"Potter!" I rolled my eyes and turned around, looking into the eyes of my long time enemy, Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want?"
"We need to talk." I was momentarily thrown off by the look in his eyes. Was that..fear?
"You have three seconds, Malfoy."
He looked around anxiously. "Not here," he murmured.
I rolled my eyes at how dramatic he was being. However, I couldn't help but to be intrigued, so I followed him into an empty classroom and watched as he took out his wand and locked the door.
"Okay, Malfoy. Give it up. What'd you drag me here for?"
"Give me your wand."
"What? No."
"Then at least set it on the desk behind you. Please, Harry?"
I literally did a double take. His use of my first name really threw me off, so I pulled my wand out and set it on the desk behind me.
"Okay, Mal-Draco.." I said, the name feeling oddly good on my tongue. "What do you want?"
"I have to tell you something."
"Then get along with it an-"
"Just don't talk. Let me get this out." He cut me off and stared at me earnestly before doing something I never thought he would do. He cut the distance between us and pressed his lips against mine,kissing me with earnest.
For the first time in six years, I let myself really feel me feelings for Draco. My real feelings, my hidden feelings.. I've secretly wanted this since the day he offered me his hand in friendship and I denied it. I'd always regretted that. Now, maybe this was my chance to redeem myself. Until I remembered...
"Your father..?" I let the question hang, knowing he would understand.
"He won't be hearing about this," he said playfully, pulling me back to him and crashing his lips onto mine more.