'Push everything to the back of your mind', harry thought to himself
Harry pulled his sweaty hands through his still untidy, jet-black hair.
'It's now or never' he mumbled to himself
Watching the last few rays of the bright red sunset disappear, he looked across the lake to the willow tree. Last chance, he mumbled more loudly this time The boy sitting under the willow was his mortal enemy.or so he thought for all these years. The boy who caused him so much pain while at Hogwarts...Draco Harry didn't want to kill him He wanted to kiss him. With all his heart. Walking slowly but steadily Harry approached the willow. Everyone part of him was aching to leave. Everything but his lips. "Malfoy." It came out strangled and the only audible part of the word was "mal." For a second Harry thought Draco hadn't heard him, but he noticed that Draco had shifted a bit and his eyes were now searching him lazily. "Can I help you Potter?" he drawled. It didn't seem like Draco had put much of an effort in sounding menacing. "Yeah you can help me alright." Instinctively Draco reached for his wand, but Harry caught his hand and pinned it to the ground. He put his face so close to Draco's that he could smell his cologne, it smelled of peppermint. He could taste the tension between them; it was a beautiful moment. And for the second time at Hogwarts , Draco looked frightened and shocked. Harry grinned and chuckled against Draco's lips, he pressed his lips to Draco's. Draco didn't pull away. Harry let out all the need and pain and wanting out on Draco's lips. Every bitter word, every sneer, it didn't matter anymore. This is what he had been wanting, and he didn't care how selfish he was being. Finally, Draco pulled away from Harry. " Impressive Potter. Impressive." was all Draco said and was gone with a swish of his cloak.
'It's now or never' he mumbled to himself
Watching the last few rays of the bright red sunset disappear, he looked across the lake to the willow tree. Last chance, he mumbled more loudly this time The boy sitting under the willow was his mortal enemy.or so he thought for all these years. The boy who caused him so much pain while at Hogwarts...Draco Harry didn't want to kill him He wanted to kiss him. With all his heart. Walking slowly but steadily Harry approached the willow. Everyone part of him was aching to leave. Everything but his lips. "Malfoy." It came out strangled and the only audible part of the word was "mal." For a second Harry thought Draco hadn't heard him, but he noticed that Draco had shifted a bit and his eyes were now searching him lazily. "Can I help you Potter?" he drawled. It didn't seem like Draco had put much of an effort in sounding menacing. "Yeah you can help me alright." Instinctively Draco reached for his wand, but Harry caught his hand and pinned it to the ground. He put his face so close to Draco's that he could smell his cologne, it smelled of peppermint. He could taste the tension between them; it was a beautiful moment. And for the second time at Hogwarts , Draco looked frightened and shocked. Harry grinned and chuckled against Draco's lips, he pressed his lips to Draco's. Draco didn't pull away. Harry let out all the need and pain and wanting out on Draco's lips. Every bitter word, every sneer, it didn't matter anymore. This is what he had been wanting, and he didn't care how selfish he was being. Finally, Draco pulled away from Harry. " Impressive Potter. Impressive." was all Draco said and was gone with a swish of his cloak.