Title: Harry Potter is a Soppy Git Series

Author: Icicle

Rating: PG-13 for now

Pairings: Harry/Draco (established relationship)

Word count: ~1200

Warnings/contains: H/D established relationship, smitten!Harry, insecure!Harry, Potions Master Draco, Muggle-tech-loving-Draco, humour, fluff, flangst, drunkenness, and snogging

Summary: This will be an ongoing collection of Harry/Draco drabbles and ficlets of various lengths. They will each feature a snapshot into the developing and ever-changing relationship of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The first ficlet features the first time Draco kisses Harry. This series will take place in a Post Deathly Hallows AU where that dreaded epilogue never happens.

Author's Note: All the ficlet and drabbles will be related in this series even if they are written as separate complete scenes that can stand alone. I have been away from writing fic for awhile, but I'm back and hope to update all my old fics as well as work on a few new ones. My new writing goal is to try and write a little bit every day, so I started this series to allow me to write even when I don't want to work on my longer stories. Or when I don't have a lot of time. I hope to update it frequently.

All comments and feedback are welcomed! I'm also more than open to prompt requests for future drabbles. Enjoy!

Harry Potter is a Soppy Git

Part 1: The First Kiss

xoxo

Harry sits at the end of the bar, the back of his chair pressed up against Malfoy's, who is smiling animatedly and talking with his hands, as he always does when he's particularly excited about something. His eyes shine and his mouth moves at what feels like a million miles an hour. Harry can barely keep up as Malfoy rambles on about some Potions assignment he'd given to some unfortunate Fourth Years.

Even so, Harry grins back and tries not think about how strangely comfortable all this feels—sitting with Malfoy, sharing a pint and a plate of chips as if they were old friends, as if they had known each other forever. The warmth building up in his chest is disconcerting. It must be all the drinks.

They've been doing this for 6 months now, meeting every Friday night at the New Hog's Head with a bunch of their friends—an intermixed group of Gryffindors, Slytherins, and even a brave Hufflepuff, or curious Ravenclaw. Tonight is the first time that they are alone though. Everyone else cancelled, except for Pansy, who had ducked out some time after their second drink. They were on round four now.

After Malfoy finishes his Potions story, he reaches for the plate of chips at the same time that Harry does. Their fingers brush together and Harry recoils at Malfoy's touch, the warmth of his knuckles, spreading an almost electric shock up his arm.

"Sorry," he says, hoping Malfoy can't see the redness developing on his cheeks. For once, he's thankful for the darkness of the pub.

If Malfoy is surprised by Harry's reaction, he doesn't show it. Instead, he traps Harry's other hand under his, giving it a slight squeeze. "The chips are all yours. I'm going outside to get some air, Potter." He stands from his chair and turns around to leave but not before sending Harry a heated, almost knowing look.

Is that an invitation? Harry is confused. Malfoy has always been an enigma to him.

During school, he never understood why Malfoy said and did terrible things, and after the war – well – this new Malfoy, is almost more confusing— a Malfoy who teaches Potions and appears to have abandoned all his former pureblood ideology as he pals around with Neville and Hermione when he's not teaching and even chaperones the newly formed Muggle Studies for Witches and Wizards Club— an elective he fought to make mandatory for all Slytherins. The same Malfoy who always brushes up against Harry when he passes by and greets him with the most amazing and luminous smile he has ever seen.

Harry knows he's gay. It's not exactly a well-kept secret, but what about Malfoy? The truth is he's been harbouring a secret crush on his former blond enemy these last few months, but he was certain that's all it was, an innocent, unrequited crush, right?

Could Malfoy actually be gay? Could he fancy him back?

Granted, in all the weeks they've been meeting, not once have they spoken about Malfoy's love life. But Harry knows better than to think that the only Malfoy heir could ever be bent, let alone fancy him. Even if Malfoy has changed, they aren't living in an alternate universe.

But that look, that almost hungry expression that Malfoy wore when he squeezed Harry's hand, disturbed him. He doesn't know if it's because the four pints are affecting his judgment and sense of self-preservation or maybe it's because Harry's always been a bit stupid when it comes to Malfoy, but he decides to follow Malfoy. He needs to know what this is, if he's imagining the chemistry between them or not?

xoxo

Harry finds Malfoy leaning up against a wall outside in the alleyway of the New Hog's Head. One knee is propped up against the wall as he fiddles with his mobile in front of him. His forehead scrunches in concentration and a green scarf is wrapped around his neck. It's a sobering sight, Draco Malfoy, former Slytherin Prince and Death Eater, embracing Muggle technology. Harry knows that Malfoy asked Hermione to familiarise him with Muggle devices, so he could teach his students. But Harry never imagined that Malfoy would actually find Muggle technology so entertaining. This new Malfoy continues to astonish him.

As Harry clears his throat, Malfoy looks up from his phone and greets him with a smile, that same radiant smile that always causes Harry's pulse to race. His hair is windswept, cheeks and nose tinged pink from the cold, and Harry thinks he looks positively adorable. Damn, he has it bad.

"Malfoy, hi," Harry says, trying to keep his voice from sounding breathy, something that happens much too often around Malfoy.

"I'm glad you're here, Potter. I was about to come find you." Draco smiles again, causing Harry to take a deep breath. "Hermione just texted. She says there's some type of emergency in the Slytherin Dungeons. I have to get back."

"Oh." Harry's face falls; he tries his best not to look too upset, but this is not at all what he expected when he followed Malfoy out here. At least he got his answer. Malfoy is definitely not interested in him if he's running off so quickly.

Apparently, Malfoy notices Harry's disappointment. "I had a really good time tonight, Potter."

Harry stares down at the floor, pretending he finds Malfoy's shoes interesting. "So did I." His voice is so soft, he's afraid Malfoy might not have heard him.

"I really am sorry I have to run." Malfoy pauses for a moment and Harry swears he sees his left hand trembling. How odd. "We'll do this again next week, yeah?"

"Right." This time, Harry looks up and meet's Malfoy's gaze; his eyes are shining again, glazed over in what Harry could only describe as lust, but that doesn't make sense.

"Don't look at me like that, Potter. I'm serious." Malfoy removes his leg from the wall and steps closer to Harry. "I always have a good time with you."

Harry gulps, having Malfoy so close makes him light-headed; it's positively dizzying.

"I-I—" Harry doesn't know how to respond. He can't stop staring at Malfoy's silvery eyelashes, which flutter rapidly, his pink, full lips, slightly chapped and windburnt, begging to be kissed.

He continues to stutter, all thoughts jumbled thanks to Malfoy's sexy lips, not that Harry's ever been that articulate. Luckily for him, he doesn't have to say another word.

Malfoy wraps his arms around Harry's neck and pulls him closer, kissing him right on the mouth. Harry is shocked. Draco Malfoy is actually kissing him, those sexy lips pressed against his, devouring both his oxygen and any sanity he had left.

This all feels like a dream, one of the many fantasies he's had over the last few months. Perhaps he's even dreaming now, passed out in alley somewhere from one too many pints. Either way, he doesn't care. All he knows is that he never wants this to stop. He closes his eyes and melts deeper into Malfoy's kiss—Harry's mouth is hungry, breathless, that same light-headed vertigo, threatening to undo him.

When Harry finally opens his eyes, attempting to catch his breath, Malfoy has pulled away. His eyes are wild and his hair sticks up in all directions, almost as if he'd been exposed to static electricity.

"Draco—" Harry finally says, voice hoarse.

Malfoy backs away, his eyes still wild, frantic even. "Potter, I'm sor-sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Harry wants to protest, to tell him he has nothing to be sorry for since Harry has been yearning to do that for months. But before Harry can respond, Malfoy disappears. The idiot Apparated away, leaving Harry more confused than ever.

TBC...

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! All comments are greatly appreciated. Also, if you have any prompt requests for future drabbles leave them in a comment or pm. Have a great week everyone!

Cheers!

~Icicle