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Kiss

In which Harry kisses Draco instead of Cho

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"Alright guys, I think that's all for today. Enjoy your holiday!"

Everyone in Dumbledore's Army said their goodbyes and left the Room of Requirements.

Well, everyone except Draco Malfoy.

I think everyone was a little shocked when Draco asked to join Dumbledore's Army. Last year, after Cedric's death, Draco just wasn't the same. He didn't make fun of anyone, even me. He was quiet, and became distant from his friends, even Crabbe and Goyle. Then we found out that he'd befriended Luna Lovegood and started telling her everything. He came clean about everything. His father, the death eaters, the Dark Mark, all of it. His father had plans to make Draco a death eater too, but that what before he saw, truly saw, what he'd be doing. I think watching Amos cry over his son's body is what really made his realize how wrong he was to go along with his father's plan.

Draco and I were the only ones left in the room. 

I walked up to Draco. He was staring at the mirror in the room, looking at his own reflection. Years ago, I probably would've made some snarky comment about this, but now I just felt bad. As I got closer, I realized he had not been looking in the mirror, but instead what's on the mirror. A newspaper cut out of Cedric. Right. Of course he feels bad. He supported his father, who supported Voldemort, who helped him come back to life. 

I stood next to Draco for a moment until I finally got the nerve to speak.

"Are you okay? I saw Umbridge was giving you a hard time."

He nodded, staring at me. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think she knows why I quit her little group. Don't worry, though. She still can't find any real evidence on us."

I nodded again, wishing this wasn't so awkward. I never really talked to Draco before. I mean, really talked. No teasing or rude names. It was out of our comfort zone but... it was also kind of nice?

I stared at him a little longer. I wanted to kick myself for not seeing earlier that he was crying. He wasn't anymore, thank Merlin, but his face was tear-stained and his eyes were bloodshot. I noticed Draco wasn't really looking at me anymore, but above my head. I followed his gaze until I saw what he was looking at.

"Mistletoe." He said.

"Yeah, mistletoe..." I turned to him and he did the same. "We don't have to if you don't want-"

He cut me off almost instantly with a kiss. 

It lasted longer than expected. It was also better than anything I could imagine. Not that I imagine kissing Draco a lot. That'd be weird.

"Sorry... I should've asked..."

I grabbed him by the scarf and pulled him in for a second kiss. When I pulled away, he stared at me intently.

"There," I said, re-adjusting his scarf. "Now I suppose we're even."

"Yes, I suppose so."

He picked up his bag from the floor and leaned in to kiss my cheek. The mistletoe was gone already. I placed my hand over it. "What was that for?"

Draco smiled, the first smile I got from him in weeks. "So you'll have to make us even again. Happy Christmas, Harry."

As I watched him walk away, there was only one thing on my mind. Draco Malfoy had just kissed me, not once, not twice, but three times in one day. 

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

*Bonus: The Golden Trio's Convo about the Kiss™*

"Well? How was it?"

Harry sat on the floor next to the fire in front of his friends. He was still in a bit of a daze after what had happened. Draco Malfoy kissed him, and actually seemed the enjoy it. He watsed no time telling his friends, and now they wanted all the details.

"Wet." Harry answered. Ron and Hermione both looked at him funny. "I-I mean, he was sort of crying." Harry added quickly.

Ron laughed. "That bad at it, are you?"

Hermione hit him lightly on the shoulder. "I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory."

Harry very helpfully contributed to the conversation by nodding.

"Besides," Hermione continued. "Draco spends half his time crying these days. Luna said so herself.

"You'd think a bit of snogging would've cheered him up." Ron said, looking at Harry. He had kept the part about Draco kissing him again to make them uneven because not even he, really, knew what it meant.

"I'm being serious, Ronald!" Hermione countered. "Don't you understand how he must be feeling?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, then at Hermione, clearly conveying that no, they did not know how Draco must be feeling.

Hermione sighed, annoyed. "Well, obviously he's feeling sad about the part he had in Cedric's death, and therefore confused about liking Harry and guilty about betraying his father and most of his fellow Slytherins. Conflicted because Umbridge is threatening him into rejoining The Inquisitorial Squad and betraying D.A. and frightened of failing his O.W.L.'s because he's so busy worring about everything else."

Harry and Ron stared about her is disbelief.

"One person couldn't feel all that." Ron reasoned. "They'll explode."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon."

The three of them stared at each other for a moment in complete silence. Then Hermione began to laugh. Followed by Ron. Then followed by Harry. And for a moment?

Everything was okay.

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You know you have too many ideas when you have more drafts than real chapters 😭

I'm very bad at endings but it's 3 am so I guess I get a pass