Disclaimer:
Not mine. Although I think something here belongs to Draco.
Note: For Madam Malfoy, because she wanted an angry snog. :)
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The Place Where Harry Popped His Cherry
By Passo
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"It's
all your fault!"
For the past ten minutes, Harry Potter had felt all sorts of emotions between
calmness and irritation. But now, after hearing Draco Malfoy repeat that phrase
for the hundredth time, he felt himself almost giving way to his anger.
He tried to pretend that he didn't hear anything and stared at the blank space
somewhere beside Draco's ear. I will not lose my temper. He strove to
take shallow breaths. One. Two. Three... He smiled inwardly as he felt
most of his annoyance seep away, and for a moment, he almost forgot that he
wasn't alone.
"If YOU hadn't shown up here like some stupid first year, rattling about
the place with your clumsiness, then I wouldn't have been in THIS
situation!"
Harry sighed. He knew the illusion was too good to last.
His fault? Why... it was Malfoy's doing that landed them in this
predicament. He, Harry, had sneaked into Snape's office, hoping to steal a few
innocent herbs for an innocent little prank, only to find that he wasn't the
only one who had thought of doing it that same night. Draco, thinking he was
alone, had dropped the jar of beetle's eyes in shock when Harry had suddenly
poked him on the back. The glass shattered on the floor, creating a noise that
could surely be heard in Snape's bedroom, which was right below the office. In
their panic, they both squeezed into the only hiding space visible to them,
fought their way in, and locked the closet door-not knowing that it was
magically charmed to stay locked... until someone (probably Snape, that
asshole) would come and release them from their prison.
Harry frowned slightly, wishing he were somewhere else. "Shut up,
Malfoy."
"Hah! So you're talking now. And has the doubtfully brilliant Boy Who
Lived thought of anything useful to actually get us out of here?"
"Malfoy, I'm trying to think." His patience was wearing dangerously
thin. But he could still take it. He would have loved to sock Draco's jaw but
the cramped space of Snape's Potions closet prevented any possibility of that
happening. They were practically squashed together inside the stuffy closet
without any visible means of escape (they had both stupidly left their wands in
their rooms). Harry closed his eyes.
It was no use. He could still see THAT SMIRK!
Draco snorted loudly. "Don't bother, Potter. If I have to depend on your
intelligence then-"
"I. Said. Shut. Up."
Grey eyes narrowed in anger. "If you think that you can just order me
around..."
Harry suddenly stopped hearing the words. In the faint light of the closet, all
he could see was Draco's angry, flushed face, and his lips-forming the hateful
words he knew were directed to him. And in that moment, Harry felt the sudden
urge to destroy Draco-wipe him and his snobby little nose off the face of the
earth... or at least traumatize him with something so vile that he would just
stop existing and leave Harry alone.
And what thing could Draco Malfoy possibly hate in the whole wide world?
The idea was so sudden, and so crazy, that if he had a second to think about
it, Harry knew that he wouldn't have been able to carry it through. But he
didn't have a second; just a flash of an idea that somehow ordered his whole
body to act.
And act he did. For Harry, in a fit of strange fury, lunged onto Draco and
kissed him-hard-on the mouth.
Draco couldn't have known what was coming. For a moment, he had been cursing
Harry and his irksome Gryffindor dumbness. The next moment, he was kissing him.
Or more appropriately, Harry was mashing his lips to pulp with sheer force.
Draco yelped, but the sound disappeared somewhere between Harry's teeth and his
as the dark-haired boy ground his tongue against Draco's.
Draco's head smashed to the wall, rocking the few glass jars that sat
precariously on a wooden shelf. He swung his arm up, supporting the jars
against the wall with his hand. They didn't fall.
But that didn't change the fact that he was STILL kissing Harry Potter.
Then, just as suddenly as it happened, he wasn't.
Harry stared at him, wide-eyed, his breath coming in long, loud, gasps. He
moved away from Draco as much as he could, shocked by his own actions.
Draco tasted something strange and metallic on the tip of his tongue. Blood. He
blinked at Harry. The damned Gryffindor bit him. He actually bit him!
"You bit me!" he accused.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Speak, dammit!
"I... I... I kissed you." He said it like he couldn't really believe
it. He was still wondering at what happened, his own action unable to sink into
his brain fast enough to let him utter an appropriately sarcastic rebuttal.
Draco blinked again. Harry kissed him? He licked his lips. His swollen,
bleeding lips. Yes! He did kiss him!
"Potter..."
"Yes?" Harry asked breathlessly. He was still staring at Draco,
marveling at the way the Slytherin seemed to be taking everything in stride.
Was he even affected? He fucking made him bleed!
"You... you popped my cherry."
He was clear-headed enough to understand that. "I WHAT??!"
"My cherry." Draco pointed to the floor. Harry lifted a foot. Sure
enough, a small sticky mess was lying underneath his left boot. Apparently, he
had stepped on Draco's prize, stolen from Snape's vast collection: one cherry
marinated in dragon's blood.
"Your cherry," Harry echoed blankly.
"Uh, yeah. I dropped it when you kissed me." Draco unexpectedly
blushed. Did he just say kiss? "Those cherries are mighty
rare."
Harry exhaled loudly. For a moment, he thought he had blacked out and done more
than he thought he did.
He looked up, knocking his head lightly on the wooden wall. He'd think about it
later. But for now, there was a more pressing matter at hand.
"I'll get you another one, Malfoy."
END
A/N: Feedback shall be snogged, shagged, and will be sleeping beside the author tonight. Hehe.
