Kiss Me | Drarry

Deux

"So what happened in the-"

"Dear god, not again. I'm not telling you! Quit wasting your time and mine!" Draco exclaimed after shutting the door in Pansy's face.

"Blaise isn't telling but he clearly said something happened between you and Potter. So, either you can tell me-"

"Obviously not happening!"

"Or saint Potter can."

There was a silence as Draco stared at the door, horrified. Pansy can't- shouldn't- go to his place. It would be a truly embarrassing experience if Potter came around and asked what the big deal was. Draco weighed his options before sighing melodramatically and opening the door to reveal a smug looking Pansy.

"Damn you," Draco said before she walked past him.

"So what happened in that bathroom?" She asked him.

"I'm pretty sure you know the gist of it," he said, trying not to make it a big deal.

But it was a big deal. It was a huge deal because who would've guessed that saint Potter kissed him of all people in a bathroom where anyone could've popped into. If Pansy knew, she probably would spread the word and reputations could dangle on a line.

"I mean, anything could've happened. Ooh! Let's start with something big! You saw his cock, didn't you?"

"No!! No, I did not see his- why would you suggest such a thing!!" Draco exclaimed loudly in utter horror at the thought.

Not complete utter horror because if Blaise hadn't interrupted, who knows what could've happened. Draco's face flushed pink at the thought, making Pansy yell out loud.

"Holy shit! You did see it! Oh my god I knew it!!"

"No! Remember that I always do dates before I do them," Draco said, rolling his eyes when Pansy laughed.

"As if. But what happened?" Pansy whined.

Draco only laughed at her. Why should she know? She was nothing but a prat. Then again, they were friends but Draco didn't want to give her such privileged information. Draco sighed.

"We kissed. That's all," Draco mumbled out quickly.

"Sorry, what? Could you repeat that?" Pansy said, getting nearer.

"Nothing," Draco quickly said.

How should he break it to her?

"Potter had stained my shirt and I demanded that he cleaned it some way or another. And him being such a coward actually listened to me. He tried making small talk and just to appease his puny attempts, I talked with him," Draco told her, hoping to convince her.

"You know, you get really extra dramatic when you're trying to distract the other person," Pansy told him.

Draco stared at her with pursed lips, internally cursing at how well she knew him. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I am telling the truth though. We did talk...and stuff," Draco told her.

Pansy looked at him with an expectant answer. When Draco didn't say anything, she motioned with her hand to continue.

"And stuff?" she finally asked.

"And stuff."

She groaned. Draco went to sit down on one of the chairs. He pulled out a pillow from behind him and put it on his lap. He rolled my eyes as Pansy sat on the chair next to him.

"What sort of stuff though?" she asked.

It was beginning to bug him but alas, there was nothing he could really do.

"I was upset because he had caused someone to spill their wine on my suit jacket. It was expensive!" Draco explained. "I asked if he could fix it."

"And then he shut you up by kissing you."

"Not exactly..." Draco trailed off, reminiscing on the events leading up to the kiss.

"Draco..." Harry trailed off as Draco turned to look at him.

Harry didn't even think before he pulled Draco into a kiss. There was a muffled sound of surprise but it was obvious that Draco didn't object. Harry didn't know what to expect from the kiss but it was better than anything he's ever experienced. He shivered when he felt Draco's hands pressed against his lower back, pulling him even closer. Harry's hands cupped Draco's face as the kiss got rougher-

"Oh my god Draco. I don't know what happened but that little smile you have on your face tells that it's a good thought.

Draco didn't even realize he was smiling but he couldn't help his ears from turning pink. Pansy smiled amusedly at him, making his cover his mouth and look away.

"Ah, Draco. Little do you know but that was the softest I'd ever seen you smile. Except for that one time back in sixth year when Potter had fallen on top of you. God, you couldn't stop smiling."

Draco felt his cheeks grow hot. This time, he felt the corners of his mouth turn upwards.

"We had started talking about that...that day. Well, I brought it up 'cause I still haven't repaid him. He wouldn't accept anything so I tried to come up with something else," Draco opened up to her.

She nodded as she listened on. Whatever smile was on her face vanished when Draco mentioned that fateful day. Draco stopped talking and played with the edges of the pillow. Pansy sighed.

"What happened next?" she asked, thinking that there was gonna be more talk about 'that day.'

"He kissed me," Draco simply said.

Pansy's eyes grew wide and she let out a yell. Draco closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"Dear lord," he muttered.

"Oh my god!! What did you feel? What were his lips like? Was he more dominant or submissive? Was he-"

"Woman, calm down. I felt like I was floating above the clouds. Saint Potter was kissing me. What else was I supposed to feel? And I'm not answering the other questions."

He shivered when he felt Draco's hands pressed against his lower back, pulling him even closer. Harry's hands cupped Draco's face as the kiss got rougher. Harry gasped slightly as Draco pressed him against the counter.

"There's that little smirk! Lemme guess: you liked being dominated by saint Potter?" she asked with a smirk and a wink.

Draco struggled to come up with words as his face turned into a light pink. He couldn't help the images of Potter on top of him come to mind. Pansy just laughed loudly.

"You know, maybe I should go to his house and see how dominating he could be," she said with a thoughtful tone.

"Don't you dare," Draco blurted out.

"Wow, look at you being all jealous," Pansy laughed. "Well, that's all I needed to know. Have a nice day! Also, don't have too much fun in the bedroom with your hand. Blaise may come visiting. G'bye!"

She strutted out, obviously pleased with the information she got. Draco still sat on the couch, pretty flustered with the images he had going through his mind.

"Bedroom it is, I suppose," he muttered to himself as he stood up and headed toward his master bedroom.

He locked the door behind him.