Brewing Trouble (Drarry)

A Small Prolouge:

A blonde boy stood, looking overhead at what seemed to be a body of glistening and magical water. The small waves that the lake caused felt refreshing, along with the breeze that felt, oh so very nice.

Footsteps were heard from behind, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Malfoy"

"Potter" Draco acknowledged and held out his hand, waiting for the scar-faced boy to grab it.
Harry smiled and took the warm boys hand.

"Next time... don't brew anymore trouble"

"Oh but Potter, that's what got us in this situation" Draco sneered and heard Harry laugh.

"True... means that I can do this"

The green eyed boy turned around, only to face the grey and warm eyes that he loved so much. Harry took Draco's hands in his and leaned forward, closing his eyes along the way.
Draco smiled before leaning in as well, heart racing.

Their lips met, producing sparks to run through both boys bodies.
Everything around them stopped and it felt like it could last forever.