Herbology was running on and on, boring everyone but Neville and Hermione, who were taking notes furiously on the Fliefy Smidges- or were they Cidered Wedges? Harry didn't even know anymore as he set his quill down and gave up on taking his own notes. Professor Sprout was prattling on about the plant's relationship with pixies now, making the students almost lose their minds.
The plant itself resembled a flytrap. It was burgundy with periwinkle spots, but it's vines were in various hues of yellow. According to Professor Sprout, the colors, and the smell of the plant's burps after eating, attracted various magical creatures, but mainly pixies. The pixies would fly around the plant, absorbing the fumes through their skin, which prolongs their lives. To get more of the fumes, the pixies would sacrifice anything they could get their hands on to the plant. The plants could be found in areas that were dying, or dead, because the pixies would have given them everything.
The dark-haired boy's eyes were drawn across the classroom, settling on the Malfoy boy. Draco was watching his cronies Crabbe and Goyle prepare a bundle of dungbombs that they were planning to chuck at the plant, and the teacher. Anything to keep from being bored, Harry guessed. He didn't really care what the aristocratic boy's friends were doing, he cared about the look of delight in his eyes when he realized something funny would happen. No matter how childish.
Harry found him enamoring, and always had, because Draco was gorgeous, intelligent, and magnetic in the other's eyes. Only Ron knew of his crush, just as only Harry knew that Ron was truly in love with Hermione, no matter how much his two friends argued. Ron was fine with the fact that his friend liked blokes, and had eventually gotten over the fact that his bloke of choice was Draco Malfoy. As long as Harry didn't croon over him too much, or lament the fact that they weren't together, Ron was fine with it.
The red-head elbowed him and whispered, "You're a coward."
"What? Am not," Harry muttered as his gaze remained on the Slytherins.
"Are too. You're the Boy-Who-Lived, the one who's defeated You-Know-Who and his dogs a handful of times now. You're a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake. Yet you still shake at the thought of being shot down by Malfoy."
Harry turned to him and glared. "Shut it," he murmured.
"Cow-ard," Ron whispered in a sing-song voice.
"Fine, fine. I'll do something. But when he's alone so he doesn't have any proof if he decides to tell people."
Ron grinned, "Good, just do it soon. I'm beyond bor-"
The second-youngest Weasley was cut off by a loud bellow of, "Fire in the hole!" The bundle of dungbombs sailed from Goyle's hand and caught amongst the tangle of vines that surrounded the plant. The plant's jaws opened and snapped up the dungbombs, making everyone's jaws drop as they watched the lump travel down the plant's stem to it's base. Another lump, this one containing air, traveled it's way back up, and out, prompting the plant to belch loudly.
Everything was silent for a moment, but that was soon shattered quite literally as a flock of pixies crashed through the greenhouse window. The swarmed around the plant for a minute before pulling and tugging on things, and giving them to the plant.
Professor Sprout pointed to the door and screeched, "Everyone out!" He then pointed at the two perpetrators, "Except you two, you will help me capture the pixies."
Harry and Ron laughed, knowing exactly how hard catching pixies was since their time with Lockhart back in second year. That had been three years ago, yet the memories were still fresh in his mind. He and Ron evacuated, glad to get the hell out of there. They began walking back to the school, but Ron nudged him and nodded to where Draco was walking alone. Everyone else was far ahead of them, making them pretty much alone.
"I'll wait for you at the doors, okay?" Ron jogged away, leaving the two opposing boys.
Harry gulped, took a breath, and turned to walk towards his crush. Draco sneered as he approached, and scoffed as he grabbed the front of his robes. He taunted, "You got a problem, Potter?"
The Boy-Who-Lived planted a kiss on Draco's lips, surprising both of them. What was even more surprising was the fact that Draco returned it. Harry wasn't thinking of that at the time, so when he broke it he simply turned and ran to where Ron was waiting for him.
"I told you I was brave enough," he called as he caught up.
Ron laughed and clapped him on the back as they went on to their next class, letting Harry gush about how amazing it was, for a little bit anyway. Draco was left, completely alone then, to stare at the door where the Gryffindor boys disappeared through, in complete and utter shock. That was completely unexpected in every single way, and he didn't know what to do. After all, it's not every day that you discover you've fallen for Harry Potter.
((So here's my latest attempt at overcoming boredness. I was inspired by a comic I saw of JamesxSeverus that was sort of like this. I don't know where it came from, it's just something I saw. R&R please!))