Drarry AI Oneshots

Practicing Perfection (Continued)

Draco's soft laugh faded into a lingering smile, and Harry felt a warmth bloom in his chest-a nervous, thrilling sensation, like standing on the edge of something wonderful. The air between them crackled with unspoken potential, and Harry could tell Draco felt it too.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Draco's grey eyes flicked between Harry's, as if searching for something-hesitation, doubt, anything to stop what was about to happen. But Harry had none of those things. All he had was certainty.

He took another small step forward, close enough now that the edges of Draco's robes brushed against his. "Can I kiss you?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Draco's breath hitched, the tips of his ears turning pink. "You're asking permission now? That's a bit out of character."

Harry grinned, heart pounding in his chest. "I figured you'd appreciate the courtesy."

Draco's lips twitched in amusement, and then-so softly it felt like a secret-he whispered, "Yes."

Harry didn't waste another second. He closed the distance between them, tilting his head just enough for their lips to meet.

The kiss was tentative at first, both of them still testing the waters. But then Draco sighed into Harry's mouth, his hands fisting lightly in the fabric of Harry's shirt, and Harry deepened the kiss without a second thought.

Draco tasted like mint and something sweet, and Harry could feel every ounce of emotion swirling between them-years of tension, misunderstandings, and unspoken feelings melting away in that single moment.

When they finally pulled back, both of them slightly breathless, Draco's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were softer than Harry had ever seen them.

"Not bad, Potter," Draco murmured, a smirk curling at the edges of his swollen lips. "I might let you do that again."

Harry grinned, his thumb brushing lightly over Draco's cheek. "Oh, I'm definitely going to do that again."

They ended up leaving the Ministry together, walking side by side through the cool night air. It felt surreal-being here with Draco, the person he'd spent so much time fighting and bickering with, now the one he couldn't stop smiling at.

They didn't talk much on the way back to Harry's flat. There was no need. Every glance, every brush of their hands, said more than words ever could.

When they finally reached Harry's door, Draco gave him a sly look. "Well, Potter. Are you going to invite me in, or are you planning to leave me out here to freeze?"

Harry chuckled, pushing the door open. "I thought you'd never ask."

Inside, everything felt easy. Comfortable. Draco draped his coat over the back of the couch, and Harry busied himself making tea, though his hands trembled slightly with the giddiness still buzzing through his veins.

When Harry turned back around with two steaming mugs, Draco was leaning against the counter, watching him with that same small, genuine smile from earlier-the one Harry had accidentally complimented.

Harry set the mugs down, a soft laugh bubbling from his chest. "You're doing it again."

Draco raised a brow. "Doing what?"

"Smiling like that." Harry stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Draco's body. "It's kind of unfair, you know. Being this beautiful and not telling anyone."

Draco rolled his eyes, though the pink creeping up his neck betrayed him. "You're insufferable."

Harry leaned in, brushing his nose lightly against Draco's. "Yeah," he whispered, "but you like me anyway."

Draco hummed softly, the sound vibrating through Harry's chest. "Unfortunately."

Then, with the kind of confidence only Draco Malfoy could manage, he closed the remaining distance between them, capturing Harry's lips in another kiss-this one deeper, more certain, and filled with every promise they hadn't spoken yet.

Harry smiled against Draco's mouth, knowing that this, right here, was only the beginning.