Kiss Me | Drarry

Kiss Me

Harry was just a teensy bit bored. His friend Hermione managed to convince him to come to a party that Draco's friend, Blaise, was hosting.

"You need to put the past behind you," she had said with a pleading smile.

Harry begrudgingly agreed. Now, he was in some really expensive suit that Hermione made him buy. That money wouldn't be able to be returned that easily. It fit him great though and even Hermione caught herself staring. Harry couldn't stop admiring himself in the mirror and didn't even think of his hair.

"Potter! I mean, Harry. Sorry. You're looking quite sharp. But you should probably, er, go to the bathroom and fix your hair," Blaise told him as they shook hands.

Blaise didn't seem that bad. He was quite charming, in fact. Rather attractive too. He looked around for a bathroom before heading towards it.

He bumped into someone and quickly said, "I'm sorry!"

There a bit of a confusion as he made his way to the bathroom again. He went in and looked around. It was like a public bathroom but a lot cleaner and classier. He went to look at himself and turned on the sink to wet his hands. As his hand went up to fix his hair, someone bursts into the bathroom, cursing loudly.

"Son of a bitch! Fucking Pot-"

"Hello," Harry calmly said as he was noticed for the first time.

In his tracks stopped Draco Malfoy. One of the people that basically made Harry's childhood horrible. Draco looked at him, bewildered, before the familiar glare settled on his face.

"Potter," he spat out as he stepped towards another sink.

Something had spilled on his suit jacket. It was probably something that Harry knocked into. Harry wet his hand again and went to try to fix his hair. He was adjusting his hair, looking at himself in the mirror when Draco's voice rang out.

"Leave it. It looks fine like that."

Harry turned to stare at Draco who was looking at him. He had taken off the suit jacket and was only in his long sleeve shirt. He was...very handsome. Draco looked down to see what he could do to fix the stain. When he looked up again, he made a face.

"What are you staring at? Enjoying the view?" He retorted.

Harry felt his ears grow hot as he quickly turned. He ran his hand through his hair various times. Why did he find Draco so captivating? It wasn't the first time that he found himself not being able to look away from Draco. It happened a few times throughout high school. His friends urged him to not get invested or anything but every now and then, Harry would feel a small fluttering in his stomach. It wasn't that small now. Draco sighed and covered his face. Harry looked over in concern.

"Potter, do you have any idea on how to fix this stain?" Draco asked, a pink tint forming on his paler face.

"Sure thing. What happened?" Harry asked as he approached the suit jacket.

"You bumped into a young woman and she spilled a bit of her drink onto my suit jacket. Thanks, Potter," Draco replied.

"Sorry. I'm gonna go to Hermione. I'm pretty sure she has something. I'll be right back, Draco," Harry said before stepping towards the exit.

As soon as he stepped out, Hermione bumped into him.

"I thought you left! You could've answered your phone!" She scolded him.

"First of all, you took my phone and put it on silent so that I wouldn't be goofing around on it during the party. Second of all, do you have anything for stains?" Harry said.