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Harry was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal, while Draco sat to his left, legs propped up elegantly on the coffee table, reading The Daily Prophet.
Harry was watching Draco's silver eyes scanning the pages, and his blonde hair covering a part of his face. Suddenly, Harry had an idea. Pulling out his wand, Harry transfigured his spoon into a bottle, set it on the coffee table, and spun it.
Draco remained immersed in his paper, until suddenly Harry's arms were wrapped around him from behind and a nearly chaste kiss was on his lips.
"Wha-" Draco looked up from the paper, startled, as Harry moved so that he could sit on the coffee table.
"The bottle landed on you." Harry offered as an explanation.
Draco smiled. "So… what has to land on me for a French kiss?"
Harry chuckled. "A baguette."