Just some Harry Potter things

Drarry O-S #2 (Valentine's Day special)

There's nothing but a fragile friendship between them, a game of "Truth or Dare" in the Slytherin Common Room and a hidden and smoldered love. So what?

'Potter, your turn,' Blaise said. 'Truth or dare?'

'Dare.'

Blaise smiled mischievously and turned to Pansy, who was resting her head on a green pillow next to him. She'd had only a glass of Butterbeer and maybe a sip of Firewhisky, but it was, after all, about 1 o'clock in the morning. Nobody could blame her for being exhausted.

She opened her eyes and started whispering with Blaise, deciding Harry's fate for the night. Something was telling him he shouldn't trust Slytherins, but Harry shook off the feeling. They'd all agreed to leave the hatred in the past for that night. There was no danger.

Blaise asked something and Pansy nodded, then leaned against the couch and closed her eyes.

'Okay, I've chosen,' said Blaise. 'I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Your choice.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'For how long?'

'Fifteen seconds,' answered Pansy.

Harry gulped and looked around him. He didn't have much of a choice; the only girls remaining were two Slytherins he didn't know, Pansy, Lavender, Parvati and Hermione (Ron had his arm around her waist to make it clear she wasn't an option). Ginny had gone to sleep about ten minutes before, but Harry doubted she would have agreed to kiss him after their short-term relationship.

He decided to go for boys, but, again, there weren't many options. Maybe Blaise – he was okay, all dark. And there was Draco too – he looked like always: blonde hair ("probably as soft as silk," Harry thought, though he didn't exactly know why), pale skin and gleaming silver eyes. He was leaning against a green couch and was looking at Harry to see whom he'd pick.

The Gryffindor turned to Draco, who raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Pansy opened her eyes and Harry could swear he saw a smile on her lips. Ron, sitting with his girlfriend next to them, looked surprised, and Hermione was trying to hide her smile.

'I hope you won't hate me after this,' Harry said.

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Just shut up, Potter.'

He came closer and kissed Harry in a fluid move – Harry barely had time to close his eyes. Probably Draco just wanted it to end quickly; unfortunately, it didn't depend on them.

The time seemed to slow down, melting. Draco's lips were soft, but Harry tried to stay focused, to ignore the addicting taste of mint and a bit of alcohol, the slow move on his lips... Only fifteen seconds, only fifteen seconds, only... Damn it. He decided to let Draco count the seconds; it was impossible.

They parted and the kiss seemed to have lasted more than fifteen seconds. But who cared? Harry had just kissed Draco Malfoy and, for Merlin's sake, he liked it.

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'Potter!'

Harry turned around, leaving the conversation with Ron about Quidditch. He quickly scanned the crowd, spotting him, him, on the stairs, walking towards them.

Draco had avoided him since their kiss last week. They would only see each other in classes, but none said anything. And, in the first days, Hermione kept glancing at Pansy, smiling or rolling eyes, the other girl doing the same – after those coded signals, she would advise Harry to talk to Draco, or at least say hello. He refused.

Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest as Draco approached. He didn't know what to do – as if his brain was blocked. He kept looking at the other boy: his blonde hair could easily be spotted in the crowd. His pale skin, Harry remembered, was soft, and his eyes... Harry found it hard, again, to focus on anything but that shade of silver.