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"You're mad," Draco hisses. "I can't."
"Don't be such a sore loser. A bet is a bet. Go!" Pansy insists.
"You'll pay for this." Draco glares at her before walking to the Gryffindor table.
"Potter, can I borrow you?"
Surprisingly, Harry complies and rises from his seat. Draco grabs his wrist instantly, dragging him to Pansy and Blaise.
Draco halts in front of them. He takes a deep breath, and then he turns to face Harry, who looks very confused. Before his bravery evaporates, Draco closes the distance and captures Harry's lips in a soft kiss.
"See, Pansy, you're—" Draco is cut off by another kiss.
Harry smirks. "You said borrowed. I just helped with the return."