Draco was inpatiently waiting for the last lesson of the day to end. Even though it was his favourite subject, Potions, he hadn't payed any attention to what Snape had said what-so-ever. His head rested on his left hand while he absently played with his quill with his right. His parchment was empty except from some doodles he'd drawn during the last hour.
It was December. The classrooms were cold and it was snowing outside and what he really wanted to do right now was to write an angry letter to his parents, asking them to let him stay at the Manor alone while they spent christmas in France.
But no, his mother had said, he was too young and too careless to take care of himself and the entire house alone. He sighed loudly and turned to Blaise, who was sat next to him, hoping to start a conversation to make the last minutes of class pass.
But no, his Slytherin classmate was holding this small box-thing he called an "Iphone" hidden under the table, apparently reading and smiling like a loon.
Draco rolled his eyes and sat up straight, stretching his back when Snape's voice filled the classroom once more.
"That would be all for today", he said and students immediately began to pack their things. He motioned for them to sit down and continued a little louder, "And do not forget! The assignment is due to tomorrow, not do tomorrow. All you need to know is on page 394."
Students moved and began to pack their things in a rush again before Snape could have another word. An ink bottle hitting the floor, shattering, was heard over the classroom accompanied by a low "oh, bugger". Blaise seemed to come back to the real world at the sound because he put his box-thing away and quickly stood up, knocking Draco's ink bottle over as well.
"Oh, Bugger", Blaise and Draco said simultaneously, Blaise deffinitely more amused than Draco was.
"Oops, sorry, Dray! Gotta go." He called, not seeming sorry at all, before he dissapeared out of the classroom.
Draco cast a quick scourgify to rid of the mess, angry at having to stay even one minute more than necessary in the cold classroom. On the other end of the room a darkhaired boy was trying to clean up a puddle of ink with a rug. Draco snorted in amusement and cast a cleaning spell for him too. Said darkhaired boy looked up in surprise when the puddle dissapeared before his eyes.
"Thanks, i didn't think of th-", He was saying until he saw who'd helped him. And had Draco known it was Potter who had been trying to clean the floor with a cloth, he wouldn't have helped him, because the sight was too damn funny.
Actually, it was so funny he couldn't stop himself from laughing.
"Really, Potter? A cloth?"
The Gryffindor just glared at him and stuffed his book back into his bag.
"Whatever, Malfoy, lets get out of here."
Draco laughed all the way to the door, where he probably should have payed more attention because he walked into something, fell, and landed on his bum with an indignant "hmpf!".
He could hear Harry bursting into fits of laughter behind him, until the same thing happened to him.
But the funny thing was, nothing was blocking their way.
While Draco tried to push through the open door that seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier, Harry was still sitting on the ground, cursing fluently.
"Let. Me. Through. You nasty little tosser!" Draco shouted at the invisible wall.
He pushed and hit and pressed his entire body to the barrier, but nothing happened.
Beneath him Potter was unusually quiet, then he begain tugging at Draco's sleeve just before he was about to fire his first spell at the wall.
"What?" Draco snapped, but the only respons he got was Harry's finger pointing at something at the ceiling. Harry's finger pointing at a Mistletoe. Draco's mouth fell open in shock and understanding flickered through his features.
"Does it... does it want us to kiss?" Draco squealed, his voice slipping and octave at the end.
"No, no way! I am not kissing you, Malfoy!"
Even though Draco deffinitely didn't want Potter to kiss him, he felt a little bit offended. Draco was the suffering one here, not Harry bloody Potter!
"Why not?" He asked sullenly, crossing his arms over his chest. Potter looked gobsmacked, spluttering indignantly.
"Because... Because it's you! And you're a bloke! And, and ... you're you!"
Draco sniffed, "What ever happened to Gryffindor courage?"
Harry gaped at him for a moment, then answered, "Are you... Are you challenging me?"
"That depends", the blonde shrugged, "Scared, Potter?"
Harry was on his feet faster than should be humanly possible.
"You wish", he said and pressed their lips together in an angry kiss, then stomped away.
The barrier had dissapeared, and apparently that was all they needed to do. An angry press of lips and the problem was solved. Easy as pie.
- HPDM -
The next morning Draco woke up to an odd noice that sounded a lot like a squeal. A fangirl-squeal. But since this was a boys dormitory it couldn't have been a girl, right? He sat up, rubbed his eyes tiredly and drew the curtains to his bed open. In the bed next to his sat Blaise, smiling like a lunatic again.
"Blaise, was that you?"
Blaise looked back at him with the broadest grin known to mankind.
"Me, what, Dracey-poo?"
"Did you just... squeal? Like a girl?"
Blaise chuckled "Maybe, why?", he replied and kept scrolling on his phone. Draco sighed.
"Are you reading that shit again?"
"Maybe", Blaise answered and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Well, please, do keep it down", he muttered and began gathering his clothes to get dressed.
When they got down to the great hall for a late breakfast, Blaise immediately picked up his phone again and started reading.
"What are you reading, anyway?", Draco asked, pouring himself a cup of tea.
"Drarry", Blaise said simply, not looking up from his phone. At Draco's questioning glance he put it back in his pocked with a sigh, "A Christmas tale"
"A christmas tale? Is that what muggles call christmas?", Draco asked, even more confused.
"No", Blaise said and laughed, and Draco gave up on finding out just what the heck "Drarry" meant. He wasn't in the mood to have yet another muggle thing explained to him. He would just have to give up and accept that he'd never understand muggles anyway.
When they finnished eating and got up to go back to the commonroom they found a boy sitting by the entrance, most likely sulking, while other students passed shooting him odd glances. Blaise, too, passed without problems while Draco once again bumped into the invisible wall.
"Oh, what now?", Draco groaned, putting both his hands on the barrier and somehow trying to push through.
"It's the mistletoe. It won't let me pass, either", Potter replied tiredly, getting up from where he was sitting.
"Not again?" Draco whined, but took Harry's face in his hands and leaned down to peck him on the lips. Nothing happened. He turned to go back into the great hall, but found that he couldn't go there either. He was stuck between two invisible walls, this was riddiculous.
Blaise was stainding on the other side of the 'wall', smirking.
"I improved the spell a little bit", he said, looking amused.
"You?" Both Harry and Draco almost shouted.
"Yes, me," he said smiling at them in a way that was meant to look sweet, "Now kiss!", he demanded. It was quiet for a long time. Blaise crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the floor inpatiently.
"We did?", Harry then offered.
"Oh no, that won't do. I wan't to see some boy action!", Blaise said.
In the silence that followed, Draco started thinking. Drarry... when he thought about it, that sounded a lot like-
But it couldn't be, could it?
"Blaise", Draco whispered looking terrified, "Drarry, does that mean..?"
"I knew you'd work it out!", Blaise said exitedly, clapping his hands, "Now kiss!"
"B-but we did, and I- we are still stuck! What do we have to do?" The blonde asked in a panicky voice.
"Oh, come on, Draco! That's how you'd kiss your grandma, i want to see a real kiss", Blaise licked his lips suggestively, and Draco swallowed hard, glancing nervously at Harry who looked just as terrified as he felt.
Draco somehow managed to get back to his ignorant self and said "Well, i don't want to be stuck here all day, what do you say, Potter?"
"For how long do we have to do it?" Harry asked Blaise.
"Long enough", he shrugged.
Both captives looked at eachother nervously, then leant in tentatively until their faces were mere inches apart.
Harry was the one who dared to take the last step, he closed the distance between them and met Draco's soft lips with his own. The kiss started of sweetly, almost... almost lovingly, and Blaise was more than happy on the other side of the wall. Harry carefully nipped at Draco's lower lip, coaxing his mouth open, then ran his tongue along the other boys who didn't seem to bothered about it at all. Draco sighed into the kiss and was surprised with himself that he wasn't feeling disgusted, he actually liked it. Well, if he had to do it, he might as well enjoy it, just a little bit. He let his hands twine into the other boys increadibly soft hair. Harry stiffened just a second, then relaxed and snaked his arms around the blondes waist, pulling him closer-
"Okay, okay, that will do!", Blaise called, "I don't very much fancy having a public errection!"
They broke apart, blushing and without saying another word to eachother, parted ways.
- HPDM -
Draco was quiet all the way to the commonroom until he gave the portrait the password.
"How do muggles know who we are anyway?" He asked.
"The authors? Oh, they're not muggles. Most likely muggleborns or halfbloods since they know how to work a computer, but a lot of us find out about these stories anyway."
"Are there a lot of them?", Draco asked and Blaise nodded, "That's embarrasing..."
"I think it's fun!" Blaise said cheerfully.
The rest of the day passed by quickly. Blaise didn't bother Draco nor Harry with the mistletoe-spell any more that day, Draco's temper probably wouldn't hold, and he didn't want to pick a fight with his best mate. He figured he'd better save some of that Malfoy-temper for the next day, and make that day full of mistletoe-spells.
Authors Note: This story will be two chapters.
I'll probably post the rest next week if everything goes as planned! Keep an eye out for it.
