Dry Lips
Draco hated Harry.
Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. He always had, since the day Harry refused his friendship. Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World. What a joke. Draco hated his awesome messy hair, beautiful emerald green eyes and well-trained body. He was ridiculously perfect in every single way. Draco hated him for it. Stupid bloody Potter, always trying to be special.
One more thing about Draco, was that he was a perfectionist. Everything had to be perfect and had to be in the right place, or he would go mad.
This day, something was different. Harry Potter's lips was dry. Really dry. It was disturbing Draco terribly! Why couldn't the boy just lick his lips? A thin white layer has covered his under lip, and Draco couldn't fucking stand it!
"Haven't been snogged lately, have you Potter?" Draco said with a smirk on his face when they were alone in a corridor. Harry gave him a confused look.
"Well, I'm not a whore like you Malfoy." Harry said with a sneer.
"Actually, I haven't snogged anyone latley either." Draco said, realising what he just said. Harry gave him a smirk.
"Why did you wonder if I snogged anyone, anyways?"
"I.. You have dry lips." Draco said, blushing. Harry began to laugh at this.
"And why do you care?" Harry laughed.
"I dunno.. you're always so bloody perfect, and then you have dry lips all suddenly!" Draco said, and once again realising what he just said. Harry smiled at him, that beautiful perfect smile. He stepped closer to Draco, and they were only a few inches apart.
"Well, you always look perfect too, Draco. Even when you have dry lips." Harry said.
"Hey! I don't have dry lips! Apart from you I actually lick my lips once in a wh-" He was cut off by a couple of perfect lips against his own. Draco took the chance and licked Harrys dry lips. They deepened the kiss. Just like every other human, they needed air, so they broke apart.
"No more dry lips." Draco said, smiling.
"Not when you're around." Harry said and kissed Draco again.