This is slash, so now you're warned ;D. Draco/Harry. Besides, this is my first attempt at something like this, so please (pleaseee) let me know what you think of it.
Any time Harry Potter looked at him, Draco would blush and look away.
But not today.
Certainly, he'd feel shy, but he couldn't let it stop him, because today was different.
Draco was going to confess to Potter what he'd been hiding for so long.
Eventually, he'd have to tell Potter anyway, and he'd rather that it was on his terms.
Feeling his knees quiver, the nearly seventeen-year-old blond was nervously walking up the endless stairs leading to a certain tower.
Gryffindor's common room was not a place for a Slytherin; he wasn't even allowed to walk through the portrait hole, but it didn't matter to him.
Harry would have to exit eventually, and when he did, Draco would be there to pull him aside.
It didn't even occur to him that the Mudblood and the Blood Traitor could possibly be with him, it was not allowed to happen.
Just him and Harry, that's how he'd pictured it, not because he didn't like the other two (which he certainly didn't), but because Malfoy showed his feelings to no one… except Potter.
Kids, noticeably from Gryffindor, pushed past him, wondering vaguely why an absently looking Slytherin was standing in front of their portrait hole, but Draco didn't seem to notice them.
Love is such a strong word, isn't it?
Maybe he wouldn't be as surprised if I said 'like'.
No, 'I like you Potter,' didn't have that same dazzling effect to it.
Obviously distracted by the chaos inside of his head, Draco managed to walk straight into another person, who seemed just as far away in his own thoughts, and the blond landed on top of the boy, for a brief second staring at his face.
Potter's beautiful, emerald green eyes were staring straight back at him.
Questions seemed to electrify the air as Harry shot Malfoy one of his wondering glances.
Realising that he was still lying on top of the raven-haired boy, he finally began feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks and tried to get up.
Smiling, Potter grabbed his arm to prevent him from moving.
Then he did something amazing that Draco had (almost) never dreamt would happen; it was simply impossible to comprehend.
Using nothing but his lips, Harry eliminated the distance between them, uniting them in a passionate kiss.
Various things to say, most of them being as stupid as 'Ow!' or 'Wauw!', crossed Draco's mind, but he soon decided that it didn't matter.
Words weren't necessary right now.
X-rated thoughts flooded his brain, washing away the remains of the earlier chaos, but he tried to make them disappear, as he'd rather focus on kissing Harry through the floor.
"You.. I.. That's.." Draco stuttered (and Malfoy's simply didn't stutter, not unless it was an extremely unexpected situation), gasping for air as their lips parted, deciding that he'd have to say something eventually.
"Zip it," Harry replied, in a very little Harry Potterish way, as he took control (also in a not so Harry Potterish way, Draco thought excitedly) and grabbed the young Malfoy's collar, pulling him close enough for their lips to melt together once again.