Disclaimer: J. wishes she had united Harry and Draco in cannon, and thereby gave permission to me to do so here. No, but really; I don't own it. (And in case you're really dense, no, I don't have permission to write this, either. Call me a rebel.)

Warnings: Slash kissing. Boy cooties; yuck.

A/N: Still taking prompts! :D

Prompt: Favourite

"What's your favourite flavour?"

"Why?"

"Because I don't know yet. And I don't like not knowing things about you."

"Chocolate," said Harry, smiling across the table at his boyfriend. It felt a little surreal to call him that. After all, they'd been Auror partners and friends for a few years now and bitter rivals before that, at Hogwarts. It had taken the realisation that naming your cat after your crush and not being able to confess your feelings was a little pathetic to spur Harry into action. He still wasn't used to the fact that Draco Malfoy, former nemesis and the Auror department's resident hottie, was now his boyfriend.

He'd been so nervous when he first asked Draco out. He tried four times before finally succeeding; each time he asked Draco out, the blond Apollo had assumed he meant as friends. Since they hung out almost every night anyway, it wasn't really any different. It was on their fourth such "date" that he blurted out the truth.

They were at the a nice muggle restaurant – nothing too fancy, but not too shabby, either – enjoying a few drinks together after their meal, when Harry had finally downed enough liquid courage and worked up the nerve to confess.

"I didn't ask you to come with me because we're friends, Draco," he said .

Draco was silent a moment. He looked genuinely confused. "Why, then? What's up, Harry?"

Harry shivered. He loved the way his name sounded on the other man's tongue. 'Focus, Harry, focus,' he said to himself. He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair; a bad habit he just couldn't seem to break.

"I don't see you as a friend," he explained calmly. "In fact, I never really have." Draco's face hardened and his grey eyes took on a steely glint.

"Really," he said in a cold voice. "I thought we were past this whole 'rivalry' thing, Potter." He sneered Harry's last name, and Harry's heart sank as he realised that this was going very badly. Perhaps a little less liquid fortification for them both would have been a good idea when broaching the subject. But the damage was done. It was time to charge ahead blindly, hoping against hope that his luck would hold. It was time to be a Gryffindor.

No, he reflected, chastising himself. He needed to run damage control first. Get a handle on his tongue before he made the situation worse; fall back and regroup, and try again another day.

"I'm crazy about you," he said. No! he thought frantically. What happened to 'fall back and regroup'?

Draco blinked at him. He leaned forward. "What did you say?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.

This was not the way it was supposed to go. Harry blinked and tried to think fast, but his liquid courage was now working against him. His brain and his mouth seemed to be going off in opposite directions; even as his mind frantically scrambled for a way out, a way to maintain his dignity, his mouth continued shooting off.

"I like you, Draco. A lot. In fact, I like you so much I named a cat after you. I bought a cat, just so I could name it after you; pretty dumb, huh? But I like you. A lot." Harry was aware that he was rambling but couldn't seem to stop. It was like watching an accident; he could see it happening and felt the horror rising within himself, but could do nothing to stop it. He blinked a few times. "I really, really like you," he added unnecessarily.

Draco was staring.

"See, even when I thought I hated you, I couldn't help noticing that you were hot. I pretended that I wasn't attracted to you, but I was. And then when we started becoming friendly with each other, I started to like you. More and more the closer we got. I couldn't see you like a friend because I was too damn attracted to you, and –"

Whatever Harry had been going to say was cut off, as Draco abruptly stood up, leaned across the table, grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him in for a bruising kiss, right in the middle of the restaurant.

Draco's lips were soft and when Harry opened his mouth it was all sliding tongues and clacking teeth and it was wet and sloppy but somehow even better than he had imagined.

His brain wasn't really registering anything but that glorious kiss, until Draco pulled away. Then he struggled to process the fact that Draco had just kissed him. In public, no less.

Draco looked straight into his green eyes and smiled. "I've been wanting to do that," he said. "Since Hogwarts."

Harry laughed out loud for sheer delight, and Draco pulled him in for another kiss.

"Harry? Harry, come on, love, wake up!" Draco sounded amused. "Merlin, what on earth were you thinking about?" he asked as Harry blinked. "You had this big, dopey smile on your face. You looked ridiculous."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco. "I was thinking about our first kiss," he admitted, cheeks colouring slightly. He knew Draco would take the piss for him being such a sap.

Harry tried to remember what they had been talking about before he got caught up in reminiscing. Maybe he could distract Draco from teasing him.

"What's your favourite flavour?" he blurted, as the blond opened his mouth to mock him. Draco's eyes sparkled with mirth, and he leaned forward and kissed Harry soundly. It was less messy and desperate than their first kiss, but no less passionate.

Draco pulled away, a soft smile on his lips. "You are," he answered.