After the war, Draco found that many people didn't much care for the Malfoy family, not after everything the chosen one had done for the people. In the last battle, Draco felt useless and scared. So it was really surprising to see Neville Longbottom killing the Dark Lords snake Nagini, If Longbottom the cowardly and useless Gryffindor could stand up and fight without a trace of fear then Draco knew without a doubt that he screwed up his life. What was he thinking, following in his father's footsteps? He should have known that his life would end up like his fathers, when Harry Potter sent his father to Azkaban. But like a fool, he believed that what he was doing was for the best, and now he knew that all he did was foolish.

Sitting in the great hall near his family, Draco watched as the only boy that couldn't even remember a single spell, was being admired by half of the people in the bloody school. Longbottom had done more for the war in two days, and then he had his whole time as a death eater. Neville was taller now, had a few scars and his hair was longer, but Draco was glad to see that there was no blood on the other male. Unlike him. He looked down, blood, busies and cuts marred his body. He didn't like pain, but what could he say, he after all deserved what he got.

Feeling ill, he got up and walked out of the great hall, he was stopped for a moment by his mother. Shaking her off softly, he whispered that he needed fresh air. as he made his way down the halls, he didn't notice where he was going. He ended up at a long hallway and before he could walk to a bathroom he turned and found himself face to face with Neville Longbottom.

"Are you okay, Malfoy?" The clumsy boy asked with what Draco presumed was mock concern

he wanted to stare at the tall prat, but to do that, he would have to look up and Malfoy's didn't look up to no one, not even to the bravest person he knew, besides Snape.

"None of your concern, eh, Longbottom. Go back to your fanclub." Draco sneered keeping his eyes fixed on Neville's torso, which was eye level with the platinum blond.

He made to walk away, but he barely took a step before he felt his body stop. He felt a glowing spell overpower his body and the force of it pushed him back to Longbottom.

"Wha..." he asked shocked.

He looked to the other boy, as if wanting to know what he did, what he found was a sour expression and his finger pointing above his head, like that finger would explain everything.

"We can't move, Malfoy..." Neville whispered.

Draco looked up and gasped as he saw mistletoe hanging above their heads.

"How did…Don't tell me, the Weasley twins forgot to take them down? Bloody..." Malfoy felt his face grow hotter.

"Well, to be fair, I don't think they took them down since, their second year, yeah?" Neville laughed.

"Well, I'm not playing their games...I'm going to…"

"To what? They make all their merchandise spell proof. I'm sure one kiss wouldn't kill you, right?"

"Don't you dare!"

Before he could do anything, Longbottom was on him. His lips were soft and light against his own, it wasn't a bad kiss to be sure and before he could protest that the kiss would be enough to break them free, Longbottom deepened the kiss and before he knew it they were kissing and they had somehow made their way to the floor.

He felt hands roaming around his body and before long they pulled apart to find their breaths. Neville's hands still on his face.

"I think that's good enough, you can stop now."

Neville Longbottom smiled. Caressed the slytherin's face and brought his own closer to Draco's.

"If you really wanted to stop, you would have done if after the second kiss. Am I right, Draco?"

"prat!"

He reached the last half of the way to the brown haired boys mouth before smiling into the kiss...