The hallway

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The hallway on the second floor...
Such as long, mysterious, and distant.
By the way, people usually don't walk here because there was no reason to: all the cabinets were in another part. Seemingly, somebody left the hallway empty special for them.
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Once again being nervous after the DADA, Potter was going forwards, before he admitted that he is in that hallway. The distant one. To his surprise, Harry saw another fragile figure of a blonde, that opened the window and was smoking incompletely.
–Potter, Potter, Potter, what did make the Boy-who-lived come here?–mockingly asked Malfoy.
–Felt by my heart, that an idiot is wasting cigarettes,–rudely answered Harry.
–By heart?–Draco half-arched his eyebrow.
Potter rolled his eyes and came closer to the blonde.
–Don't make my eyes with about the acid, let me teach you,–weary said guy,–here, you take one, put it between lips, you can use your teeth too but it's not obligatory. Then take the lighter,–brunette took off a curiosity fro his pocket,-strike it to cigarette and light it.
Harry pushed somewhere, the flame appeared and the cigarette lit up.
–Then you drag, but bit by bit and slowly. After that, you exhale. Continue it, until the cigarette burns to the ground.
Potter dragged it a few times and lend it to Draco, who unbelievably looked at him.
–Come on!
Malfoy sniffed but did all as Harry said.
–A bit of practicing and you will smoke up like a storm,–jokingly said Potter,–won't you be afraid of Snape finds out?
–Nope. He doesn't care until it on Slytherin but you will be grounded.–thoughtfully said Malfoy.
–Are you caring about that?–smirked Hary.
Draco gave him a nonplussed sight. Everything petrified with the guys. Time stopped going, running and hurrying. It is enough right now. Better say over-enough.
A blink of an eye.
A fucking blink of an eye and they went crazy.
They lost their minds.
Thick, cold marble lips fiercely grabbed chubby rose ones and they entwined a kind of a professional tango, dominating each other.
Seemingly, they weren't here. Not in the hallway on the second floor but somewhere near a sea. Breeze twirled their hair like putting their heads and blessing their kiss. They wanted to scream because of happiness, which rapidly filled up their chest.
–Won't you afraid if someone sees us?- cunningly asked Malfoy.
–I don't give a fuck,–somehow said Harry and kissed Draco.
Fuck the rules. Fuck society. Fuck Hogwarts. Now there are just two of them, their love ant the hallway on the second floor.