i realised i'm starting to slow down on the update because i barely have any time to think about what i'm gonna write about, so i think imma be closing this book once it reached 140 chapters
now, as usual, my favourite no strings attached au, slight harry/blaise, harry/astoria, harry/pansy, mention of smut but no smut written, hurt/comfort, fluff? mentions of love potion
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Out of nowhere on a Saturday morning, Hogwarts found one Harry James Potter running down the corridor, away from his gaggle of fans that had been chasing after him, wanting to poison him with a bunch of Love Potions. The bad news for Harry was that Ron and Hermione were off on a date in Hogsmeade. The black-haired male knew he had to find a way to make them leave him alone.
And fast.
His eyes darted around the slightly empty hallway with panic when he saw Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson talking to each other. Don't say I didn't try at all with your Inter-House Unity plan, McGonagall, Harry thought the moment an idea struck him. He halted to a stop in front of them and both Slytherin eyed the Golden Boy with scrutiny. "Is there anything we can help you with, dear Saviour?" Parkinson asked, eyebrows raised.
"I need help. I'll owe you one. I know you Slytherins don't do favours without getting something in return. I promise that I'll do whatever you want. No questions asked. Now, either one of you. Kiss me," he rushed quickly, feeling jittery when he could hear the giggles of his... admirers from around the corner.
Zabini and Parkinson eyed him before looking at each other, silently communicating before Zabini decided to do it, pushing him against the wall the moment the group of girls saw him-
and kissed him.
The girls gasped in shock while Parkinson smirked by the sideline, leaning on one foot while she watched the drama unfolded itself.
Now, if Zabini was such a bad kisser, Harry wouldn't have such a problem of being kissed by a good-looking bloke. The dark-skinned male had his hands on the shorter's waist, pulling him against the warm fit body. His lips were soft and had a taste of watermelon on them as if he wore a watermelon flavoured chapstick. It was filled with passion and yet it had that sweetness to it that he really enjoyed. Harry closed his eyes, silently deciding that he could enjoy this while it lasts and wrapped his arms around Zabini's shoulders, reciprocating the kiss.
"Was that good enough of a kiss?" Zabini asked in a deep tone once they pulled away from each other. Harry watched him in a daze before blinking, only noticing that the girls were long gone, leaving Harry with the two Slytherins. "Enjoying it that much, were you, Potter?" Parkinson smirked, making Harry blushed bright red. Thinking that it had no harm for being honest, he nodded a little shyly. "You're one hell of a great kisser."
"How cute. A praise from the Saviour himself. You owe me one, Potter," Zabini grinned and pecked him on the lips one last time before he left with Parkinson.
Only then Harry realised that his amazing kiss with Zabini would definitely make the front page of the Daily Prophet by tomorrow.
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"YOU SNOGGED BLAISE ZABINI?!" Ron bellowed, gaping at the front page of the Daily Prophet, just like Harry had predicted would happen by the next morning.
Saviour of the Wizarding World and the Heir of Zabini Snogged in the Corridor of Hogwarts Grounds?!
Everyone in the Great Hall was silent, looking at Harry with wide eyes except for Zabini and Parkinson, who raised their goblets at him calmly. Nonchalantly, Harry shrugged, deciding to play it on. "It was one hell of a kiss, I had to say," he admitted out loud, trying not to smirk at Ron's hilarious expression. "It was hot. I heard he was a great kisser. Very charming in bed. Not that I bedded him. Yet," he looked towards Zabini with a flirty smile, who smirked back at him. "I mean, I was bored! You and Hermione went on a date. What was I supposed to do? Study? Of course not."
