Collide
Disclaimer: All materials belong to J.K. Rowling
The Holiday festivities had begun at Hogwarts, but due to the ever growing threat of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters, very few students had remained to enjoy the green Christmas trees weighing down from the decorations, and the stockings hanging from the stairs, and the tunes of Christmas merriment from the suits of armor.
Like every year, Harry remained at Hogwarts; along with four other Gryffindors, five Hufflepuffs, four Ravenclaws, and twelve Slytherins. The numbers were so small that even the teachers joined them at their small table.
After finishing his breakfast, Harry got up to leave, unaware of gray eyes following him. The body that these eyes belonged to was Draco Malfoy's. He got up to follow him, his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, were to preoccupied with the food to notice he was missing.
Harry was walking to the Gryffindor Common room to write a letter to Ron, who was practically dragged home by his mother, his sister, came along for the ride. What was that tapping noise, was it shoes? Turning around he saw Draco.
"What are you looking at, Potter?" He asked with a sneer, because he didn't know how to speak anyway else.
"I-I-I…nothing……" Upon seeing the blond, he always became tongue tied. There was nothing else to say, at least on his part, so he began to walk away.
Draco wasn't done, he wanted something, but he just didn't know how to ask. For minutes he just stood there, until he couldn't take it anymore. He began to run after him.
Harry was half-way to the common room, but decided he wasn't finished, and began to run back towards the Great Hall.
Draco was breathing a lot harder now, his voice yelling "Potter!" was completely washed out, and his footsteps pounding in his ears. His heart was racing, pounding, fluttering; the green eyes that haunted his dreams were all he could see.
Harry was almost there, he forgot all the things Draco had ever said and done to him and his friends. Running, it didn't have the same effect flying did, but what was at the end made him feel more alive than…..anything.
They hit, collided, clashed. Harry's black fell into Draco blond, green on gray, the breathing of the two boys twisting into one breath, the sweat from the runs mixing.
Silence. They couldn't think of anything to say; Harry was tongue tied, and for the first time in his life, so was Draco.
"M-Merry Christmas, Draco." Harry said
"Merry Christmas, Harry." Draco said, without a sneer, his hawk eyes were now soft.
They kissed. Their hearts racing, pounding, fluttering against one another's.
The End