Somewhat unintentionally inciting a minor revolution was the least of Harry's worries as he crept through the corridors beneath his invisibility cloak, heart pounding so loud he was surprised it didn't echo off the walls. He pushed open the door to the unused third floor classroom, breath catching in his throat at the sight of Draco perched on the edge of the teacher's desk. He looked up, smile more shy than Harry had ever seen from the young Malfoy. "Hi, Harry."
Harry lingered by the door. Seconds ticked by with neither of them moving. Abruptly Harry realised that Draco's little burst of courage that morning had been more motivated by panic than anything else, and if he wanted another kiss he was either going to have to buck up and do it himself, or wait until he got into another life-or-death situation. And while those were becoming increasingly common for him, Harry didn't want to wait.
He strode across the classroom until he was stood right in front of Draco, almost between his knees, the blond boy freezing at the sudden movement. Harry met his gaze. "I'm going to kiss you, now," he warned. Draco didn't move. Harry leaned in.
This time, both of them were expecting it, and it was so much better. Draco's lips were astonishingly soft against his own, the Slytherin's hand resting on Harry's hip, pulling him just that little bit closer until Harry was stood between Draco's thighs, the blond barely on the edge of the desk. Harry heard a faint moan that may have come from him, but also might've been Draco, and when a tongue peeked out and swiped across his bottom lip, he broke away, blushing.
They stared at each other.
"That was… nice," Harry said lamely. Draco kept staring.
"Nice. Nice? That's really all you've got to say?"
"Well I don't know, do I?" Harry retorted defensively. "I've never kissed anyone before!"
That made Draco blink in surprise. "What, really? So… I was your first?" Harry scowled at him; he had been a little busy thus far in his life! Suddenly, Draco smirked. "Maybe we should try it again. See if I can't do a little better than nice." His words were cocky, but he raised a pale eyebrow at Harry before leaning in again, as if to check it was okay with him. Harry did what he'd been wanting to do for months and slid a hand into the soft blond strands at the back of Draco's head, pulling him back in to a kiss.
Just because Harry didn't know what he was doing didn't mean he wasn't keen to learn. From what all the boys in his dorm had said, kissing was something that just… came naturally. Harry had always been skeptical, sure that if it ever came to it he wouldn't know what to do and would make a fool of himself, but Draco didn't seem to be complaining. Harry was too busy enjoying himself to over-analyse every little movement, though having someone else's tongue in his mouth was a bit weird. Good weird, though.
Eventually they had to breathe, and Draco leaned back on one hand, looking up at Harry with hooded eyes. "So you like me, then." His tone was unbearably smug. Harry poked him in the thigh.
"You're not a total prat," he returned cheekily. "And… you like me?" "Despite my best efforts not to," Draco sighed. He reached out with his free hand, capturing one of Harry's and threading his fingers together. "The Boy-Who-Lived and the son of a Death Eater. What will the Prophet say?"
"I don't care," Harry whispered fiercely, wanting to get one thing clear right from the start. "I know it's not safe to be open about… this, not for either of us. But I don't care what people will say when they find out. They don't matter."
Some of the tension seemed to fall from Draco's shoulders. "Good. That's— good." His lips quirked. "I suppose that means I can take the hit to my reputation that will come from being known to fraternise with a Gryffindor." They stayed there for a minute, holding hands and grinning at each other like idiots.
"So are we, like, boyfriends now, then, or…?" Harry trailed off expectantly, unsure how that sort of thing went. Draco gave an ungainly snort.
"Disaster," he declared affectionately. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Harry's once more. "Yeah, alright, Scarhead," he agreed, breath whispering across Harry's skin. "I'll be your boyfriend."
If nothing else came from the Triwizard Tournament — and he was still alive by the end of it — at least it had given him this, sort of. .-.-.-.
Sirius ended the conversation and watched his godson's beaming face fade from the surface of the mirror, then let out a quiet cheer of success. He bounded out of bed, hurrying to the living room and hoping the lovebirds hadn't gone to bed yet. Severus didn't get many chances to get away from Hogwarts, and when he did they tended to lock themselves away in their room for half of it. "Oi, Snape!" he called, finding the pair on the sofa by the fire, both reading. Remus had his bare feet wedged under Severus' thigh. "Our family ties just got closer than ever!"
"I have no idea what you're blabbering about," Severus sighed, looking unimpressed. Sitting down on the coffee table to face them, Sirius grinned.
"Our godsons are snogging," he announced proudly. He'd had his doubts about the Malfoy kid at first, but he was far more Black than Malfoy, and Harry could probably do worse.
The slight uptick of Severus' eyebrow was all the sign he gave of acknowledgment. Remus actually put his book down.
"Don't you think that's information Draco would have liked to bring to me in his own time?" Severus drawled. Sirius shrugged unrepentantly.
"You're a surprised."
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being "As if any of us would be surprised by that turn of events," Remus said dryly, putting his book down. "It's been coming for months."
"Well, the moment has finally arrived. From the sounds of things, seeing Harry put himself in mortal danger made Draco feel all sorts of impulsive, Gryffindorish feelings. He cornered Harry behind that tapestry of Chief Bragge by the Charms room and planted one on him while telling him off at the same time."
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