"Malfoy – a word, please."
Harry is surprised his voice is as clear and assertive as it is; he might be able to pull this off. Nonetheless, he fingers the tip of his wand warily as Malfoy turns to stare.
"Wee Potty wishes to speak to me? How…degrading."
"I need to speak to you privately."
"Do you take me for a fool, Potter?"
"If you insist."
Harry lunges forward – too agile for either Crabbe or Goyle to react – seizes Malfoy by his collar, and kisses him roughly.
Upon sprinting down the empty corridor, Harry realizes that Malfoy was kissing him back.
