Just some Harry Potter things

Drarry One-Shot

Nothing is changed, but their feelings; Harry had been crushing on Draco since the Yule Ball, when the Slytherin couldn't have looked hotter. And Draco had started this "inappropriate" attraction a year before. Now, after three years, Harry finds Draco crying in the bathroom.

The door creaked and Draco looked in the mirror. His face was wet from tears and water, his cheeks pink (which he found more than embarrassing) and his chemise crumpled. And, behind him, who could stay if not Harry Potter?

Only one thought traversed his mind: "Now." While he still could. While he was still showing feelings, other than pride and hatred.

'Expelliarmus!' he shouted, catching Harry's wand. Then he approached, his heart pounding in his chest. Harry just watched him, more like curiously, with no intention of backing off or even talking.

Draco put his wand in his back pocket, showing the other boy he didn't want to attack him, still walking towards him. It felt weird being so close to Potter and not having his wand ready to cast a spell. But, of course, he hadn't wanted to express his feeling for Harry before.

"Now or never." When the distance between them was nothing more than inches, Draco covered Harry's cheeks with his hands and kissed him, just for a couple of seconds – he needed to focus for that, though. Then he let the Gryffindor go, leaving the wand in the back pocket.

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'Mischief managed,' Harry whispered in front of the door. Behind it was an empty classroom and a very... embarrassed, perhaps? Draco Malfoy. The memory was still playing in Harry's head, causing a warm thrill down his spine, in his stomach, his whole body.

Harry shook his head and opened the door, revealing, as expected, Draco, sitting on a desk, staring at the ceiling, probably thinking about what he'd done minutes ago. A part of Harry hoped he didn't regret it. "But why would he, after all? He's the one who kissed me."

'Potter!' Draco stood up in a second, looking more embarrassed than before. "Someone like him shouldn't blush," Harry thought, not only because Draco was pale (he looked cute, though), but also because of his blood. Harry had always thought of Draco Malfoy as confident and proud of his actions, including kissing a boy from the rival house.

'Can we talk?' Harry asked. He had decided to leave the hatred and the insults at the door. It had been another part of Draco that had kissed him, not the pure-blooded, arrogant self Harry had got used to.

Draco nodded. 'What do you want?'

He wasn't blushing anymore, confidence was clear on his face, though it didn't reach his eyes. He was still thinking of that moment, that short flame between them and the reason why he had kissed Harry. Didn't Malfoy hate him, his friends, house and family?

'Can stop doing this?' Harry said.

'Doing what?' Draco replied, clearly caught off guard with the question.

'Acting like a pure-blood.' Harry sat on a desk, in front of Draco. 'I want to talk to the Draco that kissed me minutes ago, not the one who would hex me any second.'

'That person doesn't get to see the daylight often, I thought you knew that.'

'Why?'

'Because he's weak. When I kissed you... Part of me told me I was weak. I'm not supposed to show any feelings. That's how I have been raised and there's also...' Draco rolled up his sleeve, revealing a tattoo of serpent and a skull – a Dark Mark. 'This.' He looked at Harry, who was trying to hold back his shock; he had always suspected that Malfoy was a Death Eater, but being right and seeing the Mark because Draco had showed him? That shocked him more.