Disappointment

"Kiss me." Draco said. It wasn't a question.

"No." Said Harry, frowning, as the wand dug deeper into the small of his back. He felt sparks, white hot against his skin.

"That's not what you said last time." His voice was whisper quiet, eerily bouncing off the smooth wall of the deserted corridor. He was successful, Harry was backed up against the wall, there was nowhere for him to go, and he sensed that Harry knew this as his green eyes flickered warily in the torchlight.

It was all very romantic, really.

"Ginny was looking for me for two hours. She--"

Harry's words were cut off with Draco's lips, as soft as they were sharp, but pulled away when he felt the rough graze of Draco's tongue against his own.

"I've got to go." He said shortly, and strode away, his robes following him down the corridor, making an illusion of a walking shadow.

Draco was left with a bitter feeling of disappointment, and whispered a curse to himself.

Oh well. There was always the next night to consider.