Pearls and Fire whisky | A Harry James Potter love story

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His kiss was gentle, his lips soft. And while he had grabbed me with force the first moment his lips had touched mine, his grip on my cheeks had loosened seconds later.

It felt as if my heart was going to explode, feeling a tingling sensation wherever he was touching me. And as much as I appreciated the gentleness in him, after all this longing I craved more. So I kissed him back, my fist knotting in the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer against me. My tongue slips inside his mouth, tasting a hint of butterbeer. He groans against my lips and starts kissing me back with more force, walking me backwards until I suddenly feel the cold stone of the wall pressing in my back, our lips never leaving each other. His hands drop down to my waist, pulling me even closer, leaving no space between us.

I had imagined kissing him countless times these past couple of weeks, but none of my imaginations came even close to how amazing it felt right now.

He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against mine. We were both breathing hard, our lips swollen, our cheeks both flushed red. We just stared into each other eyes for a little while, savoring the moment for as long as we could.

"I really like you Zara," he whispers.

I pressed my lips against him again, a small peck this time.

"I really like you too."

He squeezed my waist lightly before letting go of me.

"I'm going to hate myself for saying this, but I need to get back to Hermione," he sighs.

I let go of him as well and nod, feeling horrible for having forgotten about Hermione. Her tear streaked face emerging fresh in my mind. I wondered what could've happened for her to be so upset, as she looked absolutely crushed.

He planted a kiss on my cheek, a smile on his face.

"I will write you in the morning, okay?" he says as he walks away, his pace a little faster than usual. I stay in the hallway a little longer until he is out of my sight, before I slowly make my way back to the dungeon's, a huge smile plastered on my face. I touch my still swollen lips with the tips of my fingers as I walk.

We had kissed.

We had finally kissed.

"Zara?"

I let out a little scream, stunned by the sudden voice. I let my hand drop and look to my side, seeing Draco in the moonlight, holding a rather large package in his hands.

"What is that?" I ask him, nodding to the package. It was wrapped in some dark wrapping paper, making it look like a gift.

"Why are you out this late?" he asks me, ignoring my question.

"What's in the package?"

"Did you go see Potter?"

"Who's it for?"

"He must've been glad he won tonight, although I've heard he won by pure luck," he sneers.

I roll my eyes, annoyed that even Draco couldn't help but mock the winning team. Why must men always act like little children when it came to sport?

"He played really well actually, the entire team did."

"Right," he snorted.

"If you are so concerned if the Gryffindor team won fairly, maybe you shouldn't have quit yourself."

He didn't answer me this time, instead he just nodded, looking irritated. He looked at me for a little while longer and then just turned around and started walking. I walked after him, only a few meters in between us. He was too proud to stop and wait for me to catch up, and I was too stubborn to walk a little faster. When we were at the entrance of our common room, it almost looked like he was waiting for me, holding the door open, but when I was almost in front of it he let it slam shut.

"That little shit," I scoffed.

I opened the door myself and saw him taking a seat next to Blaise on one of the couches. There had been a lot less people now than when I had left, but it was still quite crowded. The atmosphere had luckily changed, there was some music playing, people were playing games and I could hear laughter from all angles of the common room. I see Pansy, Daphne and Theodore sitting on the ground next to the fireplace when I walk closer to Blaise and Draco.

I sit down next to Pansy, who immediately throws her arm around my shoulder.

"Did you fulfil your mission?"

I could smell the fire whisky on breath as she spoke to me. There were small, empty glass bottles scattered all over the floor, making me grin. I guess she didn't keep to the one shot she did with me.

"I did," I whisper back.

"Good girl, I'm proud of you. I will be expecting full details tomorrow."

She suddenly grabs another small bottle of fire whisky out of her bra and places it in my hands.

"Had to protect this one with my life from these vultures," She says.

"Please, you drank most of them," Daphne laughs.

"I will cherish every drop," I say while opening it and then taking a sip.

"Where were you?" Blaise asked, looking at both me and Draco.

I tried thinking of an excuse, but luckily Draco already had an answer.

"We were at the owlery, wedding stuff," he lied, petting the package that he had resting against the side of the couch.

Our eyes met, and we both smiled. No matter how annoyed we were with each other, we would always have each other's back.

Draco mentioning the wedding seemed to spark a lot of excitement with Daphne, who started bouncing up and down.

"We should definitely go dress shopping during winter break. I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress," she exclaims.

"Yes, we must!" Pansy says, getting enthusiastic as well.

I tried to keep a smile on my face as the girls started discussing what style of dress would suit me best, but it was hard to pretend to be excited about the whole thing. I looked at Draco again as I throw back the last bit of my fire whisky, feeling my stomach turn as I feel reality kick in.

It was only two more weeks until winter break would begin and I would spend the entire holiday at Malfoy manor.

Luckily the wedding wouldn't be until the summer, but I am sure preparations would be made this break, as I can only imagine how grand of a wedding it would be. At least if it were up to our mothers.

Now that things were getting more serious with Harry, I had to talk to him about it as well. He must've heard the rumors going around, yet he had never asked me if they were true, or about my relationship with Draco.

I wish I was back in the hallway with him, and so while everyone else continues talking about the wedding I just close my eyes for a little bit and think back about the kiss we had shared, feeling a genuine smile growing back on my mouth once again.