Draco was lounging under a tree by the Black Lake, surrounded by his schoolwork but not wanting to do it.

"You look comfortable." A familiar voice said from behind him.

"Oh, yes. The ground just gets so soft in the spring." Draco replied sarcastically. The person who had spoken walked up next to him.

"Scoot." Harry said and Draco moved to the side to make room for Harry to sit. "Why are you out here?" Harry asked once he was settled.

"Sitting. Thinking."

"About..."

"Things I'm not going to tell you."

"But... you're going to tell me anyway because I'm your friend?"

"Hmm, no." Draco replied, chuckling. Ever since after the war, Harry and Draco had been getting along swimmingly. They had a lot in common, and they had somehow formed a friendship. Which Draco was still trying to get used to. Harry huffed and poked Draco in the side. Draco had to stifle a laugh with a cough. Harry gave him a suspicious look.

"Are you ticklish?"

"No, I most certainly am not." Draco defended himself. Harry reached over to him and poked him again. Draco let out a small laugh and grabbed the spot Harry had touched.

"Oh, I think you are." Harry said with a downright sinful smirk.

"Don't you dare." Draco warned, but it was too late. Harry lunged at him and started tickling him up and down his sides. Draco laughed and tried pushed him off, but that didn't stop Harry, as he continued to tickle him. "Stop!" Draco wheezed.

"Nope." Harry replied. Soon they were rolling around on the ground, both trying to get the upper hand. Harry had stopped his assault and they were just wrestling now. They wound up with Harry pinning Draco on the ground with his arms over his head.

"Ha!" Harry said, breathing hard. His face was flushed and his green eyes stared into Draco's gray ones. Harry looked...breathtaking That was the only word Draco could think of at the moment. They lay there looking at each other for a moment.

And then they were kissing. Harry's head dipped down and he pressed his lips against Draco's. Draco just sat there like an idiot for a moment before his brain processed what was happening and he started kissing back. It was perfect. Harry's grip on Draco's arms loosened and Draco slipped out of his grasp. Once free, Draco flipped them so that he was on top. When they broke apart, Draco started giving Harry small, chaste kisses on his swollen lips. Draco couldn't get over how right kissing Harry felt, and Draco wanted to do this for so long but he never thought it would actually happen and now it was happening and Draco couldn't think any longer because Harry just kissed him again and oh Merlin. They stayed there, under that tree, for the rest of the day.

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I sometimes feel like a child when I write stuff like this. But, it's good to embrace your inner five year old every once in a while, am I right? No? Gits. I write serious stuff, too, people. Check out Understand, that's serious one and so is Harry Sees Him, and so is... getting off topic here. Ehh, still not the best at writing kissing scenes, though. Oh well. And Draco and Harry are both really OOC, but it's fanfiction, so I can do whatever I want! I wrote this because I need to get past my writer's block. But review and tell me if you loved it, or tell me if you hated it, because I would really like to know!

Anyway.

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