It was Las Vegas. We were stupid, reckless, and in love.

Slytherins as a whole are often the most misunderstood people. As soon as students see a snake symbol on your robes they deem you as cruel or evil. Delilah Rees was one of the many Slytherins that realized this stereotype and despised it with a burning passion. Sure she could be rude to Gryffindors but that's only when they would judge her before she could open her mouth. However, there was one Gryffindor in particular that made her skin crawl and fists clench in fury. This Gryffindor was the one and only Fred Weasley, or as she liked to call him "Weasel".

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."