Disclaimer: I realized, while reading the books once again, that J.K. Rowling is an absolute genius. I wish I was as smart as her. But I'm not.
A/N: I have a busy weekend, so I'm trying to update all my stories on Friday. As always, reviews would be very much appreciated.
Chapter 11
Draco stalked down the hallway of Hogwarts, infuriated. Part of his irritation was because people were so prejudice against Slytherin, and not just the people on the good side either. Even Voldemort expected everyone in Slytherin to join him. It was so hard for Slytherin to become someone respected because people never gave them the chance to.
That was part of the reason why Draco was angry. The major reason was that someone had hit Harry. His beautiful face was marred by an already darkening bruise, his nose rapidly swelling, and just looking at him made Draco's anger spike dangerously.
"Draco, wait a second," The Boy Who Was Punched pled. Draco continued on, not even looking back. "Draco, please."
It was the use of please that had Draco slowing and looking back. Harry was trying to keep up, but his glasses were in his hand instead of on his face, as to not further irritate his nose, and Draco could tell he was having some issues with depth perception.
"Sorry," He said, going back and grabbing Harry's arm to guide him. He suppressed an inappropriate action that stemmed from actually touching Harry and guided him forward.
"Did you just apologize?" Harry asked, grinning. Draco glanced at him and became slightly distracted by the sight of those brilliant green eyes unmarred by his glasses.
"Don't get used to it," He warned, looking away and trying to regain his composure. "I was simply apologizing to the world that they had to deal with someone who has such horrible eyesight."
"Git," Harry scowled. They fell silent for a moment and then Harry remembered where they were going. "Do you really have to go and tell Snape?"
"Snape will help you," Draco said confidently. He knew his Godfather had some issues with the Chosen One, but he was not the type of person to turn away a hurting child.
"Or he will bully me until I want to make his face look similar to mine," Harry griped. Draco laughed and turned the corner. "I really don't think that we need to go and tell Snape."
"We do," Draco said, stopping in front of the familiar door to the Potions classroom.
"Can't we just go to Pomfrey's?" Harry tried again.
"You are a Slytherin, you can go to your Head of House," Draco said, though that wasn't the real reason that he wanted Harry to go to Snape. He knew that despite the man's obvious distaste of the boy, he was the one teacher who Draco was certain wouldn't allow that Ravenclaw to go unpunished.
"Please?" Harry pled, catching Draco's arm when he attempted to open the door. The tug resulted in Draco turning around, his back to the door. He looked up and became utterly distracted by the fact that Harry Potter's green eyes were staring intensely at him, that Harry bloody Potter was mere millimeters away from him, Harry Potter's breath blowing across his face.
"Did you eat that Pop?" Harry asked. Draco's brow furrowed.
"What?" He asked, wondering if he was imagining it or if he was getting closer.
"The Dung Pop?" Harry asked.
"What? No, of course not," Draco said, offended. Harry smiled blindingly.
"Brilliant," Harry hissed, before his lips were pressed against Draco's. Draco froze for a moment, stunned that Harry was kissing him, then spurred into action.
It wasn't perfect, as Harry was at an odd angle to make sure he didn't aggravate his face injury and Draco was hesitant to really kiss back and hurt him, but it was still possibly the best thing that had ever happened to Draco. Harry's lips were slightly chapped, probably from being out in the cold at Hogsmeade, but they were warm and soft, and even if they weren't Draco still would have continued kissing him because it was Harry bloody Potter, the boy he had an obsession with since first year, that he had dreamed about since third year.
It may have been an eternity, or only a couple minutes, Draco's mind was too blown to know which, when Harry pulled away, and smiled sheepishly.
"Did you just kiss me so we didn't have to go into Snape's office?" Draco asked, the thought occurring to him only as he said it.
"No!" Harry said. "Well, I mean, I kissed you so we didn't have to go in, but not because of that. I mean, it's what spurred me into action, but that's not why I did it. I did it because I, well, like you."
"I, well, like you too," Draco said, amused as Harry grew more flustered. "But we still have to go and see Snape."
"Why?" Harry whined, leaning forward and pressing hesitant yet effective kisses to Draco's jaw. Draco sucked in a breath and tried to remember his argument, then ditched the earlier one for a new, and much improved, one.
"Imagine how we can kiss once your nose is better," Draco said. Harry pulled back, green eyes regarding him carefully, and then frowned.
"I suppose we can go in then," He said. Draco smiled and pushed open the door.
That meant that there would be more kissing, right?
