Throughout his young but eventful life, Harry Potter had battled a dragon, faced Voldemort multiple times, and died, but nothing caught him off guard so much as Draco Malfoy kissing him.
The most surprising thing about it, Harry thought, was that he liked it. Draco, whose lips were unbelievably soft, was just as excellent a kisser as Ginny had been. But the comparisons to Harry's old girlfriend ended there.
After a moment or two, Draco reached up to run his fingers through Harry's hair, which the Gryffindor found fantastically adorable. But before the kiss could get any deeper, Draco pulled away. They both blinked, and, with a stab of sympathy, Harry could see that Draco's eyes were filling with guilt.
"Potter - I…Sorry, I didn't mean to…"
"Don't apologize," Harry whispered, and before he could talk himself out of it, placed a hand on the side of Draco's face to pull him back in.
This time, there was no hesitation on Harry's end, and he let his other hand trail down Draco's chest as he kissed him, coming to rest comfortably on his waist. Draco gave in and tilted his head again, their mouths moving clumsily against each other.
Finally, they broke apart once more, both breathless. Harry's eyes urgently searched Draco's silver ones, trying to gauge his reaction, but the Slytherin looked as dizzy as Harry felt.
"Stay," Harry said quietly but firmly.
Draco sighed, trying to fight back the smile that played across his lips. "If you insist."
A bit woozily, Harry stood up and offered his hand to Draco, who took it and stood as well, then let go under the pretense of brushing the snow off his clothes.
Draco broke the silence, fidgeting with his gloved hands. "Potter…Could you help me carry my trunk back upstairs? It's quite heavy."
"I could charm it to float instead if you'd like."
"Oh. Right, of course." Draco waited for Harry to pick up his wand, and the Gryffindor muttered something, causing the luggage to hover in the air. On the way back upstairs, the trunk bumped the walls more than once, and the pair paused, listening for the telltale sounds of people waking up. Luckily, the house remained silent, and they returned to Draco's room without a hitch.
Harry lowered the trunk onto the floor with a muffled thump. He and Draco glanced at each other at the same time, then quickly looked away again.
"I guess I'll see you at breakfast," Harry said casually, inching towards the door.
"Yes. See you."
"'Bye, then." Harry closed the door carefully behind him, then pressed a disbelieving hand to his forehead. Draco Malfoy had kissed him. And I kissed him back.
Butterflies in his stomach and helium in his head, Harry floated in a daze back to Ron's room, where the youngest Weasley boy was thankfully still asleep. Harry clambered back into bed, but he lay awake for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling until the sounds and smells of cooking drifted up from the kitchen.