"Wait, so let me get this straight. You kissed Harry Potter," repeated Blaise for the umpteenth time. "No, you blithering idiot, he kissed me," said Draco, rubbing his temples. "Why would he kiss you, of all people, in the first place..." wondered Blaise out loud, staring at the ceiling as if expecting answers to drop from the sky. "Am I not worth the attention of Harry Potter?" Draco practically shouted at the top of his lungs, not realising that everyone in the Slytherin common room was now staring at him.
Blaise's eyes widened in horror. "Draco, you might want to be a bit quieter," suggested Blaise, as he stared sheepishly around the room, pleading with his eyes for everyone to pay no heed to what had just been proclaimed. Draco looked around at the eyes who were now trained on him and went red. He scowled and everyone, realising that they did not want to get on the bad side of Draco Malfoy, went back to minding their own business.
Harry rubbed his temples. This getting was too much for him. As soon as Ginny had excused herself to the library, the interrogation had started. Hermione had gotten up from her seat, fixing Harry with a disdainful stare that would have made Snape proud. Ron on the other hand, looked like he was going to fling himself at Harry if Hermione weren't standing between them. Clearing her throat, Hermione started, "You can stop acting now, Harry. We all know that you didn't mix up the place to meet Ginny. To even think of dragging Ginny into whatever you're doing."
"You're clearly hiding something, mate," burst out Ron, adding fuel to to the fire. Just as Harry was about open his mouth, Hermione started again, "I thought that after Voldemort we agreed to stop lying to each other." Hermione actually looked close to tears, voice breaking, eyes getting glassy. A stab of pain went through Harry's heart. Ron shot out of his seat and was at Hermione's side in an instance. Harry was now convinced that something was going on between the two.
"Well, when were you guys deciding to tell me? I'm clearly not the only one with secrets around here!" gestured Harry at the both of them, who were practically in each others arms. Hermione began to open her mouth, probably to come up with a witty explanation, but it was Ron who spoke up. "Harry, we ourselves are just starting to figure out what this is," he said as he took Hermione's hand in his. Harry looked between the both of them and groaned, running a hand through his raven hair.
He had no right to get angry with them. He himself was going around and snogging Draco Malfoy. How wonderfully fucked up this whole situation was, he thought to himself. "I can't handle this right now," Harry said, waving his hands around. Without letting them defend themselves anymore, Harry stalked out of the Gryffindor common room, wishing that he could maybe go back to a time when his biggest problem was getting through Potion's class.
Draco was pacing. He couldn't sit down, not at this time. His mind and heart were warring with themselves. Part of him had enjoyed the kiss, while part of him just wanted to get rid of the memory of it forever. Draco didn't know which part to listen to. To be fair, they both had very convincing arguments.
Blaise was seated on the bed, watching the ever-perfect Draco Malfoy become undone by a single kiss. It was, in actuality, quite worrying to see Draco in such a state. Draco was not an emotional person; at least he didn't show it outwardly. And here he was now, getting flustered over a kiss, from what Blaise had gathered, hadn't been very long or very enjoyable. While it was definitely fun to see Draco so frustrated, Blaise couldn't confidently say that Draco's mood wasn't making him uncomfortable.
Sighing, Blaise decided to step in and help the blond. "You know you could just ask Potter why he kissed you in the first place," suggested Blaise, hoping that the fellow Slytherin wouldn't hex him. Draco stopped his worried pacing and turned towards Blaise, "I think that is the smartest thing that you've ever said." Practically flying, Draco ran out of the room, in a manner that any other Malfoy- especially his father- would have looked down upon.
Harry didn't know where he was going. Probably the Great Hall. Wherever it was, he just wanted to be far away from Draco, Hermione and Ron. Scratch that, Harry would have loved to be far away from everyone at this point of time. Harry heard footsteps and immediately turned around, wand at the ready. His reflexes were still fast, as if expecting Voldemort to show up any second. This person however, was much worse than Voldemort. It was Draco Malfoy.
Maybe he could make a run for it. He couldn't apparate in Hogwarts. Oh, how he wished he could. He would rather see Dolores Umbridge than the perfect face of Draco Malfoy. Why was the world trying to fuck with him today? Why couldn't he just have a normal simple life, where his only worry was trying to finish his Transfiguration homework? Why, why, why...
Why was Potter scowling? Most people looked at Draco with either fear or admiration. Nobody scowled. What could have possibly gotten Potter so pissed off?
Then it came to Draco. He hadn't returned the kiss. That was probably what had gotten on Potter's nerves. Well then, Draco would have to explain to Harry that while Harry was undoubtedly a very good kisser, Draco was with Snape. No, that kind of comment would undermine his point completely. But Draco still didn't know how he felt about Harry. It most definitely wasn't love, yet Draco couldn't shake the feeling that he had a deeper sort of affection for the Gryffindor.
Draco shook his head. He would not let his feelings get tricked just because Potter had planted those ever so perfect lips on his. "What do you want, Malfoy?" sneered Harry, clearly about to blow a fuse. "You kissed me, Potter. I should be asking you that question," Draco found himself retorting cockily. The raven-haired boy quickly swallowed his reply and stared open-mouthed at Draco.
"Clearly, I make you speechless in my presence, as I do to most people. Though I may be charming and absolutely jaw dropping, said people, don't normally try to pin me against a wall and kiss me. I mean most people do desire to press their lips against mine, but they usually don't do it," said Draco, rambling on about his obvious perfection, but come on, who could ever resist the Malfoy charm?
"So you see what I'm saying Potter. Why in Merlin's name did you kiss me, aside from this of course," said Draco elegantly gesturing to himself, giving a sly smile.