Title: Harry Potter's Lessons on PDA (Public Display of Affection)
Author: tranquil storm
Warnings: slash, mushiness, and a naughty Harry Potter. Necessary OOC-ness, for the whole point of the fic.
A/N: hehe… this is my first HP slash fic, so if ever you are to review, please be gentle.
Summary: Harry seems to be amusing the public more often with his not-so-hidden affection towards a blonde Slytherin… and for once he is enjoying all the attention. Slash; H/D.
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Monday morning found a very happy Harry Potter in the Great Hall.
The first thing he saw at dawn was his 15-page History of Magic homework shredded to multiple pieces due to his roommate's new pet rat. He tripped twice on his way to the Gryffindor common room. He found out that he forgot to do yet another Transfiguration homework whilst bumping his head on the portrait hole. Transfiguration was his first class of the day. He tripped three more times on his way to the Great Hall, proving that man can be as clumsy as such.
But despite all these, Harry Potter was all smiles.
He didn't even roll his eyes when Hermione and Ron ensued into a snogfest so early in the morning.
Partly because his giddiness could rival that of a blushing schoolgirl's, and the-other-partly because he might be doing the same thing soon.
You see, today was the day after the night he had kissed Draco Malfoy. Today was the day after the night he finally was given the rare opportunity to feel the other boy's lips, which tasted of absolutely everything that could be described as nice. Today was the day after the night that he saw Draco's cheeks redden for the very first time, and shyly whisper that they could give it a chance. Give Harry, the boy who had been fantasizing about the blonde Slytherin for the longest time, a chance.
And today was the day that he was going to get to flaunt his new boyfriend in the face of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A grin rapidly made its way to Harry's face yet again, his mind twirling on a single thought. Draco, Draco, Draco.
If you got it, flaunt it…
Harry suddenly had the urge to find out whoever made that quote and thank him for all he was worth.
But not before he got hold of Draco, who should be here by now.
But isn't.
He picked on his food unconsciously, eyes trained on the doors that Slytherins go through every morning.
10 seconds later, Harry Potter switched from giddy to anxious. Draco still wasn't here. Unwelcome thoughts entered his brain and his smile dissipated slightly. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he didn't want to see Harry today, thought of last night as a bad, bad dream. Maybe he decided to fly to Taiwan in order to escape--
Then the doors swung open and in came the sole purpose of Harry's life at that moment.
It took a grand total of 1.5 more seconds for Harry's heart to leap out of control in his chest. His excitement could have killed him right there, could have left him dead on the Great Hall, a huge grin on his face despite a halted pulse, but his emotions decided to tone down themselves for his sake. The Boy-Who-Lived can't possibly die in such a corny way. He's Harry Potter, and when he dies it should be a grand death. If his life ended here, he would then be named Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Live-Then-Died-Because-He-Was-Just-Too-Damn-Excited-To-See-His-Gorgeous-Boyfriend-Oh-Didn't-Anyone-Tell-You-That-He's-Bi.
Instead he jumped out of his seat and let an unadulterated smile invade his face. Draco spotted his figure and even from three tables away, Harry could make out rose-tinted cheeks.
Harry really didn't care if the Gryffindors were wondering why he was practically skipping towards his 'archenemy', with a big happy smile.
Draco just waited on the other end, wondering what fate had in store for him when Harry finally reached his location.
"Hey" the smiling boy greeted.
"Er.. Hi. " said Draco intelligently, then bit his lip in embarrassment. A Malfoy is never at loss for words, meaning a Malfoy must not ever say 'er'. But then again, a Malfoy is said to never blush either. And he seemed to be defying both facts at the same time.
His blood vessels are working on overload, and his throat seemed to have something stuck in it.
Before he could ponder on what that something was, his face was suddenly inches from Harry's highly delighted one. It seems that in one swift motion, Harry had gotten hold on his arse and was using it for his own selfish benefits. It wasn't much of a surprise when almost everyone took large intakes of breath at this gesture. It should have been a real shock, because even Ron and Hermione stopped their little game of tonsil hockey.
"Potter-"
"Harry", the owner of the name corrected.
Draco sighed and continued on. "Harry, I would deeply appreciate it if you put your hands back where they belong"
"They are where they belong" Harry's smile remained plastered on his face, his hands not leaving their post, and his green eyes twinkling with… mischief?
Draco smirked. "I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be noble. I didn't know perversion was one of your traits as well."
"We're not perverted. Well, not usually. It's your fault I became like this anyway." Harry's face was getting closer and closer by the second.
"And just how did it become my fault that your mind is as filthy as an old dumpster?" Draco retorted, willing all anatomical forces to stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks again at the decreasing distance between he and Harry.
His efforts came to no avail, because when Harry's lips claimed his, all anatomical forces thought it best that his cheeks give way to all the redness his body could offer. They seemed to be controlling his arms as well, because wrapping them around Harry's neck surely could not have been Draco's doing.
When Harry pulled away, mainly due to the known fact that oxygen is a much-needed factor in life, he whispered finally, "Because, Draco, your sexiness is polluting."
The blonde didn't even mind the absolute lameness of the pick-up line because Harry dominated his mouth once again, not caring at all when the Great Hall exploded with laughter, cheers, random hoots, and other sounds that were undistinguishable amidst the high percent of amusement.
And that was Harry Potter's first lesson on PDA.
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