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The Courtyards

Harry pov

I walked out into the courtyards. Empty. Everyone was supposed to be in lesson so I suppose it was normal that nobody was here, but it felt odd to have no other presence around me. I wasn't often alone I guess. You can imagine why.

So yes, everyone's supposed to be in lesson. Why aren't I in lesson you ask? I simply didn't feel like it.

Since the war I've started to care less and less for my education, which apparently everyone seemed to care about apart from me. I just skip a few lessons here and there, and I've been less motivated to study, big deal.

I scan my eyes around the courtyard, looking for a place where I can just... relax. But then something catches my eye. Okay, so maybe I wasn't alone...?

I fixate my eyes upon a certain blond slytherin which everyone had their fair share of familiarity of. To be honest, it's better I get this off my chest now rather than later. He. Is. Fucking. Hot.

Before the war Malfoy was known as more of a bully, mean sort or guy, but after the war he... changed? He had to have flipped the script or something because just wow.

A few seconds passed and I seemed to have not noticed that I'd been eyeing him for what felt like forever. Judging by the look on his face, it seemed like he noticed it before me.

"You gonna stare at me all day or actually come sit next to me?" He asked casually. He was staring up at me from his book.

I didn't say anything. Instead I awkwardly strolled my way over to him, before taking a seat next to him on the wall. He seemed oddly... dazed, but I still kept my mouth shut.

He stared into my eyes and I stared straight back into his. But fuck, nobody ever told me how hard it was to keep eye contact with someone. Or maybe that was just some kind of of effect Draco had...

A few more seconds passed and he looked away from me. I'm counting that as a win. But now we were sitting in silence.

I guess he got bored of the silence though, because he quickly decided to break it. "What on earth are you of all people doing out of lesson Potter?"

I looked down at my hands, somehow feeling a little ashamed of myself. Malfoy always somehow made me see things differently. Things in ways no one else could make me see them. He sounded almost disappointed?

"Nothing... I just... didn't feel like sitting by a desk for an hour I suppose." I respond, relaxing a little more now that the awkwardness started to die out.

We were sitting shoulder to shoulder, no gaps between us. I didn't mean to sit that close to him, but no way in hell was I about to move away from him now. Fuck no. Especially because it seemed like he didn't have any plans to move any further away from me either.

I heard him scoff and of course, I had to speak. "What? Got a problem or..." I didn't mean to be that mean to be completely honest, but for now we were still enemies, so I had to hold my ground. Everything between me and him was a competition after all.

He turned to face me again tyand did he get frustrated or even just a little annoyed? Absolutely not. He had the hottest smirk on his face, an eyebrow raised in question.

It took him a second to speak, "Little hot headed are we?" He finally spoke, that same look on his face.

I rolled my eyes in response. I wasn't gonna forget what kind of hell he forced me through. "Yeah well you're you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" His face changed. He wasn't angry though, no. He was confused instead.

I whisper a small "nothing" and look away. I couldn't bare those eyes of mercury any fucking longer. That's what I thought at least.

A cold palm suddenly pressed against my cheek and forced me to face him. Fuck.

"Tell me." He spoke, colder than usual.

My heart was racing. To be honest, it's tough to admit, but I may or may not have had these sort of thoughts running through my mind for some time. I mean in my defense, who wouldn't think of Draco Malfoy that way... you know?

I froze up and stared at the eyes staring back at me. They contain something more than mine. Something which had more... desire than mine.

A few seconds passed and he spoke again, "Potter?" It'd been an awkwardly long time for me to have not spoken. I'm somehow so much more talkative in my dreams I suppose...

I internally face palm out of sheer embarrassment. What the hell is wrong with me? I open my mouth to respond but freeze as Malfoy inches closer and closer.

Our lips were so fucking close I could practically taste them already. His soft breathing gently ran over my face, and I simply couldn't understand how he could keep such composure in a moment like this.

I wanted to close my eyes and let it happen. But what if he was fooling me? So many thoughts run over my head at once. But then it happened.

While dumb me was busy in my damn head, Malfoy actually had the guts to do something. He pressed his lips against mine, closing his eyes. I know it only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity to me. And I still wanted it tk last longer.

I closed my eyes, letting a strange feeling of warmth take over. I'd never felt this way before. Not with anyone. Not when I had my first kiss with Ginny. Not during my kiss with Cho. This was different.

His hand found it's way up to my cheek and he slowly tilted his head to the side, only making this all the lot better. Before I knew it a tongue swiped against my bottom lip and it felt so fucking necessary to let his tongue slip inside. It was the most heated moment of my life. Seconds passed. But then it was over.

He pulled away, his soft lips leaving mine. Fuck how I wanted that again. But I was afraid I'd never be able to tell him that.

He gave me one last peck on the lips before speaking in a deep voice, "I expected you to pull away if I'm being honest."

I responded with a smirk on my face, trying my hardest not to show just how nervous I was on the inside, "Did you want me to?"

"Fuck No."

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