Peppermint and Cherry: a 655-word ficlet
It had to be against school rules, Harry thought, as he sat in the library and stared, or rather, glared across the room. In fact, he was pretty damn sure that you weren't allowed to have candy in the library at all!
Leave it to Malfoy to somehow get away with breaking the rules in broad daylight. (Harry was conveniently forgetting exactly who he was for the moment.) And as a Prefect, at that!
Harry continued to sit and glare, books spread in front of him ignored, watching as Malfoy lazily sucked on a candy cane. He couldn't tear his eyes away, green-eyed stare only growing more intense as the Slytherin continued to swirl his tongue around the sweet. He kept thrusting the length of the thing into his mouth before slowly, tantalizingly pulling it back out, tongue running against the bottom side of it.
Harry clenched his fists.
When the other boy didn't even bother putting the candy cane back into his mouth, instead sticking out his tongue to lick the cane as if it were an ice pop, Harry decided he'd had enough. He stood abruptly, chair screeching back against the floor, and stomped over toward the blonde's table. Draco glanced up with a bored expression, though his eyes glinted mischievously, and sucked slowly on the candy cane once more. Harry clearly got the message. Or at least, he thought he did. Look at how talented I am, Malfoy was obviously boasting, look at what I can do with my tongue that you're NEVER going to get to experience.
Harry's mind might have been just a bit hazy at the moment.
"Alright, Malfoy, I don't know what you're playing at, but you better stop it right now!" the Gryffindor demanded loudly, and was immediately told to shut up by students at the surrounding tables.
"Why, Potter, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Malfoy replied, biting the very tip of the candy cane off. Harry winced, causing the other boy to smirk. Suddenly at a loss for words, he was reduced to staring at Draco's mouth and the sticky redness that lingered there. He continued to stare as Malfoy's pink tongue ran across his bottom lip. Draco tipped his head up slightly. "Did you want a taste?" he asked slyly, cocking an eyebrow.
Harry, to his credit, didn't even blink. He just leaned forward until the two were only centimeters away from each other, breaths warm upon each other's mouth, oblivious to the sudden silence of their classmates around them. Draco's eyes slid half-closed and his lips parted slightly, invitingly, as both boys hovered there for merely a few seconds that somehow seemed to stretch into a lifetime.
"I don't like peppermint," Harry finally whispered, and drew away. He ignored the astonished look on Draco's face and walked purposefully out the library doors, not even stopping to pick up his books. He hadn't even made it to the staircase before he heard footsteps thundering after him.
"Potter!" Malfoy yelled, and Harry turned in confusion because the last thing he'd expected was for Draco Malfoy to come running down the hall after him. Draco slowed as he reached the boy, coming to a halt a few inches away. "Lucky for you it's cherry flavored," was all he managed to say, before he leaned forward and captured Harry's lips in a sticky and highly unromantic kiss.
Of course, with Harry's past experience, he had no way of knowing whether it was unromantic or an award-winning nominee. All he was able to register was that highly skilled tongue intertwining with his own in a kiss that, while it ended with a loud smacking sound, had left him in a breathless state; knees shaking, eyes dilated, and an aftertaste in his mouth that left him craving for more and more and more.
Which was funny, actually, because he wasn't really a fan of cherry either.
Ha, so there ya go. Yay for holiday random-ness!
-Maxine