Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I do not own ANYTHING Harry Potter related. 'Tis quite depressing really...
I Didn't Care
He turned and looked at me and, as the last remaining sunlight cast a low, orange glow over everything in sight, I knew what was going to happen. I could have stopped it; could have turned and ran but I didn't. I let him move closer, inch by inch.
That's when I dared to peer into those deep, endless pools of grey. They were like misty crystal balls, drawing me in, hypnotising me. From that moment I knew, I couldn't turn away even if I wanted to. Then it happened. His lips pressed against mine in a soft, almost tender, kiss. I had never experienced anything quite like it. I could feel the fireworks going off inside my head; a warning. I ignored them and listened, instead, to the feeling that rose inside my stomach; the feeling that filled my heart like a million songbirds.
I didn't care that this went against everything I had ever believed in. I didn't care that what I was doing was most definitely wrong. I didn't care that I, Harry James Potter, was kissing Draco Malfoy because, in that one moment, everything fell into place... and it felt so, so right.