A/N: As a warning to you all I feel I should inform you that I've never written anything but vaguely crack-ish humor other than some angsty/drama-filled drabbles, so romance is a new thing for me. I also have no idea where this is going. I'm just letting this fic write itself.
Warning: slash (I don't know why I'm warning people about this, there's nothing wrong with slash, but here I am doing it anyway)
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"[T]hen I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open." ~Agnes de Mille
The first time he kissed me I punched him so hard he collapsed. The kiss just came out of nowhere. I felt violated. I couldn't think of anything I'd want to do less than kiss Draco bloody Malfoy.
The second time he kissed me I didn't punch him, but I did slap him once I realized what was happening. He wore that handprint shaped bruise on his cheek for days. I would have been proud of that if I wasn't so confused about why I didn't react until the kiss was over. I refused to think about how I had kissed him back briefly. It just didn't happen.
The third time he kissed me I couldn't deny that I kissed back a little, but that didn't mean I liked it. When it was over we just looked at each other before I turned and ran away.
The fourth time he kissed me I held onto him for dear life. I couldn't deny my attraction anymore no matter how much I wanted to. When it was over I didn't run away—I just stared at him like I'd never seen him before. I hadn't ever seen him before—not really. It was a harsh realization, but a necessary one.
The fifth time he kissed me I saw stars. We'd just finished our first date, which was a disaster with our friends interfering and insisting we were crazy, our fans trying to sabotage us every step of the way, and some nasty comments about us doing something immoral by being together. However, it ended perfectly. With me in his arms and his lips on mine I saw stars I'd never known existed. It made all the trouble worth it.
The one-thousand-forty-second time he kissed me I was the happiest man on the face of the earth. We'd just sworn to love each other for eternity in front of our loved ones and we were ready to walk off into the sunset together.
The last time he kissed me I was laying in his arms begging him not to leave me. He said he'd love me until the end of time right before the light left his eyes. It was two weeks after my one-hundred-sixty-seventh birthday and I knew I never wanted to reach my one-hundred-sixty-eighth year.
The first time he kissed me I didn't know it, but I was already in love and on my way to a long life full of love and happiness. Being here without him now—knowing true sadness for the first time in a long time—I know I wouldn't change a thing except maybe realizing what I had in front of me just a little sooner.
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