Harry never expected something like this to happen. Brushing his shoulder against Draco's as he walked past him and accidentally initiating a fist fight? Any other day this would have happened, except this time...this time Harry didn't know what took place. One minute, he was striding to Snape's class ( studiously ignoring a certain blond haired somebody), mentally cursing him to the depths of Hell, and then the next...he was pressed up against the wall and being kissed ferociously by soft, velvety lips. Instead of pushing the person away, like any normal person would've done (except he was Harry-bloody-Potter), he kissed back just as fiercely.
A few seconds (or was it minutes?) later, after practically eating each other's faces, Harry decided to open his eyes, albeit reluctantly, to see who his attacker was and promptly choked on air. Instead of it being someone he knew had a crush on him, say Dean or Seamus or Ginny, it was his worst enemy. Draco Malfoy stood in front of him, smirking.
"Surprised, Potter?" He asked. The bloody git.
"M-Malfoy?! Why did you do that?" Harry exclaimed.
Instead of answering him, Malfoy walked away, laughing. Harry was very, very, late to class ( he stood there gaping at the spot the that blond had occupied moments before, for a good ten to fifteen minutes).
But...he didn't really care. He was too busy thinking about that mind-blowing kiss. Unexpected indeed.
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, he and Draco belong to J.K. Rowling...yada yada yada.