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NB: I think I owe everyone an apology for my imagination and for having the audacity to share it with you poor, oblivious people. Sorry.

NNB: My first non-angst fic. Woot woot!

The Trouble With Teeth.

Although Harry would never, ever admit the shameful fact to anyone (especially Ron) he enjoyed no one's company more than that of Draco Malfoy.

Draco was the one person in the world who didn't treat him differently, whether it was Dumbledore looking out for his Golden Boy, the media chasing their young celebrity or Snape sneering at The-Boy-Who-Forgot-To-Die. When he was with Draco he could be himself, without the fear of being judged.

Yes, Draco was definitely better companionship than anyone else Harry knew, even though he could never quite bring himself to call him a friend. He was also the best competitor he could acquire when it came to Quidditch.

Harry didn't even realise how much he'd come to trust the slightly older boy until the Christmas of their fifth year, and found himself open to ridicule, demonstrating his utter naivety and complete lack of experience by asking a question he'd never had the courage to ask Ron.

Being the only two students currently residing at the school who's guardians openly disregarded them, they were left to their own devices as the teachers (bar Severus, who was spending the festive occasion with Remus) became increasingly tipsy and spent most of their time avoiding a mistletoe-bearing Hagrid. They were so completely engaged in this endeavour that they didn't notice the two teens smuggling bottle after bottle of butterbeer out of the Hall.

Harry was sitting on the settee near the window, watching the snow flickering past the window and disappearing into the dark, remembering the snowball fight he and Draco had earlier when it was falling more heavily and trying to rid himself of the unwelcome feeling he got when Christmas was almost over. Draco, who was sitting on the floor with his back resting against the cushion by Harry's elbow, seemed lost in his own thoughts, and suddenly Harry wanted to bring him back, to keep him to himself while he could.

"People are gonna start arriving back at school in a week. I don't know if I want them to." Draco scrunched his nose in the look of utter disdain solely reserved for Slytherins.

"No, me neither. It just means another few months of avoiding Millicent at all costs. Honestly, one kiss and apparently she has a right to stalk me!" Harry laughed and Draco lazily flicked his hand behind him to slap Harry's arm.

"Draco?"

"Hm?"

"You know when you kiss a girl?" Draco indicated that he was listening with a slight nod. "Well, what do you…I mean…erm..your…" Draco turned around, a look of mixed curiosity and amusement at Harry's embarrassment on his magnificent features.

"Yes?" He rested his chin on his fist and paid him and almost patronising amount of attention.

"What do you do with your teeth?" Harry blushed and became very interested in his hands, but glanced back at Draco to see what reaction he'd received.

"My teeth? Well, if I recall correctly, they don't really do anything."

"Yes, I know that." Harry snapped, his embarrassment and inability to make himself understood making him irritable. "But don't they get in the way?" Draco's eyebrows knit together.

"You know, I've never really thought about it." Before Harry had even noticed Draco move he felt their lips pressed together and Draco's hand on his cheek. His humiliation escalated and he felt apprehension and fear stir in his stomach. However, rather than pull away from Draco, he found himself timidly returning the kiss. He quite enjoyed this type of fear.

It seemed to last mere seconds before Draco pulled away, biting his bottom lip in inquisitiveness and moved his hand to Harry's neck. Harry twitched at the feathery touch of his slender fingers and felt stirrings of disappointment that it was over.

"You're right. Teeth do create somewhat of a hindrance when you think about them." He grinned at Harry with a wickedness which re-invited the welcome feeling of alarm to Harry's confused whirl of emotions. "Let's investigate the drawback, shall we?"