ron's mouth dropped open, and Hermione smiled quietly. She was the smartest person at Hogwarts after all, she had seen this coming. Harry tried to pull away, but Malfoy would not let him until they both found they need air. Panting, Harry stared at Malfoy.
"What the hell?" He shouted, and Malfoy smirked, touching Harry's lips with his fingers.
"That is what I wanted Harry Potter. See you on the train!" He turned, walking off, hands in pockets. Harry stared after him, pressing his fingers to his still throbbing lips.