Disclaimer: Dude, don't you know by now? No one here owns these guys.
Author's Notes: It's not great. But it's a start, I suppose. It's my first ficlet in a while, so there you are. 23 minutes of writing.

Slience is Golden
By Katie of Gryffindor

Draco Malfoy stood stock still. He wanted to ask what in Merlin's name had just happened, but the last few mintues had scared his voice into hiding. That never happens to him. He always had some caustic rebuff ready at the tip of his tongue, especially in this kind of situation. But now? Nothing. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his senses.

But it was quite difficult to regain your composure after your sworn enemy just kissed you.

And it was even more difficult to regain your composure after you enjoyed being kissed by said enemy.

Draco was currently leaning against the cold stone wall, trying to figure out what to do, where to go, how to deal... Something. Unfortunately for him, all Draco had the sense to do was stare at his assailent, one Harry Potter.

Harry was now standing, straddling Draco's legs, one hand on the wall behind Draco, the other just falling away from Draco's neck. On his lips was resting a smile that seemed to be fighting with itself over whether is should be satisfied or scared. It seemed that the scared half of Harry's smile was winning.

Draco's eyes left the feuding smile and traveled up to the glass-covered eyes. All he could see was his own reflection in the thick lenses of Harry's spectacles. That wouldn't do. Draco reached up slowly. His fingers found the cold metal of the frames and he lifted the glasses off Harry's nose.

Now Harry's eyes were completely unshielded from Draco's view. Draco took in a sharp breath as he gazed into the Gryffindor's eyes. They were Draco's favorite color. Exactly.

Something came over Draco in that moment. Later he blamed it on the intensity of the green in Harry's eyes. But in that second, Draco let his instincts take over and he leaned in to return the gift that had been bestowed on him just moments before.

And somehow, everything seemed right.

Being close to Harry. Kissing Harry. Tasting Harry. Loving Harry. It all seemed right.

He didn't really care if he ever got his voice back now.

~*~The End~*~