DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and all the other characters, Quidditch, Hogwarts and whatnot are not mine. Some Higher Force (known as J.K. Rowling) owns them.
Harry went down to the Great
Hall for breakfast. He woke up later than usual so all of his friends were already
there. He headed for the Gryffindor table, his eyes avoiding the Slytherin table
where Malfoy was sitting. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. The name kept repeating
itself in his thoughts again. The Great Hall was buzzing with the conversations
of the Hogwarts students but Malfoy's name was all he could hear clearly.
Harry sat beside Ron, who was reading a letter his mother gave him through Owl
Post. "Hey Harry," Ron greeted him without looking up.
"Harry, where have you been last night? Breaking the rules again, perhaps?"
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.
"The prefect's at it again," Fred Weasley (or perhaps his twin brother
George, who was with him at that time) said. "I thought Percy's already
graduated, but he just has to leave his heir."
Hermione glared at Fred.
"NoI was justflying around. Practicing for Quidditch,"
Harry answered as he reached for a piece of toast.
"Practicing for Quidditch?" George Weasley's attention deviated from
his food. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I just wanted to fly alone," Harry said apologetically. But he wasn't
alone. He was with Malfoy last night. He groaned inwardly. Then he remembered
againhis wand. His wand was still in the Quidditch pitch.
"Oh, okay," George, who was a Beater (along with his twin brother)
for their Quidditch team, shrugged. "But you should be holding a practice
soon, the match against Ravenclaw is coming up."
"Uh, yeah. I remembered something important. I have to look for something,"
Harry excused himself, standing up.
"But you hardly ate anything, Harry," Hermione tried to stop her friend.
"It's really important."
"D'you need help, Harry?" Ron looked up as he folded back Mrs. Weasley's
letter. His brother Fred grabbed the letter from Ron's hand to read it.
"Er, no need, Ron. Finish your breakfast first and if I don't find what
I need by then, we can look for it together," Harry mumbled as he picked
up his toast so he can eat it on the way to the Quidditch pitch.
Sure, Harry," Ron just shrugged, giving his own toast his full attention.
Harry stared at the wide field
of grass. No wand. He walked for several meters, looking at the ground as he
walked, but there was still no wand. He had been walking around the Quidditch
pitch for about half an hour already.
Harry sat down cross-legged on the grass. Maybe a bit of rest won't hurt. He
had lots of time to look for his wand, anyway. It was a Satuday.
He heard footsteps behind him, but before he could turn around to see who it
was, an arm circled around his neck.
"Looking for this, Potter?" Malfoy's breath tickled the back of his
neck. He held a wand in front of Harry's face. It was Harry's wand. But before
Harry could grab his wand, Malfoy pulled it out of his reach.
"Give that back to me, Malfoy," Harry tried to sound firm, but he
knew Malfoy would never do what Harry said.
"I won't be so impudent if I were you. You should know who's holding a
wand that can hurt you," Malfoy whispered. The back of Harry's ear tingled
because of Malfoy's breath.
"You don't scare me, Malfoy," Harry tried to break free from the Slytherin's
clutch.
Malfoy jerked Harry's head to face him. He leaned closer to Harry, their heads
really close together. "Let's see if this will," Malfoy pressed his
lips against Harry's. Harry squirmed, shaking his head to break away from the
Slytherin.
"You disgusting perverted git!" Harry exclaimed, but he wasn't sure
if he meant it. "Get your hands off me!" Harry shoved his offender
to the ground, grabbed his wand and ran away fast. Was he running away because
he was so revolted, or was he running away because he didn't like what he was
feeling? Confusion, excitement, liberation.
He thought Malfoy would be running after him. But he didn't. Instead-
"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy shouted the disarming spell. Harry's wand escaped
from his hand, and he flew to the air and landed on the Quidditch pitch ground
with a thud.
Malfoy grabbed Harry's wand, which drifted towards him. Then he ran towards
Harry, who still wasn't getting up. He was still lying on the grass, looking
up at the sky lazily. Harry wanted to get up and run away. But he couldn't.
It wasn't just because Malfoy still had his wand. It was something else.
"Potter, get up. You look pitiful," Malfoy mocked, standing over him,
blocking Harry's view of the sky.
"Give me back my wand," Harry said softly, a blank expression in his
face.
"Ordering me around again, eh?" Malfoy put away his own wand then
pointed Harry's wand at its owner.
"My back aches," Harry's voice was once again soft.
"What do you want me to do, carry you to Pomfrey?" Malfoy said, his
voice sardonic.
"Why did you kiss me, Malfoy?" Harry asked, the tone of his voice
not changing, his emerald green eyes not moving. His eyes, which were looking
at the sky before Malfoy stood over him, were now looking at the Slytherin's
gray eyes.
"I'm rather disappointed, Potter. I thought you knew me better. Why do
you think I do the things I do?" Malfoy drew Harry's wand away.
"Because you wanted to," Harry replied flatly.
"No, idiot. Because I hate you." But Malfoy's voice wasn't scornful
and derisive. It was just as soft as Harry's. Malfoy watched Harry's eyes. He
expected the emerald green orbs to show confusion. But they didn't. Maybe Harry
understood what Malfoy said better. The blond-haired boy himself was quite confused
about what he said meant.
"What about you? Why aren't you running away if you're so disgusted by
me kissing you?" Malfoy sat beside Harry, stretching his legs on the green
grass. He lazily twirled Harry's wand with his fingers.
"I'm also rather disappointed, Malfoy. I thought you knew me better. Why
do you think I do the things I do?"
"Because you hate me too?"
There was no response. Harry continued staring up.
"I hate guessing games, Potter." The Slytherin sounded annoyed.
Harry sat up, but he was still looking up at the sky. "Because you have
something I need." He whispered, then looked at Malfoy's gray eyes.
"Oh, your ruddy wand, you mean," Malfoy smirked, throwing the wand
on the grass beside Harry.
Harry didn't say anything. Sometimes silence meant yes, but this time, it meant
otherwise.
The two boys stared at each other for a few moments, then looked at everything
else except each other's eyes for the next half hour. Neither said or did anything,
but they both knew they only wanted to do one thing. But neither had the courage
to, because they both knew whoever does it first only meant he surrenders.
Harry was the first to turn to look at Malfoy, but the dark-haired boy only
stared. The other boy took the initiative to grab Harry by the neck and press
his lips against the dark-haired boy. Harry couldn't breathe so he parted his
lips, but Malfoy wasted no time in thrusting his tongue inside the other boy's
mouth. Harry pulled the Slytherin away, his green eyes bewildered. He had never
kissed anyone before.
Malfoy didn't say anything. He ran a hand to straighten his robes, preparing
to get up and leave. But Harry tugged at Malfoy's robes to stop him. He was
now the first to lean to the other boy to make their lips meet. Harry's lip
parted, and Malfoy's tongue once again invaded his mouth. But this time, Harry
pushed his own tongue inside Malfoy's mouth. They kissed for a few minutes,
their breathing growing faster and faster. They didn't care who might arrive
and discover what they were doing. Other Quidditch players coming to practice,
Madam Hooch or Hagrid the gamekeeper. They just kissed each other, Malfoy's
hand digging through Harry's back, Harry stroking and messing Malfoy's perfect
hair.
A few minutes later, they both ended their kiss. Harry still stared with bewildered
green eyes. Malfoy's smirk returned to the mouth that Harry kissed just seconds
ago. "So this is Saint Potter's first kiss, eh? You didn't have to say
for me to know. You were really lousy at it."
