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They didn’t kiss much on the lips. It wasn’t something Draco really enjoyed. The thought of having someone else’s lips on his own freaked him out more than anything.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t tried either. In the beginning of their relationship they had talked about it and Draco had wanted to try. But even then, it just never felt right.
“You don’t have to show your love by kissing me, Draco,” Harry had said, that lovely smile of his on his lips.
They had been sitting on the couch, Draco in Harry’s lap. Draco’s head had been leaning on Harry’s shoulder, defeated. He had wanted to try again and yet…
“I’m not normal,” Draco whispered softly. His eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn’t look at Harry. He couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in those eyes he loved so much.
Harry’s arms tightened around Draco’s waist. “You are normal, love,” he said. His lips brushed against Draco’s neck, making Draco squirm in Harry’s lap. His neck was very ticklish.
“Harry,” Draco said, lifting his head so he could look at his boyfriend. There was no disappointment in his eyes, no anger in the way his lips curled into a smile. There was only love and so many other emotions Draco felt suddenly overwhelmed. “Harry…”
“Shh, my love. It’s okay.” Harry pulled Draco closer until their foreheads were resting together. “It’s okay.”
Draco was trembling, his eyes closed. Harry’s love was overpowering. There was so much of it. Draco wasn’t used to that. But still…
He loved every second of it.
Slowly, he opened his eyes again and was met by two soft emeralds looking right back. And that’s when he realised that it all doesn’t matter. They didn’t have to kiss on the lips to show how much they loved each other. There were many other ways to do so.
Beneath him, Harry laughed quietly. His hand moved to cup one of Draco’s cheeks as he leaned up, his lips brushing the skin of Draco’s forehead.
“Oh.”
When Harry pulled back Draco’s forehead felt all warm and tingly where Harry’s lips had brushed against it. He moved his fingers over the spot, a bright smile slowly lighting up his face.
“I…” he started to say but was cut off by waves of happiness flooding through his veins. He leaned back a little, his arms flailing around as he tried to find the right words to say what he was feeling.
Harry laughed again, throwing his head backwards. His shoulders were shaking with mirth, a dimple appearing in his right cheek. “You’re impossible, darling,” he said through his laughter.
“Hmm”, Draco hummed, his eyes focussing on Harry’s forehead. He leaned closer. “I think I like forehead kisses,” he whispered as he leaned closer and placed his lips against Harry’s forehead.
Oh yes, he definitely liked them.