𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎

Part V

Chapter Warnings: Bit of angst and fluff

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Intrepid Teenage Hero

Part V: The Smartest Witch

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At the sight of Draco and Blaise kissing on the couch, that all too familiar monster roared in Harry's chest, blazing up and sending hot jealousy shooting through every fibre of Harry's body. This was a thousand times worse than when he had seen Dean and Ginny kissing, because this time, as far as he was concerned, Draco was his.

"Blaise Zabini," Harry said, very, very coldly. "Prepare to die."

The couple on the couch broke apart nearly instantly, two heads whipping in Harry's direction. Blaise's eyes got very big.

"Wait, Harry, this isn't what you think!" he all but yelped.

But Harry was already heading towards the couch.

"Get the fuck away from Draco!" he snarled.

Blaise leapt off the couch, dashing behind it so he could use it as a barrier between him and Harry.

"Harry, I know what you're thinking, but I wasn't kissing Draco!"

"The fuck you weren't!" Harry hissed. Some distant part of him registered that Draco was still on the couch, watching the scene between him and Blaise with obvious interest. However, he was too caught up in the rush of jealousy to think about that yet.

"Well, alright, I was," Blaise admitted, cowering behind the couch. "But just for a second! Bloody hell, he kissed me! He was outside the wards just now, I went out, brought him inside and we sat together on the couch. Not two seconds later he leaned forward and snogged me, and the next instant you're threatening me!"

"Too right I'm threatening you. You kissed Draco," Harry said, eyes narrowed and fists clenched.

"He kissed me! You stupid, jealous prat, didn't you hear a word I said?!" Blaise said desperately.

Harry had nearly reached the couch when Draco unexpectedly stood up. He took the remaining few steps towards Harry, until he was standing right in front of him.

Then to Harry's enormous surprise, Draco reached out, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and yanked him down into a deep kiss.

At the familiar feel of Draco's soft lips against his own, Harry couldn't help it; he completely melted into the kiss. His hands came up to cradle Draco's face, and then to run through the silky blonde strands of Draco's hair. He'd thought he might never have the chance to kiss Draco like this again, and now here Draco was, in the living room of the Burrow, kissing Harry as if his life depended on it.

Suddenly Draco wrenched away with a triumphant snarl.

"I knew it!"

And as he spoke, both his hands connected with Harry's chest as he shoved Harry away with surprising force. Harry, caught off guard, went stumbling backwards, legs tripping and sending him sprawling onto the floor.

"It was you, wasn't it?!"

Harry looked up to see Draco towering over him, pointing down and glaring fiercely.

"It was you," he repeated. "And it's been you all week."

"How can you -"

"I just kissed Blaise, and then I kissed you. And I can tell that it's you I've been kissing all week, Potter. You two kiss nothing alike! Oh, I should have figured it out sooner! I knew Blaise could never top like that!"