Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This is silly. But it was fun to write. And this is AU—I was too tired to think of something with plot that actually fit in with the books.
"I love you."
Draco frowned at Harry, but that was his only reaction. It wasn't quite as shocking the eight time he had heard it.
"And I think you need to go to the hospital wing, Potter," Draco said, turning his back and walking away.
Harry followed him. "Look, I'm not sick, or cursed, or something. It's a relief to just tell you. To not keep it inside."
"Yeah, well, how do I know it's not a plot to get close to me and then…violently murder me, or something?" Draco asked, waving his hands around to illustrate said violent murder.
Harry looked at him. "I notice you haven't actually said anything about you not being gay, or interested. And I brought mistletoe." He held it out, above their heads. Draco backed away, and Harry's expression grew exasperated. "It's only mistletoe."
"Mistletoe can be dangerous!" Draco pointed out. "It could be…poisoned or something."
"You're not going to eat it, dimwit."
Draco flushed angrily, opening his mouth to retort. Harry stepped closer.
"Better hope I'm not poisoned, then," he murmured, pressing his mouth to the blond's.
Draco's eyes shut, and he kissed back without much reluctance. To be honest with himself, he had been getting a little embarrassed with his pitiful excuses. He wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and decided he'd think up a suitable retort later.
And then he'd keep it to himself. He was done arguing.
