all the wrong choices // drarry

lock

"Please don't tell me you need justification for that -" Draco smirked a few seconds after their lips had parted.

"Oh, sod off," Harry laughed. He glanced at their hands, which were still intertwined at their side. "So... What happens next?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. I've never been on a date before. I've never held hands and kissed on a date and had to think about what happens next."

"I've never gone on a date like this before- Well, once ..." Harry thought of the time he and Cho had gone to Madam Puddifoot's on Valentine's Day. "-but it was nowhere near as wonderful as this. It was disastrous, actually."

Draco laughed. "Well, I'm glad you don't think this was disastrous."

Harry couldn't help himself: he kissed Draco again. It was just as short as the last; he couldn't let himself get lost in it, as they were in public.

"Watch out, Potter," Draco grinned as they broke apart again. "That's four times we've snogged, now. If you think it had to mean something after two, this must be driving you mad-"

"Oh, fuck off ," Harry sighed through a wide smile. "Let's go back, I'm cold."

Draco nodded and led the way back up the path. He let go of Harry's hand once they were back on the road adjacent to the High Street.

"Given the way you just snatched your hand back, I take it you don't want me to tell anyone about this?" Harry asked quietly, his eyes on the ground in front of him. "Don't worry," he added, before Draco could reply. "I wasn't going to anyway."

"I'm sorry," Draco breathed. "It's not that I don't like you - I do, I really do... I just don't want people to know yet."

"I can understand that," said Harry reasonably. "And I'm fine with sneaking around if that's what you want to do."

Draco glanced at Harry as they walked past Honeydukes. "I'd like that. And I appreciate you agreeing to keep it between us."

"As long as I get to snog you..." Harry smirked.

*

Harry and Draco climbed through the hole behind the tapestry some fifteen minutes later. The common room was quite full, so they were sure to stand a safe distance apart. Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione were not among the eighth-years dotted around the room, and assumed that they were still with Hagrid. He decided to use this to his advantage and followed Draco into his room after confirming that Pansy was sitting with Blaise and Theo in a corner.

"This is risky , Potter," Draco murmured as he led Harry to his dormitory. Harry said nothing and closed the door behind them. He pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the door. "Colloportus. Muffliato."

"It's so easy for someone to unlock the door," Draco worried, biting his lip.

"Hopefully they'll have the decency to realise that whoever's locked the door wants privacy," said Harry, turning away from the door and pulling off his jacket. Draco did the same, clearly still anxious about somebody coming in. His concerns soon left him, however, for Harry instantaneously threw his arms around Draco's neck, attacking his lips and kissing him fiercely. Draco staggered backwards, falling backwards as his legs hit the footboard of his bed. He landed on the mattress softly, Harry's lips still on his own. Harry pulled away momentarily and propped himself up on his elbows, then dipped his neck and kissed Draco again, this time with more passion than he had ever put into a kiss before. Draco gasped through the kiss, and Harry took advantage of Draco's open mouth by slipping his tongue past Draco's lips. He was greeted by Draco's tongue, which pushed boldly against his own. Harry hummed in pleasure, savouring the sugary taste of Draco's mouth from the sugar quills he had been sucking on all afternoon.

Harry continued to kiss Draco, stopping only to gasp or catch his breath. It felt like hours had passed when the door suddenly flew open, and Harry and Draco jumped apart, Harry crashing to the floor after flinging himself off of Draco. They looked up to see Pansy walking across the room coolly, bending over her trunk and rifling through it.

"I'm just getting my Charms book," she said to them as she pushed her belongings aside in search of the book. "I won't tell anyone."

She finally located the spellbook and pulled it out of the trunk. Draco stared at her, so mortified that she had walked in on him snogging Harry Potter that he couldn't even bring himself to speak. Pansy turned around and frowned at them, the book in her arms, narrowing her eyes at Harry, who had his tongue out and his hand on the back of his neck; something he did when he felt awkward or uncomfortable.

"Why's your tongue green?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Harry went scarlet and he turned to look at Draco, with whom he exchanged terrified looks before turning back to Pansy and taking a deep, shaky breath.

"Whatever, I don't care," she said, smirking, as he opened his mouth to reply. She strode to the door, but before she disappeared into the corridor, she turned, with one hand on the doorknob. "Cast a stronger Locking Charm next time," she suggested. "Amateurs."

With that, she turned on her heel and marched off, pulling the door shut behind her. Draco and Harry stared at the door, both of them still shaking from the shock. Draco broke the silence by turning to Harry and clicking his tongue loudly.

"What did I say? I said someone could break through your Locking Charm. And what happened? Someone broke through your Locking Charm."

"Spare me the lecture," Harry grumbled, getting to his feet. He stuck out his tongue in the mirror on the wall: it was indeed green.

"She won't tell anyone, will she?" he asked, looking at Draco in the mirror.

Draco shook his head. "Nah, we're alright. She isn't much of a gossip, Pansy. Besides, I'm her best friend so she has to keep this to herself."

"I'm still not going to tell Ron or Hermione," Harry decided. "They'll overreact, I know they will."

Draco shrugged. "Very well."

Harry hesitated, glancing at the door. The mood for snogging had vanished, and Harry was suddenly reminded of the mountain of homework waiting for him. He walked over to the edge of Draco's bed and bent down, kissing him softly.

"We will resume this another time," he whispered. "Thanks for finally asking me out."