Title: Kiss
By: Alchemia Dent
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 484
Scenerio: Locked outside their flat that's located right outside of London while it's raining at night. (And you cannot use magic to get in!)
Challenge From: slash_challenge at LiveJournal.com; Posted originally at slash_challenge and my live journal, user name = Alchemia

Draco tugged on the tangled phone cord as he leaned over the kitchen counter, peering through the dirty window. On the sidewalk below, Harry was struggling with several paper grocery bags in the pouring rain. One of them looked ready to break.

"He's back," Draco said into the phone, "Send them over."

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The stormy sky was rapidly darkening as night fell. Draco stepped onto the stoop, letting the door swing shut behind him. Harry glared at him as he sloshed through the puddle covered sidewalk and muddy lawn, picking up the tins that were barely visible by the porch light.

"You could help," he said, cradling as much as he could in his arms and carrying them to the stoop where he piled them in a corner.

"I could," Draco smirked, "But I'd rather watch you crawl around in the rain and mud."

Harry resisted hurling tinned soup at him, and stomped back into the downpour. How did Dumbledore manage to talk him into this? It was difficult enough sitting through classes with him- but to work with him for the entire summer. He shook his head, wishing that Draco's changing sides included a change in personality. Harry gathered up the remaining tins and rushed back to the stoop.

"Open the door," he shouted over a clap of thunder, struggling not to drop the jumble of muddy tins.

Draco grabbed the door handle and pushed, and pulled, and swore, but the door wouldn't open. "Where's your keys?"

Harry shifted the weight of the tins as he tried reaching into his pocket. The cans fell, rolled off the stoop and down the sidewalk. "Fuck," he shouted after them.

Draco looked at him impatiently, holding out his hand for the keys.

"I don't have them," Harry yelled.

"Your wand then?"

Harry pointed to the door, "Its with my keys!"

"You fuck up," Draco sneered.

Harry screamed. "I HATE YOU, MALFOY!"

Draco grinned. And then he laughed.

"What the hell are you laughing about?"

"When you're angry, Potter, you're so damn sexy."

"What?" Harry gasped in disbelief, as Draco grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up against the wall.

"You're sexy," he said, so close, Harry could feel his breath on his face. One of Draco's hands slid down Harry's side, as the other worked its way up the back of his neck and into his hair. Harry swallowed.

"Would you like a Kiss, Potter?"

"Um" Harry's heart was beating frantically. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted at the moment

Something pointed came up against the underside of Harry's chin. "What the -"

"Petrificus Totalus," Draco said, smiling. He stepped off the stoop and walked quickly down the street, enveloped by the pitch-black of the night.

The rain dripped off Harry's hair and down his face. His arms prickled with goose bumps in the freezing darkness. There was the sound of something drawing hoarse, rattling breaths