In all honesty, it had, on the whole, started out as a pretty normal day. Harry Potter, a sixteen year old wizard half way towards completing his sixth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, had woken up at seven am sharp and proceeded to shower, wash, dress and basically perform his normal daily rituals. Of course, this included the usual morning battle with his stubborn hair, trying to get it to lie flat. And, of course, as usual he failed miserably, and when he left his dormitory his hair was still sporting that 'just shagged' look.
He and Ron had met up with Hermione in the common room, then made their way to the great hall for breakfast. The morning had been pretty much normal; uneventful and rather boring. They had gone to classes, had a quick break, gone to more classes then headed down the great hall for lunch.
And, as usual routine predicted, on the way the trio got into their foreseen fight with the group of sixth year Slytherins. Of course, this fight was mainly between Harry and Draco.
And, as usual, wands had been drawn, curses were fired and threats were made…until, something very unusual happened.
Everyone who had been watching deemed it to be possibly the strangest thing to happen all year. Many thought they had been hallucinating, or perhaps the two unfortunate teenagers had been hit with a curse of some sort, or were perhaps drugged.
Yes, that was it. There was no way in hell the two would commit the crimes they did willingly.
The event was, in its simplest form, a kiss.
One minute the two had the other and wand point, hissing violent threats as they glared each other down. And then, quite suddenly, a wave of very unusual – something or other – hit the castle, and the wands clattered to the sound. The on-lookers watched their descent with mild interest, and when their eyes returned to the pair they found the two teenagers in a tight lip-lock, Draco holding Harry's face in a way which could only be described as gentle and caring, and Harry letting one hand roam freely over the blonde's body whilst the other remained on the back of the teenager's head to stop him pulling away.
And of course, Hermione Granger – sixth year Gryffindor female and smartest girl in the entire year – respectfully averted her eyes whilst many others either stared in wonder or gagged in disgust.
But then again, she being the smartest and all, had seen it coming.
A/N; no, i don't have a clue where this came from. I was in the middle of writing the next chapter for 'veela genes' when i suddenly had this crazy idea to write something that began with; 'In all honesty, it had, on the whole, started out as a pretty normal day.'