Harry. Was. Screwed.
And not like oh oops, I forgot my homework for potions. No Harry was screwed because he was falling for someone. And this was not someone he was supposed to fall for. He was falling for Draco fucking Malfoy. Harry had kept this to himself not telling a soul. The only thing he did after he found out was to break up with his long time girlfriend Ginny. He still cared for Ginny but in a more brotherly manner. He had broken up with her for exactly that reason, if he had, had just a small crush on Draco he probably wouldn't have broken it off but this was serious *. Harry thought Draco when he and Ginny kissed, when he fell asleep at night, he had fantasies of holding Draco in his arms, of kissing him. Harry was completely and utterly in love with Draco Malfoy.
Now Harry would never tell a soul, not just about his feelings for Draco but also his bisexuality. Harry had recently learned the word and found that it fit him quite well. He knew Ron and Hermione would accept him but it wasn't that…. The entire wizarding world, Homophobic or not would be obsessing over this for months, because, the golden boy, the chosen one, the boy who lived, was queer.
Harry had been standing pretending to study a painting on the wall while in reality fantasizing about Draco's lips on his when Draco asked if they could talk. Harry said yes and walked with Draco to a bathroom a few feet away, wondering what Draco wanted to talk about. When Draco told him Harry was seized with a strong urge to slam his lips into Draco's but also a paralyzing fear that this was a joke after a minute Draco said "well?" and deciding this was not a joke acted on the urge that was overcoming him. Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco with all his might.
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Draco's lips reacted immediately kissing Harry back with passion. Harry ran one hand through Draco's hair and the other was on the small of his back continuously pulling the boy closer. Draco had his arms around Harry's neck. Harry let his mouth explore Draco's neck and jaw before returning to his mouth. The two boys were lost in each other for what felt like several days but were only minutes. They might have continued the makeout session for that long however if it weren't for the bell.
"Shit!" they both exclaimed.
" Owl me tonight," says Harry snatching up his bag.
"What for?" asked Draco playfully, a boyish grin on his so often straight Malfoy-ish mouth.
"I want to see you again tonight," He said before kissing Draco hard on the mouth and running out the door.
Not so screwed anymore! Harry thought he sprinted to Defence Against The Dark Arts