𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 (18+ ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢)

Harry Kissed a Boy

     When Draco walked through the door of The Three Broomsticks, he looked mad. His dark blonde brows were drawn together with an ugly sneer across his light amaranth lips, looking like he ate something rotten. He stomped the dirt off his shoes. As the Slytherin combed his blonde locks off his face, silver eyes landed on me.

     Mad was a typical look for him, but when the storm passed, and the tension in his features eased, I couldn't think of a time he looked more enticing. Bolts of electricity zipped along my skin as he glided across the room. His familiar intoxicating smell pleasantly tickled my nose when he stopped close enough for us to touch.

     "Hi, Harry."

     I'd come up with dozens of witty one-liner greetings to say to him earlier, but my mind drew a blank as I stared at him. I managed to say, "Hey."

     He looked at my half-drunk butterbeer then back at me. "I need something stronger than that. Do you want a refill, or would you like something else?"

     "Whatever you're having," I mumbled.

     "I'll be right back." He floated to the bar. Sliding his pale fingers along its glass battered surface, he leaned close to the Bartender. His enticing body position drew my eyes to his backside.

     The Broomstick's lively music, boisterous voices, and clinking glasses faded away. I wondered if the round mounds are firm or have just enough give to sink my fingers into.

     Draco laughed at something the Bartender said, pulling my attention back to his face. Realizing my mouth was hanging open, I snapped it shut. Grabbing my mug off the worn wooden table, I drank the last bit of butterbeer while keeping my eyes on him.

     The Slytherin pointed to me, and my heart rate tripled, feeling like I was shot with a dart full of adrenaline. He picked up a tray and moved back across the room to sit at the table.

     "Here you go," he said as he set six shot-glasses of amber-hued drinks down.

     "All of those are for me?"

     He chuckled. "Don't worry if you can't keep up, I'll help you finish." His eyes roamed over my body, stopping on my lap.

     Swallowing hard, I picked up a drink. "I can do this. No problem."

     He gulped down one drink then said, "Show me, Harry."

     Taking a deep breath, I silently counted to three, downed my first drink, and then picked up a second one. Heat burnt up my esophagus and caused my eyes to water.

     "It's good, right?" Draco grabbed another glass and drank it without flinching.

     "I can't taste anything because of the burning sensation." I focused on breathing and not bursting into flames.

     "It will pass in a minute." He chuckled.

     Wheezing, I asked, "I can tell you're upset, what happened?"

     His eyes grew stormy, and he slammed another glass against the table after emptying it. "Pansy and her very socially influential grandmother, Katherine Parkinson, insists we be together. Supposedly, we're a suited match, and both females are pushing for marriage soon after graduation."

     My heart squeezed. "I thought you said you aren't engaged?"

     "I'm not." He rolled his eyes and then his shoulders. "They see it as beneficial, you know, because of money, looks as well as being part of the sacred twenty-eight."

     I stared at my Firewhisky, getting sick of the emotional roller coaster from being attracted to Malfoy.

     I jolted as he tapped my foot under the table, then rested his lower leg alongside mine. "Harry?" A smile pulled at his lips. "I'm telling you that I'm not with Pansy, Seth, Sue, or anyone else. I'm single... for now."