Secrets and Spells

Intruder

For all its peace the Gryffindor common room usually possessed, everything changed when a Slytherin entered. Or more so, when a Malfoy entered. The portrait opened and no one thought any differently. Everyone was preoccupied with their own things: card games and chatting. It wasn't until Neville Longbottom gasped and pointed to the portrait that any attention was drawn. Sound boomed through the room and rose like a thunderstorm. There was a Slytherin in their common room! The horror of it! The nerve he had! Naturally, Neville was the one to blame since he had been the first to talk to Draco, but then Harry entered the room and faces turned to him. It was common knowledge that Harry and Draco did not get along. Gryffindor's "Golden Boy" would sure know what to do, right? Half of the room gasped and dropped their jaws while the others furrowed their brows in confusion as Harry's lips curled into a smile. He rushed across the room and pried Draco from his angry housemates. Harry tried assuring them that Draco was fine to enter. He had given him the password and poor Neville had nothing to do with it, but they did not understand. What in the Wizarding World would make Harry Potter trust a Death Eater's son? That was when Draco reacted for the first time since he had entered the room. He slid his hand behind Harry's neck, the whole common room held their breath, ready to avenge whatever harmful thing he was going to do to Harry. Then, he pulled Harry's face to meet his eyes. He narrowed them at Harry, and that alone made Potter's toes curl. Draco studied Harry's face, reaching his hand up to touch his bead, feeling the sandpapery grizzle. He placed his other hand on the small of Harry's back, drawing his body closer, so they are pressed against each other. The heat from Draco's body seeped into Harry's skin. Draco drew his lips together and heatedly pressed them against Harry's. All of the Gryffindor's hoped that Harry would pull back in disgust and curse him, but that never happened. Instead, he pulled away and slipped his arm around Draco's waist, fitting it to the curves of his body. He muttered a soft apology to the room and headed up the stairs, the Slytherin following behind him. Everyone in the common room was shocked. How can Harry possibly love his enemy?