Kissing The Enemy
By SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: You know how it goes, I own nothing, nobody gets sued. The Harry Potter series and it's characters do not belong to me, I make no money from fanfiction.
Author's Note: Hope you like it. Sorry it took so long! Thanks for all the nifty reviews! ^_^
In this chapter: Realizations, awkwardness, embarrasment, avoidance, hurt!Draco, pissed-off!Draco, playful!Draco, Aww!How cute!He's so shy!Harry, stupid!Harry, brave!Harry, snogging, and the beginning of some serious controversy. Sorry, no Quidditch yet (which I'm dreading having to write). Oh yeah, and Harry blushes like mad a million times in this chapter. What else is new?
Warning: Some cute scenes ahead. Well, I think they're cute.
Response To Some Reviews:
To Loard Becca: *blushes* Oh, stop it. *waves hand bashfully* You make me blush. 10 points to your house for flattering me. ^_^
To Tora: Oh, where to start? "for your iofrmation draco likes her!!" Don't you mean you? We all know that your so-called "fic" is just some badly written fantasy of yours. And also, there's no better reason to dog someone's fanfic than for it being a piece of crap less than a paragraph long. Piss off, bitch.
To Dyaan: Suggestions taken into account. Hope you like. ^_^
To Mrs. Professor Lupin (again, you wish): Look, I don't like your attitude. Don't tell me what "better be good". I will do what I please with this fic, meaning I can have as much mush and fluff as I bloodly like.
To Alyanah: You read my mind! *hurriedly puts finger to lips* Shh! Don't tell. How'd you know they get caught by Snape soon enough? That chappie is coming up sooner or later. 10 points to your house!
To Snuffles: *blushes at the first part* Well, I do try. ^_^ Great suggestion, I had something like that in mind, but you gave me the beginning of an idea... 10 points to your house!
To Yana5: Yeah, protective!Draco is cute. ^_^
To Aly: Boo hoo, you think my story sucked and is stupid. Oh no, I don't want you to be mad at me, even though I don't even know you and could care less about you. If I'm a sicko because I like Draco/Harry, then I guess so are about 50 percent of true HP fans, such as myself. If anybody's a muggle fiend, it's you, because I doubt an average witch/wizard would be so narrow-minded and would wish for someone she doesn't even know to burn, just becuase she doesn't agree with the ship she wrote about. It's just a fanfic. You don't like the ship, don't read and get over it. Oh no, you'll never "tune in" to any of my stories again. I think I might cry, if by cry I mean laugh hysterically at your idiocy.
To newbie SilentShadow006 (who happens to be one of my best friends): What what! Way to represent the STL, fo sho, dirty! -SilentShadow007 obviously not very good at this slang stuff ~_~
Also, thanks to Jade Dawn (Here's another ^_^), Kiki (Here it is, the next, er, "issue".), Fishnet Fairy (Snog scene? Well, since you asked so nicely and used one of my favorite words, wicked...), Vanyel Ashkevron (You're welcome. ^_^), Dea Puella (very good indeed...), and Self Ignored (Who doesn't love some good ol', old fashioned sap every once in a while? I know I do!).
On with the ficcie!
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Chapter 6
Ever since that incident when he had broken down in front of Draco, Harry had been avoiding the poor boy like the plague. He couldn't believe he had cried in front of Draco Malfoy. Not just quiet crying, but sobbing on his chest crying. Still, he couldn't believe Draco had even let him dampen his robes. He was still shocked that he had admitted he cared for him.
Remembering Draco's heartfelt words made Harry subconsciously blush, and he prodded at his breakfast with his fork. It seemed that no matter what he tried to think about, his thoughts always seemed to find their way back to Draco. Draco and his piercing silver eyes. Draco and his strong arms. Draco and his sexy smirk...
No! He couldn't do this! The first match of the Quiiditch season was tommorow, and if Gryffindor was going to clobber Slytherin, he needed to focus on something other than Draco and his beautiful hair, mesmerizing eyes, kissable lips...
Damn it! This wasn't working! He couldn't concentrate on Quidditch with a vision of beauty glaring daggers at him.
Harry looked up at Draco, and the annoyed look he planned to give him tragically died before it could reach his face. The Slytherin prefect looked passive, but when his eyes met Harry's, his face softened in a hurt look before shirfting back to his emotionless mask and turning away from him.
Harry furrowed his brow in slight confusion. Wasn't it his job to look away first? As soon as he had laid eyes upon Draco, he felt that he couldn't tear his gaze away. Draco had shot him a look that was a mixture of hurt and thoughtfulness that said What-are-you-playing-at? To be truthful, Harrry didn't know. All he knew was that more than anything he wanted to be in his arms again, like he was on that Tuesday when he had skivved off first period classes with Draco (those Slytherins, such bad influences). That was more than a week ago.
He just wanted to be near him so bad, but ever since the next morning when it had sunk in that he had cried on Draco Malfoy's shoulder, he couldn't bring himself to meet the other man's eyes, until a minute ago. But now that he finally had, he wished that he hadn't, because he felt a wave of guilt at avoiding Draco, and a surge of want seeped through every vein in his body. Since he didn't have to serve detention with Snape anymore (Dumbledore had gotten it shortened. A month was ridiculous.), perhaps he could make it up to him, you know, apologize for being such a jerk and avoiding him for more than a week. Maybe he'd forgive-
"Harry? You ok?" Harry heard Hermione's voice and finally looked to his two best friends, nodding. Hermione smiled and continued talking to her boyfriend, Ron, who kept shooting Harry inquisitive glances when he thought his girlfriend wasn't looking.
He bravely turned to look directly at Draco. The Slytherin seeker caught his gaze, and a look of soft confusion crossed his face before it was replaced with a hard sneer, trying to mask the hurt. Harry could see right through him, though. That look wasn't fooling anybody ( well, atleast not Harry, anyway. No one else seemed to notice). Draco breifly narrowed his eyes at him, and looked away swiftly. Harry inwardly sighed.
Why couldn't he bring himself to face Draco? He had snogged the guy, for Merlin's sake! Couldn't he get over a little embarrasment and just say something??? Anything would do! It didn't even have to be relevant, but just say something so he doesn't think you hate him! You can't snog someone, cry on them, and then avoid them! Merlin, what was wrong with him?! First he was shy, then bold, then shy again, and now he was freakin' avoiding him! Man, moody much? Can you say bipolar?
Ashamed and saddened, Harry stared into his food. Way to make a wreck of a good thing, Potter. Damn. Double damn. He had to fix this. But how?
All through potions neither Draco nor Harry could stand to look at each other. Draco, out of defiance (it seemed he had decided that if Harry was gonna ignore him, he'd return the favor), and Harry out of sheer emmbarrassment. He could barely stand to look in Draco's direction, much less look directly at him.
I mean, he had cried on his shoulder. His pale, lean, perfectly sculpted shoulder, which was connected to his smooth, porcelain neck...
Anyway, the point was that he had to face him sooner or later, and he really did want to be with him, but what if it had finally sunk in that he had cried all over him, and Draco thought he was...well, weak? Or worse, a drama queen, like Cho. Harry shuddered. He couldn't let that happen.
Crud, he had a real problem here. He needed to get over his embarrasment enough to actually look at Draco, and talk to him, before it was too late. It had been more than a week since Tuesday (it was the next Friday), and he hadn't had the nerve to do so much as glance at the blond beauty before today. Stupid, Harry, stupid.
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Harry was the last in the showers after Quidditch practice that evening. He knew it was an important game tommorow, but thoughts of Draco clouded his mind during every minute of practice.
Sighing, he toweled off and dressed quickly. As he was preparing to leave, a voice stopped him. That same voice that sent an icy chill up his spine whenever he had the pleasure to hear it.
"Potter."
Heart in his throat, Harry turned around to meet the silver eyes of the man who haunted his every thought.
"D-d-draco. Th-this is the Gryffindor lock-locker room. You-you're not supposed to-to-"
He was cut off as he felt two strong hands none-too-gently grab his shoulders and push him against the row of lockers. Draco fixed him with a hard stare, eyes seemingly emotionless, but Harry could plainly see the hurt hidden inside.
"Potter, just what the hell do you think you're playing at?"
When Harry didn't respond, Draco squeezed the other man's shoulders in frustration. Harry winced.
"What is your problem?"Again, Harry didn't -couldn't- answer.
"Do you think that The-Boy-Who-Lived, heir of Gryffindor is too good for ickle Slytherin Malfoy?" Draco hissed, squeezing his shoulders again. Harry grimaced, and Draco softened his grip slightly, but did not let go. He wasn't leaving without an answer.
"No! It's not like that!" Harry managed to get out, blushing at the closeness.
"Then what is it like then?!" Draco replied.
Harry took a deep breath. He could do this. He could face him.
"Um, I...well, it's...it's like this...I...um..." Ok, maybe he couldn't.
"Was this whole thing just some sort of sick joke? Do you find it funny?" Draco tightened his grip again with every sentence.
"Do you find my confusion amusing, Potter? Does it make you and your Gryffindor followers laugh? Do you get ten Galleons now that..." he trailed off.
"Now that you got Malfoy to...to admit that he...he likes you..." he finished softly. Harry could feel his heart break at the look of utmost pain that found it's way to Draco's handsome face. There were so many things he wanted to say, anything to make that hurt look go away. But, then again, actions speak louder than words, right?
Before Harry had time to think about what he was doing, his hands, moving of their own accord, might I add, reached up to grasp the handsome face in front of him.
He moved forward and fiercely captured Draco's lips with his own. The Slytherin was suprised, but not so suprised that he wouldn't kiss back.
Harry proceeded to kiss the crap out of Draco, pouring all of his emotion into that one kiss, trying to tell him without words how sorry he was for being such a stupid git. His rival hungrily returned the passion back full force. They both wanted -needed- this, and now at long last they had got it.
Out of breath and thoroughly kissed out, they both pulled away, gasping for air like a couple of fish. Extremely handsome, Quidditch-playing, wizard fish.
Draco silently stared at him, eyes wide. Harry stared back, just as silent. Say something any day now, Harry, you idiot.
"Iwasembarrased." Harry said. That's a start. How about in English next time?
"What?" asked Draco, raising one perfect eyebrow in nonchalant confusion.
"I...I was embarrased." he corrected himself. Thatta boy, Harry. Anything elese?
"That's...that's..." C'mon, Harry, you can do it. Take your time. "That's why I, you know, avoided you." Harry continued. Good job, but haven't you forgotten something?
"I'm...I'm sorry. For-forgive me?" he finished. Yes! There's the ticket, Harry! Maybe you're not such a stupid, empty headed fool after all! (Knock on wood, of course.)
When Draco didn't say anything, Harry began to mentally freak out. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why wasn't he saying anything?! WHY THE BLOODY HELL WAN'T HE SAYING ANY-
Harry's panicked mental tirade was interrupted by a beautiful sound that was scarcely heard. Draco's genuine laugh.
"You- haha- were-hahahaha-embarassed?" the blond managed to get out between his snorts of laughter. Harry waited patiently for the other seeker's laughing fit to subside before speaking.
"Just what do you find so bloody funny?" he asked.
"Harry, why would you be embarrased?" Draco answered, still smiling. Harry's knees threatened to give way.
"Well, you know... because I...you know.." Harry said, looking at the ground, which he felt was laughing at him also.
"No, I don't believe I do." Draco said, his smile widening. He knew good and darn well.
"Cried." Harry said to his good friend the floor, barely audible.
Draco put a hand to his ear and leaned closer, taunting Harry to speak up. "Beg pardon? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." he said, struggling to keep a straight (no pun intended) face. He was enjoying this, and Harry knew it.
"Cried!" Harry said, a little louder than neccessary. He looked up at the smiling Slytherin.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." Draco said in that annoyingly superior -yet sexy- voice he so often used that always made him sound as if he knew something that whoever he was talking to didn't.
"What?" Harry said, the picture of pure innocence. Was he missing something? Draco said nothing, only chuckled.
"WHAT? What do you find so bloody funny?!" the raven-haired seeker said, starting to get annoyed at Draco's superior attitude.
Draco stopped chuckling and only smiled at Harry. He reached out and held Harry's chin in his hand, gently tilting the other boy's head upward to look at him. He leaned closer until their faces were only inches apart, lips almost touching, Harry blushing.
"You're so cute when you're so adorably naive and embarrassed." Draco whispered, before closing the space between their lips with a soft kiss.
They both leaned into it, wanting desperately to make up for lost time. All the while they, being so absorbed in each other, failed to notice the sounds of a camera taking pictures only a few feet away.
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In The Next Chapter: Harry and Draco save the world, have many adventures as a crime fighting duo, and everyone loves them, in the Mary-Sue world.
What's really gonna happen n the next chapter: Um, some Quidditch, I think, more about the mysterious camera man/woman, some treachery, some ass-kicking, and most likely some snogging. At least, that's what I'm planning so far. When pen gets to paper, and fingers get to keyboard, things change, people. Those are just some guideline ideas, but some will probably make it to the next chapter.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it! I tried to make it decently long. Sorry for the cliffie, it had to be done, sonsidering I'm not very sure what's gonna happen next... ^_^;;
I wrote a little emotional scene in which Draco cires, and it's very romantic and terribly mushy. I wrote it originally for chapter 4, but cut it. Do you think I should use it later on in the fic? Please let me know! ^_^
By SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: You know how it goes, I own nothing, nobody gets sued. The Harry Potter series and it's characters do not belong to me, I make no money from fanfiction.
Author's Note: Hope you like it. Sorry it took so long! Thanks for all the nifty reviews! ^_^
In this chapter: Realizations, awkwardness, embarrasment, avoidance, hurt!Draco, pissed-off!Draco, playful!Draco, Aww!How cute!He's so shy!Harry, stupid!Harry, brave!Harry, snogging, and the beginning of some serious controversy. Sorry, no Quidditch yet (which I'm dreading having to write). Oh yeah, and Harry blushes like mad a million times in this chapter. What else is new?
Warning: Some cute scenes ahead. Well, I think they're cute.
Response To Some Reviews:
To Loard Becca: *blushes* Oh, stop it. *waves hand bashfully* You make me blush. 10 points to your house for flattering me. ^_^
To Tora: Oh, where to start? "for your iofrmation draco likes her!!" Don't you mean you? We all know that your so-called "fic" is just some badly written fantasy of yours. And also, there's no better reason to dog someone's fanfic than for it being a piece of crap less than a paragraph long. Piss off, bitch.
To Dyaan: Suggestions taken into account. Hope you like. ^_^
To Mrs. Professor Lupin (again, you wish): Look, I don't like your attitude. Don't tell me what "better be good". I will do what I please with this fic, meaning I can have as much mush and fluff as I bloodly like.
To Alyanah: You read my mind! *hurriedly puts finger to lips* Shh! Don't tell. How'd you know they get caught by Snape soon enough? That chappie is coming up sooner or later. 10 points to your house!
To Snuffles: *blushes at the first part* Well, I do try. ^_^ Great suggestion, I had something like that in mind, but you gave me the beginning of an idea... 10 points to your house!
To Yana5: Yeah, protective!Draco is cute. ^_^
To Aly: Boo hoo, you think my story sucked and is stupid. Oh no, I don't want you to be mad at me, even though I don't even know you and could care less about you. If I'm a sicko because I like Draco/Harry, then I guess so are about 50 percent of true HP fans, such as myself. If anybody's a muggle fiend, it's you, because I doubt an average witch/wizard would be so narrow-minded and would wish for someone she doesn't even know to burn, just becuase she doesn't agree with the ship she wrote about. It's just a fanfic. You don't like the ship, don't read and get over it. Oh no, you'll never "tune in" to any of my stories again. I think I might cry, if by cry I mean laugh hysterically at your idiocy.
To newbie SilentShadow006 (who happens to be one of my best friends): What what! Way to represent the STL, fo sho, dirty! -SilentShadow007 obviously not very good at this slang stuff ~_~
Also, thanks to Jade Dawn (Here's another ^_^), Kiki (Here it is, the next, er, "issue".), Fishnet Fairy (Snog scene? Well, since you asked so nicely and used one of my favorite words, wicked...), Vanyel Ashkevron (You're welcome. ^_^), Dea Puella (very good indeed...), and Self Ignored (Who doesn't love some good ol', old fashioned sap every once in a while? I know I do!).
On with the ficcie!
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Chapter 6
Ever since that incident when he had broken down in front of Draco, Harry had been avoiding the poor boy like the plague. He couldn't believe he had cried in front of Draco Malfoy. Not just quiet crying, but sobbing on his chest crying. Still, he couldn't believe Draco had even let him dampen his robes. He was still shocked that he had admitted he cared for him.
Remembering Draco's heartfelt words made Harry subconsciously blush, and he prodded at his breakfast with his fork. It seemed that no matter what he tried to think about, his thoughts always seemed to find their way back to Draco. Draco and his piercing silver eyes. Draco and his strong arms. Draco and his sexy smirk...
No! He couldn't do this! The first match of the Quiiditch season was tommorow, and if Gryffindor was going to clobber Slytherin, he needed to focus on something other than Draco and his beautiful hair, mesmerizing eyes, kissable lips...
Damn it! This wasn't working! He couldn't concentrate on Quidditch with a vision of beauty glaring daggers at him.
Harry looked up at Draco, and the annoyed look he planned to give him tragically died before it could reach his face. The Slytherin prefect looked passive, but when his eyes met Harry's, his face softened in a hurt look before shirfting back to his emotionless mask and turning away from him.
Harry furrowed his brow in slight confusion. Wasn't it his job to look away first? As soon as he had laid eyes upon Draco, he felt that he couldn't tear his gaze away. Draco had shot him a look that was a mixture of hurt and thoughtfulness that said What-are-you-playing-at? To be truthful, Harrry didn't know. All he knew was that more than anything he wanted to be in his arms again, like he was on that Tuesday when he had skivved off first period classes with Draco (those Slytherins, such bad influences). That was more than a week ago.
He just wanted to be near him so bad, but ever since the next morning when it had sunk in that he had cried on Draco Malfoy's shoulder, he couldn't bring himself to meet the other man's eyes, until a minute ago. But now that he finally had, he wished that he hadn't, because he felt a wave of guilt at avoiding Draco, and a surge of want seeped through every vein in his body. Since he didn't have to serve detention with Snape anymore (Dumbledore had gotten it shortened. A month was ridiculous.), perhaps he could make it up to him, you know, apologize for being such a jerk and avoiding him for more than a week. Maybe he'd forgive-
"Harry? You ok?" Harry heard Hermione's voice and finally looked to his two best friends, nodding. Hermione smiled and continued talking to her boyfriend, Ron, who kept shooting Harry inquisitive glances when he thought his girlfriend wasn't looking.
He bravely turned to look directly at Draco. The Slytherin seeker caught his gaze, and a look of soft confusion crossed his face before it was replaced with a hard sneer, trying to mask the hurt. Harry could see right through him, though. That look wasn't fooling anybody ( well, atleast not Harry, anyway. No one else seemed to notice). Draco breifly narrowed his eyes at him, and looked away swiftly. Harry inwardly sighed.
Why couldn't he bring himself to face Draco? He had snogged the guy, for Merlin's sake! Couldn't he get over a little embarrasment and just say something??? Anything would do! It didn't even have to be relevant, but just say something so he doesn't think you hate him! You can't snog someone, cry on them, and then avoid them! Merlin, what was wrong with him?! First he was shy, then bold, then shy again, and now he was freakin' avoiding him! Man, moody much? Can you say bipolar?
Ashamed and saddened, Harry stared into his food. Way to make a wreck of a good thing, Potter. Damn. Double damn. He had to fix this. But how?
All through potions neither Draco nor Harry could stand to look at each other. Draco, out of defiance (it seemed he had decided that if Harry was gonna ignore him, he'd return the favor), and Harry out of sheer emmbarrassment. He could barely stand to look in Draco's direction, much less look directly at him.
I mean, he had cried on his shoulder. His pale, lean, perfectly sculpted shoulder, which was connected to his smooth, porcelain neck...
Anyway, the point was that he had to face him sooner or later, and he really did want to be with him, but what if it had finally sunk in that he had cried all over him, and Draco thought he was...well, weak? Or worse, a drama queen, like Cho. Harry shuddered. He couldn't let that happen.
Crud, he had a real problem here. He needed to get over his embarrasment enough to actually look at Draco, and talk to him, before it was too late. It had been more than a week since Tuesday (it was the next Friday), and he hadn't had the nerve to do so much as glance at the blond beauty before today. Stupid, Harry, stupid.
***
Harry was the last in the showers after Quidditch practice that evening. He knew it was an important game tommorow, but thoughts of Draco clouded his mind during every minute of practice.
Sighing, he toweled off and dressed quickly. As he was preparing to leave, a voice stopped him. That same voice that sent an icy chill up his spine whenever he had the pleasure to hear it.
"Potter."
Heart in his throat, Harry turned around to meet the silver eyes of the man who haunted his every thought.
"D-d-draco. Th-this is the Gryffindor lock-locker room. You-you're not supposed to-to-"
He was cut off as he felt two strong hands none-too-gently grab his shoulders and push him against the row of lockers. Draco fixed him with a hard stare, eyes seemingly emotionless, but Harry could plainly see the hurt hidden inside.
"Potter, just what the hell do you think you're playing at?"
When Harry didn't respond, Draco squeezed the other man's shoulders in frustration. Harry winced.
"What is your problem?"Again, Harry didn't -couldn't- answer.
"Do you think that The-Boy-Who-Lived, heir of Gryffindor is too good for ickle Slytherin Malfoy?" Draco hissed, squeezing his shoulders again. Harry grimaced, and Draco softened his grip slightly, but did not let go. He wasn't leaving without an answer.
"No! It's not like that!" Harry managed to get out, blushing at the closeness.
"Then what is it like then?!" Draco replied.
Harry took a deep breath. He could do this. He could face him.
"Um, I...well, it's...it's like this...I...um..." Ok, maybe he couldn't.
"Was this whole thing just some sort of sick joke? Do you find it funny?" Draco tightened his grip again with every sentence.
"Do you find my confusion amusing, Potter? Does it make you and your Gryffindor followers laugh? Do you get ten Galleons now that..." he trailed off.
"Now that you got Malfoy to...to admit that he...he likes you..." he finished softly. Harry could feel his heart break at the look of utmost pain that found it's way to Draco's handsome face. There were so many things he wanted to say, anything to make that hurt look go away. But, then again, actions speak louder than words, right?
Before Harry had time to think about what he was doing, his hands, moving of their own accord, might I add, reached up to grasp the handsome face in front of him.
He moved forward and fiercely captured Draco's lips with his own. The Slytherin was suprised, but not so suprised that he wouldn't kiss back.
Harry proceeded to kiss the crap out of Draco, pouring all of his emotion into that one kiss, trying to tell him without words how sorry he was for being such a stupid git. His rival hungrily returned the passion back full force. They both wanted -needed- this, and now at long last they had got it.
Out of breath and thoroughly kissed out, they both pulled away, gasping for air like a couple of fish. Extremely handsome, Quidditch-playing, wizard fish.
Draco silently stared at him, eyes wide. Harry stared back, just as silent. Say something any day now, Harry, you idiot.
"Iwasembarrased." Harry said. That's a start. How about in English next time?
"What?" asked Draco, raising one perfect eyebrow in nonchalant confusion.
"I...I was embarrased." he corrected himself. Thatta boy, Harry. Anything elese?
"That's...that's..." C'mon, Harry, you can do it. Take your time. "That's why I, you know, avoided you." Harry continued. Good job, but haven't you forgotten something?
"I'm...I'm sorry. For-forgive me?" he finished. Yes! There's the ticket, Harry! Maybe you're not such a stupid, empty headed fool after all! (Knock on wood, of course.)
When Draco didn't say anything, Harry began to mentally freak out. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why wasn't he saying anything?! WHY THE BLOODY HELL WAN'T HE SAYING ANY-
Harry's panicked mental tirade was interrupted by a beautiful sound that was scarcely heard. Draco's genuine laugh.
"You- haha- were-hahahaha-embarassed?" the blond managed to get out between his snorts of laughter. Harry waited patiently for the other seeker's laughing fit to subside before speaking.
"Just what do you find so bloody funny?" he asked.
"Harry, why would you be embarrased?" Draco answered, still smiling. Harry's knees threatened to give way.
"Well, you know... because I...you know.." Harry said, looking at the ground, which he felt was laughing at him also.
"No, I don't believe I do." Draco said, his smile widening. He knew good and darn well.
"Cried." Harry said to his good friend the floor, barely audible.
Draco put a hand to his ear and leaned closer, taunting Harry to speak up. "Beg pardon? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." he said, struggling to keep a straight (no pun intended) face. He was enjoying this, and Harry knew it.
"Cried!" Harry said, a little louder than neccessary. He looked up at the smiling Slytherin.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." Draco said in that annoyingly superior -yet sexy- voice he so often used that always made him sound as if he knew something that whoever he was talking to didn't.
"What?" Harry said, the picture of pure innocence. Was he missing something? Draco said nothing, only chuckled.
"WHAT? What do you find so bloody funny?!" the raven-haired seeker said, starting to get annoyed at Draco's superior attitude.
Draco stopped chuckling and only smiled at Harry. He reached out and held Harry's chin in his hand, gently tilting the other boy's head upward to look at him. He leaned closer until their faces were only inches apart, lips almost touching, Harry blushing.
"You're so cute when you're so adorably naive and embarrassed." Draco whispered, before closing the space between their lips with a soft kiss.
They both leaned into it, wanting desperately to make up for lost time. All the while they, being so absorbed in each other, failed to notice the sounds of a camera taking pictures only a few feet away.
***
In The Next Chapter: Harry and Draco save the world, have many adventures as a crime fighting duo, and everyone loves them, in the Mary-Sue world.
What's really gonna happen n the next chapter: Um, some Quidditch, I think, more about the mysterious camera man/woman, some treachery, some ass-kicking, and most likely some snogging. At least, that's what I'm planning so far. When pen gets to paper, and fingers get to keyboard, things change, people. Those are just some guideline ideas, but some will probably make it to the next chapter.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it! I tried to make it decently long. Sorry for the cliffie, it had to be done, sonsidering I'm not very sure what's gonna happen next... ^_^;;
I wrote a little emotional scene in which Draco cires, and it's very romantic and terribly mushy. I wrote it originally for chapter 4, but cut it. Do you think I should use it later on in the fic? Please let me know! ^_^