Draco was walking up and down a lonely corridor in the middle of the night thinking. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why he'd gotten this little…-okay, maybe not so little, HUGE obsession with The Golden Boy himself, Harry Goddamn Potter. All Draco did during classes was stare at Harry when he wasn't looking, but look away as soon as Harry lifted his head. He could never quite understand the feeling that ran through him every time he caught Harry's eyes looking back at him. He could never stop himself from hiding a smile when he heard Harry laugh. And he couldn't help but giggle to himself whenever Harry smiled. Huh, now he thought about it, he could figure out where this obsession came from. Just the small things like his laugh, his smile or his eyes made Draco happy, and in that moment, he realised he had to do something.

The next night was cold and cloudy. Draco was sure it was going to rain soon, but he stayed outside and looked for Harry. He saw Harry standing alone, leaning on a tree with his left shoulder. He wasn't wearing his jumper but he had his school shirt and tie on, the first three buttons were undone and his tie was loose around his neck. Draco paused for the shortest of moments when he saw Harry. He looked breath-taking. Draco quickly snapped out of it a strode over to Harry.

"Oi scarhead!" Shouted Draco. Great. That was going to get Harry to like him.

Harry turned his head to look at Draco, pushed himself away from the tree and shoved his hands in his pocket.

"What do you want, Draco?"

Draco paused. Did he hear Harry right or was his mind playing tricks on him? Did Harry just call him Draco? Draco didn't speak.

"You gunna say something or can I get back to what I was doing?" Asked Harry, his one shoulder slouching slightly.

That was it. Draco had to do it. It was now or never. The was Harry was looking him was just so…

Draco moved forward fast, his hands either side if Harry's face, pushing him hard against the tree and kissing him.

Harry kissed back for a moment then pushed Draco backwards hard as a crash of thunder echoed through the sky. It started to rain heavily.

Draco took one look at Harry and ran through the pouring rain.

"Draco!"

Harry's voice echoed through the rain, firm and edgy. He didn't want this, to be made a fool of, he didn't want to have to ever face Harry again. He continued running, determined to avoid it at all cost. Harry shouted his name again but Draco ignored it. Sounds of splashing and the next moment, a firm hand touched his shoulders, forcing him to turn.

Draco gave another heavy sigh, glaring at Harry annoyed, angry, humiliated and so very hurt

"What?" he retorted with as much venom as he could contain. Harry visibly flinched, suddenly looking very lost and insecure, his black mop of hair messy and wet, the rain drenching him completely to the bones. Draco's heart clenched all the sudden.

"Just...you kissed me." Harry said quietly, looking down at the ground.

"Yeah?"

"So..." Harry fidgeted. Draco sighed. Gryffindors, honestly.

"And as I recall, you pushed me away. Rather forcefully too." He turned away and set to run away again, away from stupid Gryffindors, stupid feelinngs, stupid Harry. He heard Harry shout wait and the next thing he knew, he was turned around roughly and a pair of wet but so exquisitely blissful lips were on his.