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A/N: Just a plot bunny which attacked me on the train when I was on my way home. I also want to add that English is not my first language, I'd be glad if you could point out eventual mistakes.
A sweet, fluffy, meaningless one-shot. Contains Slash HP/DM. If you don't like it, leave.
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Unexpected
Harry was lying in the grass, his face up to the sky, looking at the clouds, when he suddenly noticed somebody standing behind him. Even without seeing them he knew who it was. He closed his eyes, not revealing that he had noticed the other boy standing behind him. Harry was in no mood to talk to anyone, that's why he had gone down to the lake. He wanted to be alone and think. Exactly about the person standing behind him. The one person who managed to complicate his already twisted life even more.
'I'll act as if I hadn't noticed him. He'll probably go away again.', he thought. He listened to the birds and to the rustle of the trees in the nearby forest, when he felt an almost ethereal touch on his cheek. Soft, cool fingers caressing him so lightly that in the beginning he thought that he had only imagined them. Still he refused to to opened his eyes.
'He's just playing with me. I saw the look in his eyes when I sent him that note. If only I had kept my mouth shut. If only I hadn't been stupid enough to think that anything had changed. If only I hadn't chosen him, of all people!, to fall in love with! What drove me, anyway?!'
The fingers were still there, and finally Harry decided to open his eyes – to look directly in the grey orbs of Draco Malfoy. There was nothing of his usual smirk on his face, only a calm but yet sad look. Draco took his hand off Harry's cheek and took his hand in one hand. The other hand started stroking the thin scars on Harry's inner wrist. The black haired boy closed his eyes reluctantly. He knew what would be coming next. The obligatory 'Why did you do that?' - as if he was able to explain... He was waiting for Draco's voice, shielding himself from all the words the blonde would possibly say to him.
They didn't come. There were no words, just the sudden warmth of the other boy's lips on his own. And all the words, questions, and troubles were gone.
~*~ The End ~*~