"i'm sorry," draco panted, without breath. "i had detention with mcgonagal. i swear." he said it with such an odd look in his eyes that harry chose to believe in him. "it's ok," harry lied. relief flooded dracos face. "i didn't expect you to believe me."
there was an awkward moment of silence. "so…" draco started. "whatcha wanna do?" kiss you harry thought. and then suddenly he couldn't stop thinking about kissing draco malfoy. "er- i don't know, any suggestions?" "well, just the one," draco said, moving closer.
draco towered over harry, their chests only a few inches from each other. is draco going to kiss me? harry couldn't help but think. or maybe i should. "you should wear your hair messy more often," harry smiled. "it looks good on you." he grinned. " oh yeah?" malfoy said playfully. "maybe i will."
malfoy cupped harry's face in his hands. he leaned in and kissed him. harry did not pull away. instead, he kissed him as well. their mouths merged for what seemed like hours, but not in a tedious way. in the end, they sat under the tree, bruises already forming on their necks and cheeks.
in the morning they showed no sign of any fact that they were with each other practically all night. they avoided each other's glances and stared down at their plates of food. but harry noticed draco's hair wasn't slicked back with gel as usual. it was messy, and stood on end.