"There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin."
That's what Hagrid told him three years ago, the day Harry Potter, the boy who lived, life had turned upside down on his eleventh birthday. Y/n Pucey is no exception to that statement, so how is it that he's caught feelings so quickly for a girl who's no different from her housemates?
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Potter pauses for a moment, staring at me for longer than what's appropriate. His next words are so quiet that I can hardly them myself:
"Do you fancy me?"
My heart seemingly stops, and suddenly, we both stop moving. My eyes meet his green ones, and I see the same things I always do when I look into them; Him helping me at the Quidditch World Cup, him giving me his coat, him placing his hand on mine; I think back to all those nights in the kitchens, in the potions classroom, in the library. I think back to every word, every secret we had exchanged with one another. We knew everything about each other, yet nothing at the same time, and, at the moment, I realized he was much too close. I wanted to pull away. I should pull away, I think to myself, but... I stay put, frozen in place as I attempt what I think is a smirk.
"Never in your wildest dreams," I then answer.
And just like that, his lips land on mine.
"You know what Potter... I think I'll take that offer," Draco began, walking closer towards me, backing me against the wall.
"Wait, really?" I looked at him suspiciously. This was the boy who had hated me ever since I declined his handshake when we were 11... and now he was agreeing to help me. Something was up.
"Yes Potter. Really. You said you'd do anything and anything means everything doesn't it?" I wanted to interrupt him there, I didn't mean everything, I opened my mouth to disagree but he carried on talking, not giving me a chance to answer.
" I can use it to my advantage in the future. Who knows when I'll need it?" A smirk appeared on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I felt naked under his glance as I looked at anywhere except his face. Regret filled me once again.
Maybe this wasn't the best plan, maybe I could back out now, and maybe I could just-
My thoughts went blank as I felt a pair of soft lips collide with mine.
Harry Potter could be considered good at everything.... except kissing. When he finds himself crushing on Ginny, who better to teach him the arts of kissing than the Draco Malfoy?
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