todo comienza en primer año, dos chicos, uno rubio y el otro pelinegro , se odian a muerte o es lo que aparentan, tan diferentes por fuera pero tan parecidos por dentro, nadie se lo imaginaria.
no se conocen hasta que entran en el gran comedor, juntos con muchos chicos y chicas mas, se podría decir que... ¿odio a primera vista? o mejor , A-M-O-R ...
Han pasado ya varios años de disputas y peleas, cuando de la nada, en clase de pociones algo golpea la nuca de Harry , para el cual su primer pensamiento no es: quien lanzo esto o que es o porque, simplemente se pregunta,porque aquella persona tiene tan mala puntería , a decir verdad ese día se encontraba un poco sensible.
"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."