Title: First Kiss
Author: moonbaby97
Disclaimer: All settings and characters belong to Ms. Rowling, and I'm not making any money off of this.
Warning: This contains boy/boy themes, so don't flame me if you don't like. Actually, go ahead. I don't really care...
First Kiss
Harry was daydreaming. It was their eighth year and he was enjoying just worrying about school for once. Then something that hadn't happened in a year happened- someone was putting their thoughts in his head. /Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 7:30 tonight/ He shook his head, wishing he had been better at Occlumency. Harry rubbed at his scar absent mindedly.
"Hey, mate, you alright?" Ron nudged his arm.
He saw the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces; they thought his scar was bothering him. "Oh, yeah; it's just a habit, Hermione, relax. I'm fine, really," he said. But he was curious.
"Harry, you know you can trust us," Hermione said, still looking concerned.
Harry almost laughed. "Of course I do, there's just nothing to trust you with. Really, I'm okay, it's nothing," he insisted. She didn't look convinced, but she didn't say anything more. They left the Great Hall for their first class, Ron and Harry going the opposite way Hermione did. Their morning classes passed dully, and Harry decided he would meet the mystery person tonight. /What could go really wrong, right?/
At lunch, Harry could tell Hermione was still worried, but still, she didn't say anything. Ron didn't seem to be worried, and he and Harry talked about the Quidditch match they had Thursday. Everything seemed normal, but inside, Harry's head was spinning. He was so curious about tonight. Who would be there? What did they want? Why didn't they just ask him in person? The last question bugged Harry the most. He knew first hand that Occlumency was a skill, and very tricky, temperamental magic. But he was still set on going and finding out.
The rest of the day passed by agonizingly slowly for Harry. He was curious, nervous, and excited, all at the same time. Maybe a little worried. But at 7:15 he grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map. He told Ron and Hermione he was going for a walk, which was not uncommon since after the war. Hermione still seemed a little on edge, but didn't argue.
He slipped out of the Common Room and pulled on the cloak. The tapped his wand to the map, watching as the names started to flood across the paper. He took the long way, watching the entrance to the Room of Requirement, knowing the name would disappear in front of it if someone went in. But nothing happened, no one entered the Room. /Whoever it is is either late or already inside/ he thought, walking up to the wall where he knew the door would appear. Harry took one last look at the map, and tapped it again, waiting for all the names to fade away. He took a deep breath and opened the door as it materialized from the wall. He took another deep breath, putting the map in his pocket, and walked in.
Inside was lit by an elegant ceiling light in the middle of the Room. There was music playing softly, a song Harry didn't recognize. There was an oak coffee table in front of a comfortable looking couch. And on the couch was Draco Malfoy. Harry just stood there a minute, staring.
"You can take off the cloak, I know you're there," Draco said, looking up from a book.
Harry sighed and pulled the cloak off. "What do you want?" he asked cautiously.
"Well hello to you too," Draco replied, motioning for Harry to sit next to him. Harry hesitated before doing so, but complied, hanging the cloak on a coat rack the came out of nowhere. He looked skeptically at the blonde boy next to him. /What could he possibly want?/
Draco and Harry hadn't exactly become friends after the war, but they didn't hate each other anymore either. In fact, Harry had grown rather find of the other boy, seeing the similarities between him and himself. They were both thrown into a war without the option of saying no. They had talked on and off, and Harry had defended Narcissa in her trial, saying she had saved his life when she had told Voldemort he was dead.
Draco put a mark in his book and set it on the table, then turned to look at Harry. He seemed to be trying to say something but couldn't quite get it out. Harry tried to help him. "Did you know I was hopeless at Occlumency, or we're you just guessing?"
Draco smiled, one of those, previously rare, real smiles. "A bit of both, actually."
The two boys saw awkwardly next to each other, neither knowing what to say. Draco still looked like he was trying to come to a conclusion as to how to say something. Harry vaguely thought it would have been a good idea for him to figure this out before he asked to meet him. He would open his mouth, then close it again. Harry was still curious, but becoming a bit impatient.
"What do you want to tell me?" he demanded. Draco looked down and mumbled something unintelligible. "Pardon?" Harry asked.
"I fancy you."
Harry just looked at the boy next to him. "E-excuse me?"
"I fancy you," Draco repeated, looking up to meet Harry's eyes. In those green eyes, Draco could see confusion and shock, then understanding and desire. In Draco's ice blue ones, Harry could see honesty, pain, anxiousness, and hope. "Please say something. I guess I'd understand if you hated me again now, but-"
Draco's words were cut off by Harry's soft lips against his own. It was perfect, sweet and meaningful. Harry's hand found its way into Draco's hair, gently pulling him closer. Draco's hand did the same around Harry's waist. They pulled apart slowly, neither wanting it to end. Both boys were breathing a little harder than normal as they sat there, foreheads touching.
"I didn't know..." Draco whispered.
"That I liked blokes, or that I liked you?" Harry countered.
"Both."
"Yes. To both." Harry pulled away gently to look at Draco. They just stared in each other's eyes, content. Then Draco looked down, a blush rising to his cheeks.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"That was my first real kiss," he whispered tentatively, obviously embarrassed, his voice barely audible.
Harry cupped his hand under Draco's chin, forcing him to look back up into his eyes. "Let me give you your second," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, leaning back into Draco's lips.
The end.
So I wrote this a while ago, but didn't get a chance to put it up. What do you guys think? Reviews are always welcome. :)