Hi all! This is my second story here, first Harry Potter. It's just a fluffy little thing that wouldn't leave me alone. It must be all the practicing for the Christmas musical at school. Anyway, read and review please! Flames are welcome as long as they are MATURE and HAVE A POINT. Don't send me something that says 'eww u r gay! don't rite about my baby draco like that u frek!!!!!111' Okay, now on to the story!
*...* = emphasis
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Harry loved Hogwarts at Christmas time. There was just something about the decorations and the spirit that put everyone in a better mood. Even the Slytherins seemed friendlier.
He slipped out of bed and crept silently over to the window of the 5th year boys' room. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a pinkish glow over the glittering snow-dusted landscape. Hagrid's hut stood out against the forest looking very much like a gingerbread house. Today was going to be a good day. He could feel it.
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He was wrong. Very wrong. His day had started out fine, but steadily grew worse. His ink spilled, he lost his Potion's essay (earning him a detention and a subtracted 10 points from Gryffindor), and now *this*! It couldn't get *any* worse.
He was stuck under some enchanted mistletoe with *Draco Malfoy* of all people! And he couldn't move until they kissed! One of the Weasly twin's inventions, no doubt. Mental note: kill them later.
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"Potter, I'd sooner kiss a blast-ended skrewt than you." God, what a mess that stupid Potter has gotten us into now! There's no way I'd ever kiss *him*!
"I hope you don't think I actually want to kiss *you*, Malfoy" he said, punctuating with a glare. I pouted slightly even though it was Potter. Who wouldn't want to kiss *me*? I'm the sexiest guy around! Well, besides Potter himself...
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Draco was pouting! Actually *pouting* like a three year old! But, Harry had to admit, he did look rather pretty while doing it. A few strands of silvery hair had escaped from his short pony tail and were hanging in his stormy gray eyes. His full lower lip was stuck out slightly and his arms were crossed. He was leaning casually against the wall behind him and Harry thought about how easy it would be to just lean over and...ACK! Don't think about that!
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Draco could feel Harry's emerald eyes studying him. He looked up.
"What is it Potter?" he snapped. Harry looked at him dazedly.
"Nothing, I was just...thinking." he said, turning away from Draco. They were silent for a moment, then:
"Potter, it's almost time for dinner"
Harry sighed.
"What do you want me to do about that?" he said exasperatedly.
"I don't know! You're the one that got us here in the first place!"
Harry's head snapped up and anger burned in his eyes.
"How is it my fault we're here? I don't like this any more than you do!"
"Well, if we don't get to move soon I'll-UMPH!" Draco was cut off suddenly by Harry's lips against his. Draco responded, kissing him back and laying his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against Draco's.
"You kiss *much* nicer than you talk." Harry said. Draco smirked.
"If I keep getting that reaction, maybe I should annoy you more often."
Harry grinned. Maybe his day wasn't so bad after all.
*...* = emphasis
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry loved Hogwarts at Christmas time. There was just something about the decorations and the spirit that put everyone in a better mood. Even the Slytherins seemed friendlier.
He slipped out of bed and crept silently over to the window of the 5th year boys' room. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a pinkish glow over the glittering snow-dusted landscape. Hagrid's hut stood out against the forest looking very much like a gingerbread house. Today was going to be a good day. He could feel it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was wrong. Very wrong. His day had started out fine, but steadily grew worse. His ink spilled, he lost his Potion's essay (earning him a detention and a subtracted 10 points from Gryffindor), and now *this*! It couldn't get *any* worse.
He was stuck under some enchanted mistletoe with *Draco Malfoy* of all people! And he couldn't move until they kissed! One of the Weasly twin's inventions, no doubt. Mental note: kill them later.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Potter, I'd sooner kiss a blast-ended skrewt than you." God, what a mess that stupid Potter has gotten us into now! There's no way I'd ever kiss *him*!
"I hope you don't think I actually want to kiss *you*, Malfoy" he said, punctuating with a glare. I pouted slightly even though it was Potter. Who wouldn't want to kiss *me*? I'm the sexiest guy around! Well, besides Potter himself...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco was pouting! Actually *pouting* like a three year old! But, Harry had to admit, he did look rather pretty while doing it. A few strands of silvery hair had escaped from his short pony tail and were hanging in his stormy gray eyes. His full lower lip was stuck out slightly and his arms were crossed. He was leaning casually against the wall behind him and Harry thought about how easy it would be to just lean over and...ACK! Don't think about that!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco could feel Harry's emerald eyes studying him. He looked up.
"What is it Potter?" he snapped. Harry looked at him dazedly.
"Nothing, I was just...thinking." he said, turning away from Draco. They were silent for a moment, then:
"Potter, it's almost time for dinner"
Harry sighed.
"What do you want me to do about that?" he said exasperatedly.
"I don't know! You're the one that got us here in the first place!"
Harry's head snapped up and anger burned in his eyes.
"How is it my fault we're here? I don't like this any more than you do!"
"Well, if we don't get to move soon I'll-UMPH!" Draco was cut off suddenly by Harry's lips against his. Draco responded, kissing him back and laying his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against Draco's.
"You kiss *much* nicer than you talk." Harry said. Draco smirked.
"If I keep getting that reaction, maybe I should annoy you more often."
Harry grinned. Maybe his day wasn't so bad after all.
