I wrote this one day in accounting when I had nothing better to do. Of course it is H/D slash. Because that is really all I write because it works so well. I am getting yelled at for writing too many becauses in a row. Any way...ENJOY!
Story of an Hour…The Harry Draco Files.
"Ew. Just tell me that wasn't your hand."
"What do you mean 'tell me that wasn't your hand'?"
"Something just touched my bum."
"Gah. Draco you are so infuriating!"
"Why what did I do now!"
"'Something just touched my bum.'" Harry says in his mimic-Draco voice, which is very high and shreaky. They had been stuck in this dark ditch for nearly an hour all alone, and with no wands. Draco was getting on Harry's nerves more and more. But Harry was getting on Draco's nerves more. "It's just so annoying. And NO it was not MY hand. It was my foot attempting to kick your sorry arse."
"HAHA, nice attempt of a kick then. Didn't hurt at all."
"Yeah, well I…missed…"
"Of course you missed. You aren't a bloody beater."
"True…" was all Harry could think to say. Why hadn't Draco laughed at him even more and said something to make him want to die? Why…was he being….nice? "Are you ok?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well you didn't start laughing or making fun of the fact that I missed your arse."
"That is because I do not appreciate getting my arse literally kicked by the Sodding-Boy-Who-Lived."
"Oh—."
"And…maybe I don't hate you as much as I let on in the corridors."
"What…"
"Maybe…I like the fact that you… touched my arse…even if it was with your foot."
"Are you…are you saying what I think your saying?"
The only answer he got was a fumble-y hand cupping his cheek and being pulled forward into a pair of slightly wind-chapped lips, which were surprisingly velvety. Just then the whole world inside the ditchy-hole-thing stopped for Harry. His eyes stayed open and his mouth was stiff and rigid. It wasn't until he felt Draco's hand start to climb up his back in side his shirt that he broke away. All that was heard for a while was the ragged breaths of these two rivals.
"What. Was. That. About?"
"I. Don't know. Just thought it was the right thing to do at the time."
"Well…I wouldn't object to you doing it again sometime…" Harry could feel his cheeks growing red even though he knew Draco wouldn't be able to see it. Why had he just said that?
"I wouldn't mind it either. Only next time KISS ME don't just stand there all shocked."
For the remainder of their stay in the ditchy-hole-thing the two rivals were snogging as if they would never have a chance to again. They were found and helped out 15 minutes after that first kiss. Nothing was really the same again in the halls of Hogwarts.
