A/N: Here we go again. Yet another headcanon of mine and a rare pairing. Hope you like this one - it's also my first 5+1 fic. This is probably really obvious as to where it's going... just give it a chance. Reviews are nice too.
Keep in mind: lots of sexual implications and explicit language.
~Five Times Vincent Almost Fell~
~5~
Draco sat across from him in the common room, reading Hogwarts: A History, his legs drawn up to his chest. Vincent loved how smart Draco was, how much he loved learning and teaching. It wasn't something anyone else knew unless they had known the blond since they were young. Vincent was that person. He was glad for that; Draco was his best friend and he'd do anything for him.
They were young, but Vincent already knew that whatever happened, they'd always be there for each other.
"Hey Draco . . . can you explain this to me?" Vincent asked shyly, waiting as Draco tore his eyes from his book and smiled softly at Vincent. He bit his lip, attempting to calm his beating heart and hold back his blush. He looked down at the textbook in his hands. He did not want to think of what his body was telling him about his feelings.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" the blond asked, non-judgemental as always, sitting up straight and scooting a little closer to Vincent, looking at the book in his hands.
"It's um, this here. I don't understand it," he said, handing the book over and pointing to the line. Draco's fingers brushed his own as he passed it over. Vincent pulled his fingers away as though burned, twisting them in his lap.
"This one?" Draco confirmed, and Vincent nodded. Draco started to explain it, making a few gestures as he did so. His eyes lit up and he was so into it.
Vincent was staring, he was sure. His lips quirked into a smile as he watched Draco animatedly talk about the reasoning behind stirring a potion clockwise. He was so happy about explaining it. When Draco was happy, so was Vincent.