This is a wonderful ship and is one of my OTPs.
Disclaimer: I do not own these two wonderful people.
"Malfoy!" I hear his call before I see him. All the better; I know he's coming. I won't start stuttering like a lovesick twelve-year-old. Malfoy's don't stutter.
I turn and cross my arms; I have to make a good impression. I can't look like I'm madly in love with him. "Hello, Harry."
Shit. Did I really have to call him Harry?
He's staring at me as if I've grown a second head. "Since when do you call me Harry?"
Double shit. Now I have to come up with something believable, and fast.
"The War's over, Voldemort is dead. We no longer have any reason to be enemies, at least not in terms of who we fought for." There. That's good.
I think I see a flicker of hope in his emerald eyes, but it's likely just my imagination.
He runs a hand through his hair. "Sure...Draco. Well. So. Um..." He stops talking and strides towards me, then lets his lips come down hard on mine.
Well, at least one good thing has come out of this visit to London.