Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.

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Draco Malfoy in all his suave good looks looked…well…ravishing as he skulked through the sparkling clean halls. Oh, yes, and he also smelled nice, for he spent time in the shower; going over his wispy blond hair and immaculate body with immense precision

What for?

Well, today, he was going to bestow on Potter his passionate kiss that resulted in boys fainting all over him.

Why, though?

Simply because he wanted to and shouldn't that be reason enough? He was a Malfoy and Malfoys did not need reasons to act upon their whims.

And besides…he wanted to know what a 'hero' tasted like…and he certainly did not want to kiss Dumbledore, the other available hero in Hogwarts.

Ah, and 'lo and behold, there was Potter in all his ragged splendor; alone this time without his gaggle of fans. Fantastic. Draco strutted over to the disheveled-haired boy with his usual smirk in place.

Those 'startling' 'gorgeous' emerald green eyes flared up in instant anger once he caught sight of Draco and a snarl was on the verge of forming on thin colourless lips.

He smiled a sexy indulging smile. No words were exchanged, no blows were exchanged. Potter did not move at all; he only stared at him cautiously wary, his fingers flexing over his wand. Draco had to pout just a teeny little bit, they were not completely alone; other students bombarded them in the hallway. It would have been nice to start a little fight before Potter fainted.

Argh. No matter. This will not distract him and he sort of kind of wanted to do this quickly. Coming closer to the still suspicious boy wonder, he offered a 'truce' with his non-threatening stance. Potter did not relax completely though for his hand was still at his wand.

Draco sighed impatiently and swooped to capture the dull coloured lips in a rather bleak passionate kiss. Potter's eyes were wide in surprised astonishment and his mouth was just surprised and astonished. Draco smirked into the kiss; of course Potter was astonished, he just got a taste of his awe-inspiring kiss.

Humph, heroes do not taste significantly different, they taste like everyone else and everyone else has a different taste, but a normal different taste. Anyway, Harry Potter's taste was just tasting of pumpkin juice and sweets and fruits and chocolate, nothing addicting and nothing extraordinary.

He ended the disappointing kiss with a disenchanted groan. Heroes were such a letdown.

Oh well.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, swooned and fainted in his arms and Draco Malfoy forgot his woes.

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This story was a product of a bet between BlackFox and I. Unfortunatly, she lost...So now I wish to know how this story rates because my curiousity demands it.