Author's Notes: This fic was inspired by The Golden Snitch, Matinee, and other DxH fics. I do not take credit for the wonderful characters that J.K. Rowling created, and I also want to credit that since this fic was inspired by other fics, I may have borrowed a few terms or items, Gommen! I have been writing this off and on for a while for I don't have much time with being a full time college art student and all, but I'll try and update ASAP. Comments and Crits welcome! Mikomi
"Malfoy! What are you doing down here?" "My, aren't we the bright one. What does it look like I'm doing Potter?" Malfoy sneered at Harry, but it held no hate, and that scared Harry. Harry put on his mask, no sense in letting Malfoy see he's changed.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you git." Snarled Harry.
"My, why so angry, I'm just here to eat." Malfoy walked to the fridge and opens it, quickly spotting leftover meats and cheese, fruit, pumpkin juice, and treacle tarts. Too bad he'd missed dinner, this would've been better before it was refrigerated, but oh well. He took everything out and laid it on the big counter in the center of the kitchen and used his wand to warm everything up. Harry turned around and watched Malfoy. His slender hand wrapped gently around his wand, his red lips saying the spells, those pale ice blue eyes looking at him closely. Shit.
"What are you watching so closely Harry?" Malfoy almost purred.
Wait, did Malfoy purr? Bloody hell. He must have imagined it. Harry looked back at Malfoy to find him inches from him. Why was he so close? Harry couldn't move, hell, he couldn't even breathe. Malfoy was inching closer, their noses almost touching. Both stared into each others eyes, hypnotized, they kept inching together. Harry was leaning back against the counter now, his hands on the edge, Malfoy close, his hand on the counter beside Harry. Suddenly Malfoy's hands slipped and his lips met Harry's. At first they were both shocked senseless, but then they closed their eyes and gave into the kiss. It started out gentle, cautious, but soon deepened and became frantic.
I'm kissing Malfoy! What the hell am I doing?? Yet, it feels so nice' Harry melted underneath Malfoy and then the kiss ended when they both needed air. All they could do was look at each other. Harry licked his lips, Draco tasted of pumpkin juice. He must have drank some before he looked at Harry. They both came back to their sense and Draco jumped back horrified. Harry was dumbfounded. Words filtered through the air. They were coming from Harry's walkman that he'd forgotten about.
You chew me up You spit me out Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth You look at me I look at you Neither of us know what to do Harry and Draco stared at each other for a few minutes before Harry picked up his walkman and ran out of the kitchen, back to Gryffindor tower. Draco blinked. What had just happened? Draco stood confused against the counter opposite if where Harry had been standing. Shaking his head, Draco noticed a pile of fabric discarded on the floor beside him. What's this? He picked it up and was amazed at the feeling. It felt almost like water, he looked down and started, dropping the fabric to the ground. His hand was invisible! Slowly Draco picked up the fabric again and threw it around his middle. You couldn't see anything below his waist! When did Harry get this?? Draco grinned and threw the cloak on top of him, making himself completely invisible. This could come in handy. Draco grinned evilly and left the kitchen.
Harry ran as fast as he could back to Gryffindor tower and into his dormitory. It was late so no one was up. He fell onto his bed and smacked his head. Bloody hell, he left his cloak in the kitchen. He was so confused by what had happened that he ran our without thinking. One of the house elves would find it in the morning and return it to him. They all knew by now that it belonged to him. Harry sighed, what the hell had just happened? Draco kissed him! Yet, Harry didn't totally hate it. It was a nice kiss. Harry remembered the taste of pumpkin juice on Draco's lips and the soft yet firm feel behind them. He wouldn't mind doing that again. What was he thinking! Draco was his enemy! He shouldn't think of him that way. Harry couldn't help it though. His head said no but in his heart he felt it was right. Sighing Harry lay on his back and closed his eyes. He wasn't tired but there wasn't anything he could do now, this cloak was in the kitchen and he's get caught for sure if he ventured out now, this late at night. What time WAS it? Harry turned his head and looked at his clock. 11:30pm. Well, might as well try and go to sleep. Harry pulled his curtains closed and laid on his back, trying not to think about the events of the evening.
"Malfoy! What are you doing down here?" "My, aren't we the bright one. What does it look like I'm doing Potter?" Malfoy sneered at Harry, but it held no hate, and that scared Harry. Harry put on his mask, no sense in letting Malfoy see he's changed.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you git." Snarled Harry.
"My, why so angry, I'm just here to eat." Malfoy walked to the fridge and opens it, quickly spotting leftover meats and cheese, fruit, pumpkin juice, and treacle tarts. Too bad he'd missed dinner, this would've been better before it was refrigerated, but oh well. He took everything out and laid it on the big counter in the center of the kitchen and used his wand to warm everything up. Harry turned around and watched Malfoy. His slender hand wrapped gently around his wand, his red lips saying the spells, those pale ice blue eyes looking at him closely. Shit.
"What are you watching so closely Harry?" Malfoy almost purred.
Wait, did Malfoy purr? Bloody hell. He must have imagined it. Harry looked back at Malfoy to find him inches from him. Why was he so close? Harry couldn't move, hell, he couldn't even breathe. Malfoy was inching closer, their noses almost touching. Both stared into each others eyes, hypnotized, they kept inching together. Harry was leaning back against the counter now, his hands on the edge, Malfoy close, his hand on the counter beside Harry. Suddenly Malfoy's hands slipped and his lips met Harry's. At first they were both shocked senseless, but then they closed their eyes and gave into the kiss. It started out gentle, cautious, but soon deepened and became frantic.
I'm kissing Malfoy! What the hell am I doing?? Yet, it feels so nice' Harry melted underneath Malfoy and then the kiss ended when they both needed air. All they could do was look at each other. Harry licked his lips, Draco tasted of pumpkin juice. He must have drank some before he looked at Harry. They both came back to their sense and Draco jumped back horrified. Harry was dumbfounded. Words filtered through the air. They were coming from Harry's walkman that he'd forgotten about.
You chew me up You spit me out Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth You look at me I look at you Neither of us know what to do Harry and Draco stared at each other for a few minutes before Harry picked up his walkman and ran out of the kitchen, back to Gryffindor tower. Draco blinked. What had just happened? Draco stood confused against the counter opposite if where Harry had been standing. Shaking his head, Draco noticed a pile of fabric discarded on the floor beside him. What's this? He picked it up and was amazed at the feeling. It felt almost like water, he looked down and started, dropping the fabric to the ground. His hand was invisible! Slowly Draco picked up the fabric again and threw it around his middle. You couldn't see anything below his waist! When did Harry get this?? Draco grinned and threw the cloak on top of him, making himself completely invisible. This could come in handy. Draco grinned evilly and left the kitchen.
Harry ran as fast as he could back to Gryffindor tower and into his dormitory. It was late so no one was up. He fell onto his bed and smacked his head. Bloody hell, he left his cloak in the kitchen. He was so confused by what had happened that he ran our without thinking. One of the house elves would find it in the morning and return it to him. They all knew by now that it belonged to him. Harry sighed, what the hell had just happened? Draco kissed him! Yet, Harry didn't totally hate it. It was a nice kiss. Harry remembered the taste of pumpkin juice on Draco's lips and the soft yet firm feel behind them. He wouldn't mind doing that again. What was he thinking! Draco was his enemy! He shouldn't think of him that way. Harry couldn't help it though. His head said no but in his heart he felt it was right. Sighing Harry lay on his back and closed his eyes. He wasn't tired but there wasn't anything he could do now, this cloak was in the kitchen and he's get caught for sure if he ventured out now, this late at night. What time WAS it? Harry turned his head and looked at his clock. 11:30pm. Well, might as well try and go to sleep. Harry pulled his curtains closed and laid on his back, trying not to think about the events of the evening.