Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Warnings: Just general silliness I guess

Author's note: A really silly and short story and I won't tell anything else because I might spoil it

Sometimes Harry Does Something Right

Harry was having some trouble taking care of his… what were their names again? Anyway, Harry was having a lot of trouble taking care of his weird brownish stupid animal and Draco Malfoy wasn't helping either.

Because, of course, his fucking animal thingie had to be extremely well behaved. He was eating like he was supposed to, not running around like mad. He was being fluffly, not bloody crazy like Harry's was.

Hagrid wasn't helping either, he was so busy taking care of Parvati Patil's animal that had gotten injured that he wasn't even paying attention to Harry's demise.

He was so fed up with that animal and Draco's laugh echoing on his ears, and Ron and Hermione acting as if nothing was going on.

He was almost throwing the animal away when it scaped through his fingers and ran off to the forest.

Draco's laugh became louder.

"Potter!" he said, getting closer to Harry. "You can't do anything right, can you?"

He bite his lip like he always did when was insulting Harry, and looked down to Harry's eyes. A flash behind his gray eyes was the thing that made Harry make up his mind.

He got closer to Draco and whispered on his ear:

"Maybe I can."

And then he pulled his face closer and kissed him.

He didn't expect Draco to kiss him back, but that's what he did. He opened his mouth so Harry could feel Draco's warm tongue against his, and he put his hand on Draco's thick hair, as Draco spread his hands on Harry's back and pulled him closer. He could feel Draco's ribs against his own, and he was pulling Draco's face closer, devouring it, feeling the sweet taste of Draco's lips on his. Harry's hands were then holding Draco's chin, he could feel his hard bones under his skin, and Draco's hands were lowering until he tightened his grip on Harry's arse and he moaned over Harry's lips and suddenly he forgot that he was in a Care of Magical Creatures class, he just wanted to ravish Draco Malfoy on the floor and oh God Draco was biting his lower lip and it was so good… Harry slowly licked Draco's upper lip and he could feel his panting breath on his lips, Draco's hands were holding Harry so tightly that their bodies would soon merge in one if he didn't lose his grip. But Harry didn't care, because Draco was sucking his lips all together and now Harry's hands were in Draco's neck and he could feel that Draco's hair was rough against his hands and his lips were so warm and he was doing this amazing thing with his tongue Harry wished he wouldn't ever stop…

"Harry!" said a voice far, far away. Well, maybe not that far. Shit.

It was Ron, and when Harry let go of Draco's face, he could see that Ron's ears were very, very red.

He looked at Draco, who didn't seem to be minding Ron at all. His eyes were fixed into Harry, his lips were swollen and his hair was messy. Harry thought that he might be looking just the same.

"Well." Draco said, letting go of Harry's back at least. "Maybe there is something you can do right, Potter."

And he smirked and left Harry with a really embarrassed best friend, lips swollen and back hurting where Draco was holding him. But well, he thought, did that really matter?