Warmth blossomed in my chest, bubbling up and soaring throughout my whole body. After months of doubting Harry would come back, doubting that he loved me at all, crying because I wanted him, now was the moment I knew. I was more sure about this than anything else in my life.
I was undoubtabley, unconditionally in love with Harry Potter.
"Rose," He whispered. The feeling burst inside me, and before I knew it, I was running towards him, happy tears rolling down my face. I leaped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as he swung me around, hugging my waist.
"Harry, Harry, Harry!" I say his name because the I loved the way the sweetness lingered on my tongue. I couldn't believe he was here. He sat me down on the ground, leaving me to look up at him. I touch his face, cupping it with both hands.
"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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