The First Kiss 💋 drarry [⏹]

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Harry was parking his bike and locking his beloved one and only bike when a group of girls passed by. He quickly lowered his head further. Blame his reflexes that were too well-trained to avoid the judgmental looks of the girls. That was according to Harry, not according to Ron, whose eyes followed wherever the beautiful girls went. Okay... but don't think Harry's abnormal because of his antisocial behavior.

Come on... Harry's reaction was not excessive at all. Considering he was on the list of the most avoided bookworms to date. Adding to that his outdated glasses and braces that made him look like a kid. And which high school sophomore still brings homemade lunch to school? For Harry, there were only two women in the world, his mother and Hermione, his main rival when it came to library attendance.

Speaking of his mother, Harry wasn't sure if he would meet that super busy woman again today. The question of whether he wanted to be picked up or not always seemed like a formality. The woman rarely kept her promises. So did his father. James Potter, the most professional FBI agent from England. Always involved in various dangerous cases and so far always successful. If you ask if Harry is proud? Yes. But if you ask if Harry is happy? The answer is no.

Harry even forgot when his daddy last came home. Um... maybe last Christmas? Or the year before that? Or maybe the year before that again? Ah... it's pointless to try to remember.

"What's for lunch today, Harry?" that's Crabbe's voice, next to him is another chubby guy as far as Harry remembers named Goyle. Oh... and behind the two eating giants who love to tease him, there's Draco Malfoy, the Ice Prince. Believe it or not... Harry is not the gossiping type. But even though Harry doesn't want to know the rumors that young Malfoy is the primary target for a date this year... it's no longer a secret.

Harry just walked past the three of them. It's unusual for young Malfoy not to join in mocking him. Usually, he's at the forefront. Earlier, Harry glimpsed him seriously reading. Maybe because the exams were coming up soon. At least Harry could breathe a little easier with the sanity of the blond when exams were approaching.

Next, he passed a row of third-year classes. Since last year, he always felt uncomfortable every time he passed by them. Whose fault was it? Harry wanted to shout loudly and blame the London Physics Olympiad Verification Committee system from last year for mistakenly placing him on the list of second-year students. It made him eligible to participate in the Olympiad. The support was divided between Harry and Cedric Diggory. Even though at the beginning, the whole school, except for Hermione, supported Cedric—Ron even accused Harry of bribing the committee through his father. After the first round, Harry proved his abilities, and well... he gained the trust of his friends again.

Well... even though it didn't eliminate the sarcastic glances from Cedric's class, especially when Harry, not Cedric, won the gold medal. Harry always wondered how he could survive if he had to pass through the third-year corridors every day. Just consider that God loves him enough, that's why he's still alive until now.

Ahhh... But did Harry gain additional friends after that uproar? Once again, no.

"Mate?" Ron nudged the messy-haired teenager. His bad habit of daydreaming was one that often made Ron—the only friend Harry had—nervous. Because the teenage boy could easily hurt himself if his mind wandered.

"Yes?" he responded promptly once he snapped out of it.

"Pay attention to your chemistry book. We might not be paired today. You know Mr. Snape's practical assignments are never a joke..." Ron's whisper was met with an awkward nod from the teenager.

He was too preoccupied thinking about the news about Cho Chang—a transfer girl from Korea—who, according to gossip, had just broken up with Cedric. So, what did that mean? Did Harry have a chance to approach the girl he had admired since last year? Okay... this is quite sad, but Harry himself is sure the answer is no. Cho Chang knew that there was a creature named Harry Potter sitting in the same class as her, and that alone was worth celebrating.

"Alright, as planned..." and well... even if the whole world forgets their plans, a man named Severus Snape will never forget to complicate the lives of his students. Whether it's assignments, sudden tests, or well... chemistry experiments that are sometimes beyond reason. So, the most frequently repeated question is... When will the extraordinarily genius Professor Dumbledore—headmaster for the past three decades—replace Severus?

"Only God knows what will happen next..." while Severus flashed a twisted smile that, according to the students in the class, was intimidating enough. He closed the attendance book and started walking around after explaining that they would practice gold plating.

And even though the gold—which seemed to come from nowhere—that their teacher brought was carried by him, and all the techniques for this practice were explained in such detail, Severus never forgot to leave at least one radioactive element in his class.

"You fetch the materials from the storeroom. I'll take care of the equipment." Harry complied. No other reaction except to immediately stand up and head to the room mentioned by the young man. Well... so it's already guessed what kind of radioactive substance Prof. Snape created this time?

Yep! Draco Malfoy was paired with Harry Potter.

Even though not a single reaction tube had been heated, the atmosphere in the class suddenly became tense. Yeah... and hot. Two arch-enemies united in one team. At least Harry chose to be wise by obeying all the demands of the blond teenager beside him. It seems that three B grades made him feel that he shouldn't waste this opportunity. And the owner of the ash-colored irises had no intention of losing his record of straight A+ grades just because of that round-glasses guy.

Well... until the entire team collected their practice results. There were no sparks at all. Perhaps Severus this time really didn't put any miscellaneous radioactive substances. Well... as long as the thin lips of the two teenagers didn't start insulting each other, there were no explosions of reaction tubes in the class today.