Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
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Harry stared down at his shoes. A soft blowing of wind ruffled his hair, obscuring his view slightly of the worn sneakers. Taking a deep breath, Harry's eyes traveled up and stopped to look at two well managed oxford shoes. The black leather was buffed and shining under the midday sun. Harry idly counted the holes that the perfectly laced strings ran through. Ten holes. Five on each flap. The stitching on the black shoes was perfect, the black and grey checkered socks were perfectly straight, the grey pant legs were perfectly pressed, the black robe was falling perfectly on that perfect lithe form. The green and silver vest, the white button up shirt, the perfect knot on the Slytherin tie. Harry let his eyes drift ever higher, his head continuing to hang low on his chest.
As his glasses slipped on his nose, Harry tilted his head up slightly, catching a glimpse of perfectly grey eyes, behind perfectly platinum hair. Harry blushed.
"Potter." Draco sneered. "What do you want?"
"I..." Harry balked. He didn't know what he wanted. He had just pulled the seventh year Slytherin to the side. No... he had wanted something. But his fears and doubts came crashing back down as he stood before the other boy. Harry's eyes darted to the perfectly pink lips, and his tongue came out to wet his own dry ones.
Harry gasped as Draco closed the space between them. He was so close he could feel the heat radiating off the others body. "I..." Harry knew his face was red, he knew that he was blushing. A slim hand came and cupped his cheek, and those desirable lips crashed against his own. Harry's eyes widened. Was this what he had wanted? He couldn't remember. All sensible thoughts left his mind as he leaned into the sloppy, wet kiss.
