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"Harry...?" came a voice from behind the raven haired teen, who was currently sitting hunched over a roll of parchment in the library biting his lower lip in concentration, or something he would like to call concentration.
Looking up and turning in his chair just a little, Harry smiled warmly at Draco, who was shifting feet and holding his book bag. At Harry's smile, Draco grinned back and came forward. He sat down across from Harry and put his bag on the table before resting his chin in the palms of his hands and tilting his head at Harry. The other teen had watched Draco as he sat down, and now considered him with interest.
It had been almost two weeks since Draco and he had confessed that they liked each other enough to try dating, though neither one of them had said that that was exactly what they were doing. All they knew was that they enjoyed each others company, far more than they ever had before, and they both felt that what they had didn't need a title. And they had both agreed that their friends need not know that they were something other than the rivals they had always been. To everyone else, Harry and Draco still fought and hated each other, though they both felt bad when they did. Neither one wanted to hurt the other.
"What are you looking at?" Harry asked finally, after a good five minutes or so of watching Draco watch him from under his long pale eyelashes.
The blond teen shrugged and smiled coyly, "Dunno."
Harry grinned mischievously at Draco before reaching out a foot under the table, where he tapped the top of Draco's shoe, "Yes you do."
Draco quirked an elegant eyebrow, "You can't make me tell you though."
Wanna bet? Harry asked himself, though he didn't say anything out loud. Instead, he pulled his foot away long enough to toe off his shoe, before returning it to it's previous place on top of Draco's shoe. Then, without warning, or breaking eye contact with the blond teen, Harry began to lift his foot so that it trailed along Draco's calf, then his thigh. All the while moving slowly so he could catch the look in Draco's eyes as he twitched when Harry's foot moved closer to a certain area of the blondes anatomy.
"...Harry..." Draco warned, breaking eye contact to glance around the library to see if anyone was looking at them, as seeing the two of them sitting together would be strange enough, especially when they weren't fighting to the death. But to see Harry with his foot heading towards Draco's crotch was beyond strange, it would be unthinkable. It was something that would make a few choice people pass out.
Harry ignored Draco's protest and inched his foot closer, stretching out his toes to knead through the material of Draco's trousers. "There isn't anyone in here Dragon, stop worrying."
At that, Draco looked back at him and frowned, "What did you call me?"
Harry flushed, "Um... D- Dragon?" phrasing his answer as a question, then adding in a nervous voice, "I... I won't call you that if you don't want me to."
For a moment Harry thought that Draco was going to get up and leave, the look on his face was so barren of emotion, but then he smiled. A smile that made Harry's heart jump a little.
"I... I like it..." Draco replied, brushing a long strand of hair from his eyes, "I've never had a nickname before."
Sighing with relief, Harry grinned back, "I guess I'll just have to start calling you Dragon more often then, huh?"
Draco raised his nose playfully in the air and answered, "But of course. Dragons are the most proud and powerful creatures you know. Everyone respects them."
Harry snorted, "Yeah, they may be all that, but they're still vain as peacocks," he teased.
Draco stuck his tongue out at the raven haired teen, "You're just jealous that I'm so-"
"Pretty?" Harry supplied, absently removing his foot from Draco's lap.
"No..." Draco scowled.
"...How about beautiful?" Harry asked, mimicking Draco's posture with his hands.
"...Potter..."
"Or maybe gorgeous?"
Draco grimaced, "Oh for Merlin's sake Harry! Can you not think of a single word to describe me that doesn't make me sound like a girl?"
Harry considered this for a moment. Then grinning, he raised himself up a little and leaned over the table, stopping just as his cheek brushed against Draco's. From the corner of his eye Harry could see that Draco's pale cheeks were now flushed. Harry decided that he rather enjoyed that color on Draco.
Drawing in a breath, Harry whispered into Draco's ear, "...How about sexy?"
He could feel Draco shudder against him as the blond replied, "I- I guess... that works."
Harry chuckled, pulled away a fraction, then changed his mind. Leaning in once more, he pressed his lips to Draco's flushed cheek, lingering for a moment, then returned to his spot across the table. He watched Draco as the blond sat there perfectly still, not blinking, or breathing. It seemed as if his was in momentary shock.
Harry frowned, thinking suddenly that he had done something wrong. Maybe he had moved too fast? Even though they had been seeing each other as a couple for two weeks now they had yet to kiss, or do anything more intimate than cuddling up together on rare occasions, which made Harry wonder if this was something that Draco wasn't comfortable with yet.
"Draco...?" he ventured, not daring to reach out to the other teen.
It took a moment for Draco to answer, but when he did, all of Harry's fears were laid to rest. "I've... never... been kissed."
Harry blinked, "Never?"
Draco shook his head.
"But what about your reputation?"
"Reputation?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry blushed, "Yeah..." he paused, thinking of a way to say what he needed to without sounding like a gossip queen, "I- I mean, people say that you're... the-Slytherin-sex-god." Harry spat out the last bit in such a rush that Draco blinked at him before laughing.
"God Potter! You actually believed that?!" he laughed harder, making Harry flush even more in embarrassment.
"Well... is- is it true then?" Harry asked.
Without warning, Draco reached out across the table and grasped Harry's hand, bringing it down to the table and holding it tight. With his thumb absently caressing the back of Harry's hand, Draco replied in a soft voice, "No. It isn't true," then added as an afterthought, "would it have bothered you if it was?"
Harry swallowed. A part of him wanted to say no, but a stronger part, a more jealous part of him, wanted to say yes. So he settled for saying something else, hoping that it wouldn't offend Draco.
"...Would it bother you if it were true?"
Draco frowned, but relaxed his expression after a moments thought. "I guess it would have. I don't fancy myself a whore, or user for that matter."
"Does it bother you that I'm..." Harry flushed, not really wanting to spill the beans, but realizing that if Draco did, he wanted to as well. "That I'm not... well..." he couldn't finish.
Draco's grip on his hand tightened, "What? Does it bother me that you're not a virgin?"
Harry bit his lip and nodded.
"No." Was the immediate response, then, "who was it?"
Harry swallowed, "Uh... a girl that lives near by where I stay at my Aunt and Uncle's during the summer."
Draco nodded that he knew where that was, as Harry had told him all about his childhood, though Draco himself had yet to tall Harry anything about his.
"She was eighteen," Harry continued, "she was a really good kisser, but..." words failed him, "but..."
"Not as great as you would have liked?" Draco supplied for Harry, quirking an eyebrow and grinning, making Harry a little less nervous about telling him all of this.
"No. It wasn't," Harry admitted, "I mean, it was nice and all, but I didn't feel anything when I was with her. It all seemed so mechanical, like it was just something to do to pass the time," Harry paused, frowning, "after it was over, we didn't really talk to one another. Last I heard, she had moved overseas to be with her family."
Draco considered this for a bit, then smiled, "I guess we'll have to work on that won't we?" he asked coyly.
Harry stuttered, "Huh-Wh... Huh?"
Draco grinned wider, "I said we'll have to work on that so you won't feel like it's just mechanical."
Again Harry stammered, feeling his face flush hot, "Draco... wh-"
But Draco was already standing, gathering his book bag, "I have to go, curfew and all," he explained when Harry's face fell, "I'll see you tomorrow though?" the blond tried, very unsuccessfully, to cover up the hopefulness in his voice.
Harry smiled and nodded, "Tomorrow. Meet me at the lake okay?"
Draco nodded, then turned, thought better of that, and came round the table. Once there, he leaned down and gave Harry a lingering kiss on the cheek. Harry felt his entire body tingle as Draco's lips pressed against his skin, and he wanted more.
Much more, he thought as he watched Draco walk away from him, his hips swaying just a fraction as he did.
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The cool November air blew Harry's hair away from his forehead as he sat on the grass waiting for Draco. It was only seven in the morning (as they always met early) on Sunday, and everyone else was sleeping off the effects of whatever it was the they were doing Saturday night, much to Harry's delight. As that left him with the entire morning and most of the afternoon free to be with Draco, and not have to worry about his friends trying to find him.
He was dressed in faded jeans with a hole in the left knee and a black T-shirt under a dark blue sweater, and he wondered absently when he would have to start wearing a jacket. He thought that it was likely to be a relatively warm winter this year, but he never really knew for certain. He hoped it was at least warm enough so that he didn't have to worry about freezing to death during Quidditch practices.
Suddenly, a warm hand was resting on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Draco. The pale teen was dressed in dark blue jeans (without so much as a tear or scuff on them), a black cable knit sweater made of soft wool, and a dark blue scarf. Harry envied the fact that Draco looked elegant even when he wasn't trying. As opposed to Harry's frantic searching's through his trunk to find a pair of socks that didn't have a hole in the toe, let alone a pair of jeans that were in perfect condition.
"Been waiting long?" Draco asked as he sat down, reaching for Harry's hand before Harry could do the same with his.
Harry shrugged, "Not really. Have you been up long?"
Draco shrugged in return, "Not really." he mimicked with a tired grin.
"Since dawn then," Harry said grinning, then added in a more serious tone, "couldn't sleep?"
Draco shook his head.
"Dreams?' he asked, knowing for some reason that this was way Draco hadn't been able to sleep, "Do you want to tell me about it?"
The silver-gray eyed teen was about to decline, but figured that if he couldn't trust Harry with simple dreams, then what they had would never last.
"It was stupid really," Draco started, "at first I was in class, which I only remember being boring..." Harry nodded for him to continue, "then it changed and I was walking down the hall with some people, I think they were friends, but then suddenly everyone was gone, and it was just me and you. I asked you how you were, and you said something I couldn't catch. I asked you again, and this time I heard you. You said 'I'm fine.', but the way you said it was weird... Anyway, we walked down the hall 'till we reached this bulletin board that was covered in pictures of children. I think that they were the students when they were all younger. Anyway, there was a small picture in the bottom corner and I knelt down to see it, and you came to stand at my shoulder. The picture was of me, my mum, and dad and some other people in the background, and I asked you if you knew which one was me. You thought about it for like five seconds, and pointed straight to me."
Harry nodded, "Then?" he prompted, as Draco had fallen silent for a moment.
Taking a deep breath Draco started once more, "After that, a huge group of people came down the hall towards us and were all like 'oh you guys are so cute together!'..." Draco rolled his eyes when he said that, which in turn made Harry snicker, "then you pulled me up and dragged me away from them. You hugged me, and I can remember exactly how it felt. I was holding on so tight..."
Draco trailed off again.
Harry nudged Draco with his elbow and spoke, "And?"
"You said that you would leave me. That no matter how many people said we belonged together we would never actually be together. You said you could never stay with me and I would be alone..." Draco replied, "and all I could do was to hold onto you. I didn't want to let you go."
Harry was silent for a moment, then he looked at Draco, only to find that he had turned his attention to something on the ground, "Draco, look at me," Harry said, and when Draco complied, he continued, "I'll never say those things to you. You won't be alone, I'll make sure of that."
Draco smiled at him, then asked, "Why do you like me so much?"
It was a question that Harry had wondered when the blonde was going to ask. He reached out a hand and lifted Draco's chin, so that they were looking at each one another, "Draco, I like you because you've always been true to who you are. You never take any crap from anyone, and you fight for what you believe in," he paused and grinned, "and you may be a smart-ass sometimes, but it's all part of you."
"And?"
Harry changed his hands position so that it was resting on Draco's cheek, "I like you because you're not afraid to like me."
At that Draco smiled and shook his head, his soft hair brushing against the back of Harry's hand, "No. I'm not afraid to like you Harry. But I am afraid of what will happen to us if my family finds out that I'm with the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Then I guess we'll just have to keep this a secret then, won't we?" Harry asked as he moved a little bit closer, "besides, I kinda like the fact that I don't have to share you with others. You're all mine Dragon."
"Yours?" Draco questioned with a hitch in his voice as Harry moved closer still.
Harry nodded, "Yeah. But I'm yours as well."
"...Yeah, you are..." the blonde replied.
Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes, then with no warning, closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Draco's. The blonde was still for a moment, but gradually eased into the kiss, pressing his own lips on Harry's. It was a gentle kiss, no tongue, but it was enough to say what needed to be said.
Harry marveled in the way that Draco's lips felt. They were smooth and warm, and tasted faintly of mint toothpaste. He knew that this was Draco's first kiss, and he absolutely loved the idea that he was the person to give it to him.
When they pulled away, Draco's face was flushed and Harry licked his lips.
"You taste good." he said.
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Do I?" he asked. He suddenly got up on his knees before Harry could say anything else, swung one leg over both of Harry's, as Harry was sitting crossed legged, and sat in his lap. Pulling both arms around Harry's neck, Draco leaned in and rested his forehead against the raven haired teens. "So do you." he finished, then pressed his lips to Harry's once more.
The green eyed teen was faintly amused that Draco was now being so forceful, but his thoughts stopped developing when he felt Draco's tongue ghost across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth willingly and felt his heart skip as their tongues met, rolling easily against each other as if this was something they had done a dozen or more times before. Draco's hands curled against the base of Harry's neck as Harry himself raised his own hands to rest them on Draco's slender hips, bringing the Slytherin teen closer yet. Draco pulled away long enough to gently bite Harry's bottom lip before continuing his assault on Harry's mouth, his hands now moving so that he was cupping Harry's face between his palms.
This time, when their heated kiss ended, Harry was breathless and Draco was in no better condition.
"That was..." the blonde trailed off as he blushed.
"...Amazing?" Harry supplied, raising one hand and brushing his thumb across Draco's kiss swollen lips.
Draco nodded and grinned before taking Harry's thumb in his mouth, his tongue massaging the digit. It was a action that made Harry slightly uncomfortable in his groin.
Draco glanced down, looking back up at Harry with a mischievous grin playing on his lips, "My my... is that for me?" he asked. Harry groaned as Draco pressed his hips closer to Harry, rolling them slightly. "I guess it is."
Harry closed his eyes, "...Draco..."
"Hmm?"
"If you don't stop t-that," he stammered as Draco rolled his hips against Harry again, only harder this time, "...if- you're... I'm not going to be able to stop myself..."
Draco tilted his head to the side, "From doing what? Groaning in appreciation?"
Harry growled, "No..." suddenly he rolled over so that Draco was laying beneath him, his legs still wrapping loosely around Harry's hips, "...this."
He kissed Draco full on the lips, pushing his tongue inside the Slytherin's hot welcoming mouth, tasting him. Draco groaned this time, and Harry grinned against his mouth as he felt a sudden hardness against his thigh. So now the tables are turned, Harry thought to himself as he kissed his way down Draco's jaw towards the pale teens neck, where he tugged off the scarf and applied himself to the soft skin exposed there. While he did this, Draco squirmed under him, but Harry wasn't going to let Draco get the better of him. Reaching out his hands, running them up Draco's arms, Harry pinned the other teens wrists to the ground, ignoring the meek sound of protest.
"H-Harry."
"Uh-uh," Harry shook his head as he licked the hollow in Draco's throat before kissing it, "not if you aren't going to behave."
Harry could sense, if not see, that Draco was pouting. The slender Slytherin was used to having his way, but not in this, Harry thought with satisfaction as Draco bit his bottom lip.
After a moment, Draco cursed and replied, "Fine, I'll behave, just let my wrists go."
Harry looked up at Draco smiled coyly at him, "Okay." He released Draco, who immediately wrapped his arms around Harry and brought him up for another soul searing kiss.
Harry surrendered himself for a while, but once they parted for air, he ran his hands lightly down Draco's sides until he found the hem of his sweater. With no warning, he reached under and slide his hands up Draco's bare skin, grinning to himself when Draco jumped at the cool touch of his fingers. Shifting so that he was lower on Draco's prone body, Harry lifted the shirt a little and kissed the smooth skin of Draco's lower abdomen. Draco was rather hairless, with only the barest line of fine blonde hair trailing down from his naval which disappeared into his trousers.
Draco squirmed even more, but made no attempts to stop Harry's ministrations.
Meanwhile, Harry had deftly undone the top button of Draco's jeans as he planted butterfly kisses along Draco's stomach. When Draco finally made to stop Harry just as the raven haired teen was slowly sliding the zipper of Draco's jeans down, Harry looked up at him. "You're going to enjoy this." He said.
Draco nodded numbly, and lay back down, having lifted himself up on his elbows moments before.
Without another word, Harry unzipped Draco's jeans the rest of the way and tugged them open, taking a deep breath before freeing Draco's now very prominent erection. Harry flicked the tip of his tongue over the slit of Draco's cock where a dewy drop of pre-come had formed as he let one hand wrap around the shaft. Draco sucked in a breath above him, but Harry took little notice, enjoying what he was doing instead. Thought that was not to say that he didn't like the fact that he was making Draco squirm in pleasure.
Rolling his tongue around the head of Draco's penis, Harry finally took the erect member in his mouth, sucking as Draco filled him. With his other hand gently stroking the base of Draco's cock, Harry lost himself in the way that Draco fit perfectly in his mouth and the way that the other teen tasted.
"H... oh God!" Draco moaned as Harry started humming slowly, creating new sensations for the blonde Slytherin teen.
Harry grinned to himself as he gently ran his teeth up Draco's cock, careful not to do it too hard, as he raised his free hand up, resting it on Draco's still bare stomach. He let it stay there a moment longer, then teasingly slide it up, joining his other hand as well. He let his hands wander as he massaged Draco's penis with his tongue, now running them down the pale teens sides until he came to a stop on Draco's slightly pointed hips.
"Do- do you... know what you're doing... to me?" Draco groaned when Harry deep throated him as his hands strayed under Draco, lifting the pale blonde up by the small of his back.
Harry pulled away long enough to smile and replied one short word. "Yes."
With that said, he kissed the tip of Draco's cock once more before continuing his attentions. It didn't take Draco long to come after that, and as he did, his abdomen clenched and his hands gripped the grass beneath him. Harry swallowed ever last drop of his lover's come, licking Draco's cock clean before stretching out along Draco's still shaking body.
Resting his elbows on either side of Draco's ribs, Harry tilted his head to the side and asked, "So, like it?"
"Hell yeah," Draco panted and he regarded Harry with passion, "where... how...?"
"I just went with what felt right." Harry explained, sensing that Draco was trying to ask how he had known just what to do to him.
"Well that was bloody good intuition," the silver-gray eyed teen answered with a grin, "I totally give you an A."
Harry laughed, "If this is one our NEWTS then I guess I'll pass with flying colors then, hmm?"
Draco nodded, "Yes, but only if you get to use me."
"Of course," Harry said, then kissed Draco lightly on the lips.
They lay still for a short while later until Draco began to complain that he was getting cold, mostly in the region where his pants had been left open. Harry on the other hand was starting to get hungry, so they got tidied up and headed towards the castle. It was already well passed ten o'clock by the time that they walked up to Hogwarts holding hands, and Draco suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong Dragon?" Harry asked as he saw the look of thought on his lovers face.
"Harry..." Draco started, "I- I don't want..."
Harry stiffened, afraid that Draco was going to say that he didn't want this. That he didn't really want to be with Harry.
"...I don't want to keep this a secret anymore," Draco finished, "I'm not ashamed that I'm with you, and I don't see why it's anybody else's business what we do. I just want to be with you."
Harry's heart swelled, and he pulled Draco into a tight hug, feeling Draco cling to him.
"Dragon..." he started, but Draco cut him off.
"Please Harry?"
"I wouldn't want it any other way Dragon," Harry replied, turning his head so that he could kiss Draco's forehead, "let's go."
When they finally made their way to the Great Hall, Draco stopped them once more, but this time smiled and un-wrapped his scarf from around his neck. Harry was about to ask him what he was going to do, but was silenced when Draco wrapped the scarf around his neck and raised himself on his toes to kiss Harry briefly on the lips (as Draco was almost three inches shorter than Harry).
"Ready?" the blonde asked.
Harry nodded, "As ready as I'll ever be."
When they stepped into the hall, Harry saw that Ron and Hermione were sitting closely together at the Gryffindor table with about five fellow Gryffindor's at the opposite end. They didn't look up when Harry and Draco came in, and Harry turned his attention towards the Slytherin table. There was no one there. Beside him, Draco breathed a sigh and turned to Harry.
"I guess our grand entrance is totally shot," he said, "no one I know is here, and your friends aren't even paying attention to us."
Harry nodded, a sudden idea coming to mind, "I have another idea Dragon."
"What?" Draco sounded annoyed.
"Come on," Harry said, tugging Draco by the hand towards the Gryffindor table, "you're eating with me this morning."
"Harry!" Draco protested, though he didn't really put up a physical effort to stop the taller teenager.
Upon reaching the table, Harry sat himself and Draco down, and only then did Ron and Hermione look up. One with a look of bewilderment, and one with a look of total shock. Harry was pleased to see that Ron was the one with a look of bewilderment.
"Harry...?" Ron asked, looking from his bestfriend to Draco and back again.
Hermione had always been the quicker of the two, and she gasped, though she did manage to refrain from pointing at Draco, "He's the one that you were taking about right, Harry?"
Nodding, Harry placed his and Draco's joined hands on the table, "Yeah."
Ron just opened and closed his mouth like a blowfish before speaking in a meek voice, "You have got to be joking."
Draco spoke up now, "Close your mouth Weasley, you don't look good as a fish."
"Shut it Malfoy," Ron spat as he finally came to his senses, "what are you doing with Harry?"
Draco snorted, "Isn't it obvious? I'm his boyfriend."
Harry found himself pleased beyond all reason to hear Draco say those words.
"Boyfriend?!" Ron squeaked.
"Yes," Harry replied, "he is."
Hermione cut in now, "Oh Harry! I'm so happy for you!"
Harry blinked, "Y- you are?"
"Of course," his friend said beaming at the two of them, "Draco is a nice guy. I'm glad that you guys worked things out."
"Huh?" Harry asked stupidly, turning towards his boyfriend, "since when has she been calling you by your first name?"
Draco shrugged, grinning, "Umm..." "Ever since he told me that he had a crush on you." Hermione said.
"What?!" Harry and Ron both half shouted.
Draco held up a hand to quiet them, "I asked Hermione what you thought of me Harry," he said to the teen at his side, "she had a suspicion that you liked me."
"When was this?" Harry asked.
"About a month ago." Draco said sweetly.
Harry turned to Hermione, who had a grin planted across her face, "I never said that I liked anyone a month ago, let alone that I liked Draco."
"You didn't say anything Harry, but I could see something forming." She replied.
Ron wasn't speaking at all now.
Suddenly, it dawned on Harry, and he glared at both Hermione and his boyfriend, "You did it!" he said accusingly at Hermione, "you were the one that gave Draco the sugar quills!"
Hermione shrugged, "Of course."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, feeling hurt that his friend would have played him behind his back.
Again another shrug, "We had to know how you really felt Harry."
Draco spoke up now, putting his other hand over his and Harry's already joined ones, "I was scared that you didn't like me. Up until you started getting all jumpy and nervous around me I always thought that you loathed me beyond all reason."
Harry pondered this for a moment, then spoke, "I guess that makes sense then."
"What makes sense?" Ron asked, "this still doesn't explain why Harry would fall for someone like Malfoy."
All three teens turned glares at Ron, who shrank in his seat and looked at the table, "Just wondering, you don't have to tear my head off." he muttered.
"If you must call me something, call me by my name." Draco said, his voice full of teasing and humor.
"I'll call you whatever I want until I want to use your name, Malfoy." Ron said as he raised his eyes defiantly at Draco.
Shrugging Draco replied, "Whatever."
Hermione and Harry sighed.
"Ron, do you honestly care that Harry and Draco are together?" Hermione asked, "I know that Draco has been a real ass to us, but he has changed. For the better."
Ron didn't answer for a while. Then, sighing, he grinned at Harry and, begrudgingly at Draco, "Like I said before. As long as Harry doesn't make a pass at me, and Malfoy doesn't..." at that he shuddered and Draco curled his lip, "I think I'm okay. Just as long as your sure you know what you're doing Harry."
Harry smiled, "I am. Don't worry." he said as he turned his attention to Draco, who smiled at him in return.
One group of friends down one to go, Harry thought to himself, but at least Draco will have more people standing behind him when he breaks the news.
Harry knew for some reason that Draco was going to need all the support he needed.
"Hey!" Ron said, "I just remembered something!"
Harry didn't take his eyes off of his boyfriend, but asked, "What?"
"You said that the person you liked was way better looking than me." Ron said.
Harry grinned, glancing at his friend, then turning to Draco once more, "He is. No offense Ron."
Draco laughed and blushed, Hermione giggled, and Ron puffed up in response to Harry's reply.
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Author's Note:
Well, there you have it. Harry and Draco's first kiss, and.... well.... you know (looks at audience with a look of mischief). Don't worry, there will be at least five more chappies after this one. So stick around and read them ALL (rubs hands together with glee... coughs) Anyway, read, review and all will be well. If you do this, I'll add in more steamy make-out sessions between Harry and Draco.... Aww hell! I'll do that anyway!! Just review cause I love to read them!
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