Harry never thought much of the kiss cam. Though sometimes a tad distracting, it never really crossed his mind. Sometimes if he was lucky, it would distract the opposing seeker long enough for him to swoop in and snatch the Snitch. He considered it an ally of sorts.
It was a recent development, some Hufflepuff's idea. Something to keep the crowd entertained if the game fell a little slow. Rules were simple, it would find the two people in the stadium with the most chemistry, and display their faces in cheesy, heart shaped frames for all to see. The two would then feel a deep desire to swap spit, but the enchantment didn't force them. Love was love to the kiss cam, it didn't discriminate, it didn't judge, it didn't force. But the same could not be said for the rest of Hogwarts.
Regardless if the two chose to kiss or not, it would be the new hot gossip for the next three to five business days.
No, it wasn't important to Harry. He was quite certain he didn't have much chemistry with anyone, at this point. And the kiss cam would never pick a player anyway.
Would it?
Harry dashed around the court, a white knuckled grip on his firebolt. Where was that bloody snitch?
Malfoy was close in pursuit, much to his annoyance. The git was always on his tail, certain that Harry had eyes on their target.
Maybe if you'd actually look around for yourself, we'd find it quicker.
The wind was strong. Harry didn't here the telltale chirps of the kiss cam.
He didn't hear the crowd gasp.
He didn't notice when Draco nearly fell off his broom in shock.
But the sudden, intrusive urge to kiss Draco Malfoy was impossible to ignore.
Harry whirled around. Malfoy was still behind him, but he'd gone deep crimson. He had the decency to look panicked. His eyes flickered to Harry's lips. His flush deepened.
Harry balked. He didn't need to look at the giant screen to know what had happened.
You've got to be bloody kidding me.
Both boys froze in mid air, hovering just feet apart.
Somewhere in the crowd, a chant rose out. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
The damn spell is defective, Harry decided. There's no way I have chemistry with Malfoy.
He went over his options. He could fly off and find the Snitch, pretend this never happened and deal with being called a coward. Or he could kiss that bloody git and and deal with the rumors.
He couldn't win either way, could he?
But let it never be said Harry Potter was a coward. Sighing he slid up to Malfoy, the boy somehow unrecognizable without his typical smirk. He looked bewildered.
"Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
Malfoy's eyes grew wide. "What're you doing, Potter?"
Harry grimaced. "Giving the people what they want."
And with that, Harry grabbed the back of his head and slammed their lips together.
Malfoy's lips were dry and chapped, and open with surprise. He tasted of sweat and faint peppermint. Instinctively, their lips moved together. The crowd shrieked.
And suddenly, Harry understood why the kiss cam had chosen them. Suddenly, he wished he had ignored it.
Because now he knew exactly what he wanted. And now, he'd never be able to have it again.
They pulled back after that brief moment. Draco a look on his face that Harry couldn't recognize. It vanished quickly and was replaced by a sneer. "You are so dead."
He zoomed off.
Harry took to the skies again, sending a pointed glare at the giant screen, which had moved onto another couple.
And in that moment, Harry decided he hated the kiss cam.