Draco Malfoy left his bed in time to make it to his last class of the day. History of Magic, nothing too treacherously mind bending – nothing too difficult to comprehend – was being muttered from the ghost professor's drawwwing mouth.
Draco spent most of the hour daydreaming in a corner, scribbling a familiar name over and over on a small piece of yellow parchment with the tip of his green feather quill.
He wasn't paying much mind to his surroundings; he caught a few of Professor Binns's words, "war.. trolls that were twice the size of houses.. the trees would catch fire.. and in the towns there was talk of.. " but the lecture was just buzzing in Draco's ears for the most part. So oblivious was he that he didn't notice Pansy Parkinson come up behind him at the conclusion of class until it was too late.
" .. Pott..e-er?"
Draco quickly flipped the parchment over face down on his desk in reflex, but the damage was already done. His cheeks flushed soft pink.
"Having troubles with your words Pansy? Need some help reading?"
"I can read fine." She said it excessively defensive. "I just couldn't believe that it said that is all."
"Well.."
"Is something going on with you and Potter, Draco? Lately you've been behaving really oddly around him."
She couldn't have noticed, he was hardly around the pug nosed girl these days. But apparently she had noticed. Draco realized then how much time Pansy probably spend paying attention to him while he wasn't even aware of her presence. While he was paying attention to someone else..
"So what if there is? Jealous Pans?"
Pansy nodded to herself but Draco didn't notice.
"Look, everyone is gone." He said this getting up from his seat, collecting his books. "Just keep out of my business, got it? It doesn't concern you."
She stood there, continuing to nod, and watching his retreating form as he exited the classroom.
Harry ran into Draco in the corridors. Not in the literal cliché way that usually happens in these situations, but in the figurative way meaning they were in the same place at the same time, and noticed each other. The collision came later.
Harry looked behind him and met Draco's gave as the blonde haired boy was crossing the small hall place behind him in order to step in stride with Harry.
"Hullo."
Draco had no verbal response. Instead his put his arm rather forcefully around Harry's shoulders and steered him into a tapestry that hung from the wall, and through, into a secret passageway. Harry had known it was there because of the Marauders Map, but how had Draco? Harry realized then that this boy was probably more complex than he was given credit for.
Draco pushed his tall frame against Harry's sturdy body. The space was small and dark and considerably warm in comparison to the castle's main parts with its winter's wind shook windows, and poor ventilation. Magic did nothing against the elements.
"Hi." He finally responded.
His hands were resting on the wall behind Harry's head, one on either side of Harry, sort of holding him there in place. It was simple for Draco to go in for the kiss.
Their eyes met and they kissed with a now somewhat familiar passion. Deep, fast kisses that usual led to more than kisses, and quickly. Draco's hands moved down and met Harry's sides, taking grip. He worked his hands slowly downward. No complaint came from Harry.
Harry was busy kissing Draco with more intensity than he knew he could muster.
He had been longing for this kiss again - aching for it - ever since he had woken up by the lake. It was a feeling unfamiliar to Harry, surprising, and the fulfilling of it's want was a pleasure that made Harry eager for more. For so much more.
Eventually Draco broke loose.
"We need to have that talk."
"Whaaa..?" Harry was in a happy little daze.
"Meet me in the Room of Requirements tonight, whenever you fancy. I'll be there for hours." And with that he exited the small concealed passageway. Harry learned hard into the wall and slid down to the floor, let out a deep breath. The tapestries swooshed against the floor before falling into place a ceasing movement.
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