He leaned back out when he was out of breath, breathing hard and staring into magnificent emerald green eyes with a visible blush on his neck and face. "I'm.... sorry," he said awkwardly, looking elsewhere but at Potter. He wasn't supposed to kiss Potter, but it was just so tempting... He felt warm hands cupping his cheeks and looked back down at Potter.
"Don't apologize, Malfoy," Potter said softly, caressing Draco's cheeks with his thumbs. He doesn't know why he has his hands on Draco's cheeks, it just happened subconsciously. "I hate to admit it, but that was wonderful, and I'd do it again."
Draco smiled down at Potter, feeling his cheeks burn a deeper shade of red. Potter would kiss him again? That was exciting to hear, and he would like to kiss him again too. "Yeah, it was," he said, biting his lip to stop him from sounding dreamy. "Aren't you with Weaslette though?"
Potter shook his head, "Ginny's like a sister to me, but we're close." Then he hesitated and smirked at the Blonde snake above him, "Why? Jealous, Malfoy?"
Draco narrowed his eyes at him. "You wish," he replied, trying to sound exactly like Potter was back in their second year. He hated when people were right other than himself. He admits that he is jealous. Jealous how Potter can get anyone he wants with just a blink of his eye. But he doesn't want anybody else, he wants Potter and he realizes it now.
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It all starts when Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Blaise Zabini is trapped in the Room of Requirement that has been set ablaze by Vincent's Fiednfyre. What if they get help from three Gryffindor's?
Will it be a new beginning for Draco, or will it all go down in flames?
A story full of humour, romance, (occasional smut), fluff and more!
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It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it.
"Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine.
"Shut up", I whisper.
"McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking.
"I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him.
"And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver.
"You're such an arrogant git".
"And you're a sad nerd".
"Stupid sod!"
"Pathetic halfblood"
"Useless, stuck-up brat!"
And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion.
And I kiss him back.
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This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha
All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life.
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