Do You Remember?

The Confrontation

Hey everyone! I know I haven't posted in a while, I've had writer's block, but I finally got around to finishing this, so I hope you enjoy!

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Draco was beyond shocked. He couldn't move or even breathe. Harry Bloody Potter was kissing him! His rival. The Savior of the Wizarding World. The one he has always wanted, but could never have.

His hands traveled to Potter's hair, and to his waist like he wasn't in control of them anymore. His forehead smashed into Potter's round glasses. He opened his lips slightly just to be surprised by the warmth of Potter's tongue not a moment later. Potter's hands were grabbing at Draco's neck and at his robes and in his hair. Then Potter's lips left his, slowly making their way across his jaw and to his neck. Draco's eyes opened wide in horror before he even realized they were closed.

His hands made their way to Potter's chest and he shoved him away. He desperately wanted to keep going, to never stop. But he knew he couldn't. This was Harry Bloody Potter kissing him for no apparent reason.

"What the hell was that!" they both yelled at the same time.

"You bloody snogged me! I think I should be the one asking!" Draco exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it!" Potter retorted and glanced down at Draco's trousers for just a second, Draco blushed, "And anyway, it was you snogging me just yesterday!"

"WHAT?" Draco shouted, then immediately clasped a hand to his mouth, hoping no one in the Great Hall could hear them. He was surprised his eyes hadn't fallen out of their sockets yet from gaping so much. If it wasn't Potter, Draco might believe that he forgot a snog. But this was Potter.

"I think I would have remembered that Potter," Draco sneered, then immediately regretted his statement. All he needed now was for Potter to know about his unrequited love for him, Draco thought to himself. Or maybe it wasn't so unrequited, Potter did kiss him. Draco pushed that thought away, it opened too many doors that should be kept shut.

"Oh really?" Harry smirked, probably noticing the instant embarrassment Draco had painted on his face.

"Don't think you're so special Potter," Draco tried to retract, "I'm not some man-whore," Draco attempted to recover smoothly but flushed harder. Why could he not keep his calm?

"Then how did you forget?" Potter narrowed his gaze.

"I did not forget anything," Draco sneered, "You must want me so bad that you imagined it!" Draco almost cringed at his incompetence with words right then.

Was that a blush on Potter's face? Could what Draco just said be true? No, it could not. He just imagined the color on Potter's face, Draco assured himself. The green-eyed boy rubbed the back of his neck. His messy mop of black hair was dripping onto his forehead, almost covering his brilliantly green eyes. Why does he have to be so sexy? Draco whined in his head.

"If you really don't want to be with me, you should have just said so," Potter glared Draco straight in the eyes. His voice hitched at 'be with me', which Draco found cute, although maybe just a bit pathetic. Potter's tone seemed to be more hurt than angry, "But you decided to lie about it like the coward you are!" He shoved Draco square in the chest and turned to go back to the Great Hall. But Draco's hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks.

"I wish I could remember, Potter, but I really can't," Draco half-whispered, he tried to look as honest as possible, which he should be able to do considering he is a Slytherin, and a Malfoy at that, but he was certain that he was not doing it right.