Don't You Dare Tell Anyone About This - A Drarry One-Shot

Don't You Dare Tell Anyone About This

Oh fuck.

Here he comes. I keep my head down, then maybe he won't see my face. Crap, no, scratch that - it's my hair that makes me obvious. Maybe take off my glasses? Shit! No, I'm blind. Back on again. I guess we'll just have to assume that getting beaten up is inevitable today. Like most days.

I can see him striding towards me across the grounds. He's got long legs - he's about a quarter of a foot taller than me. His hair is caught in the wind. It's windy today. He used to gel his hair. It was stupid.

What the actual fuck, brain? You go into panic mode and all you can think about is legs and hair.

He's standing in front of me now. I have clear view of his jawline and the top of his neck. His green and grey scarf is loose.

He pulls back his arm ready to punch me square in the face, and thrusts it forwards and I close my eyes - but he hesitates and I open them again. His cold, pale hand slides behind my neck, and into my hair. I need a haircut. He's going to punch me with his other hand.

My hands are sweating, I'm tense, and I'm shaking. Draco's noticed. His cold expression softens and he looks behind and around him to see who was nearby, even though he knows I'm the only one who ever comes here. He comes too, to beat the heck out of me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Lips. Draco Malfoy's lips, and they're on my lips. I repeat this is a lips on lips situation.

My damp palms reach for his waist and he twitches at the contact, his long legs pressing together. His now warmer hand pushes further into my too long hair and his other hand is on my cheek.

My eyes are closed, and my lips start to move against his. What the actual hell is happening?!

As I grasp his waist tighter, he decides to deepen the kiss. Oh shit. This is a heck load better than getting beaten up.

After what seems like an hour, I gasp for air.

"Merlin's beard!" I gasp.

"Merlin's pants..." Draco agrees, then his eyes widen as if he had just realised something. "Don't fucking tell anyone, alright Harry Potter? Don't you dare tell anyone about this."

I nod my head violently, then take my hands from his thin waist.

Oh fuck.