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He was his enemy, he was supposed to be his enemy but with the spiked up drinks at the Yule ball Harry couldn't help but stare at his rival as he danced around the ball with Pansy Parkinson. The usual sneer on his face was gone and he looked like he was genuinely enjoying himself. It was rare to see Draco Malfoy like this, the arsehole had a bloody date while Harry didn't, his date was also one of the hottest girls in their year—it just wasn't fair. Draco was wearing a dress robe which made him look like a Vicar. But who was he kidding, that suited his heavenly looks.
Harry was in a sour mood watching Malfoy spin Pansy around, it was like the both were in a different world. Were they dating? The Gryffindor didn't know why he was concerned with the Slytherin. This was one of the only nights where he and Malfoy weren't arguing like no tomorrow, so he should enjoy it. Right? Harry just kept on sipping on his drink and zoned out at Malfoy's direction.
Harry's eyes suddenly met Draco's grey ones and they immediately hardened.
'Here goes all my peace.', Harry thought tiredly.
The Gryffindor promptly looked away instead focusing his attention on a certain Ravenclaw girl, who was with Cedric. Both of them suited each other, Cedric with his pretty boy face and Cho with her, well, Cho-ness. Harry felt even more sour and looked away again. He then looked around, wondering where his date had went. He'd seen Ron dance around with one of the Patil sisters but the other one, his date, was nowhere to be found. As Harry looked closer, he found her with some Ravenclaw lad.
Great, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves but him. He couldn't do it anymore, he had to go blow some steam. He got up and swayed a bit, maybe he had too much of drinks. Harry reached for his wand and tried to sober himself, it didn't fully work because he was wasted but his head didn't feel like Hippogriffs rolling around anymore.
He quickly glanced around at everyone, no one seemed to pay any attention to him, some of them still hated him, some were too shy to talk to him and most were well...engrossed with their dates.
[And I left a note on my bedpost]
Harry wished he had brought his invisibility cloak with him, but it was too risky. The Gryffindor hastily got out of the Hall upto the terrace. There were couples snogging in the dark shadows, Harry really didn't want to see that but he had no choice. He went to a more secluded place to just look out at the stars. He heard footsteps and for some reason hid behind a pillar. It was Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, who had her arm wrapped around Malfoy's.
Merlin were they going to make out here?! He did not like the mental image. He couldn't imagine Malfoy genuinely smiling at anyone let alone full on kissing people, but then again he wasn't his closest friend. Maybe there was a Malfoy that was kind enough within all of his outer malice.
[I see only the good, selective memory]
Hold on—what? Harry was definitely drunk because these weren't sober thoughts.
"Are you done? For Salazaar's sake people were staring as if they'd never seen people dance! I even caught Potter looking, why was he sitting alone again? You wager he didn't get a date?", It was Malfoy's voice, he seemed to much lighter around her even though his words were the usual harsh ones...it hit differently—if it made any sense.
[You got a hold on me, I never met someone so different]
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy the attention Draco, your father clearly doesn't give you enough.", Pansy joked, lauging softly. Malfoy's eyes didn't widen, he seemed normal, even chuckling along with her.
What?!
"Oh shut up about my father Parkinson, I wouldn't have come to the ball if you didn't ask me out. I'm already behind on arithmancy and I cannot afford to lose to that slimy Granger. Merlin how I hate her annoying voice. Has she ever thought about shutting up or all she thinks about is books?"
"Has it ever occurred to you that you're You're the exact same? Talking about Arithmancy when you're alone with some girl?"
"Oh shut it Pansy, you know very well I'm better than her. Besides it's not some girl—It's you."
Harry's blood suddenly boiled at Malfoy talking crap about his bestfriend, he was about to come out of his hiding but stopped when he heard Malfoy talking— his voice seemed almost softer, like he didn't care to keep up appearances with her. Harry felt like he was invading a very personal moment.
Harry cleared his throat loudly, informing that someone else was present. He'd almost prefer the both of them making out rather than dealing with this. He watched as Malfoy pinpointed his location in a moment, his head movements made him look like a ferret. Harry almost sneered at that thought before he remembered who he was laughing at.
[You're part of me now]
"Who's there? You— Were you hearing our conversation all this time? Have you no shame! Come out this instant! What are you, a coward?"
Harry didn't like the word coward, especially from Malfoy. The boy had faced Dragons head on, a little embarrassment should be fine. Maybe it was the alcohol in his body but he didn't care what Malfoy thought of him at that moment. Harry boldly came out, his wand close incase he had to use it.
"And I was right, Merlin, why am I not suprised I run into you out all people. It's almost like wherever I go, you're always there. Jealous that I got a date? If you weren't such a freak I'm sure you'd get someone. Although it's too bad no one would want a eavesdropping stupid Gryffindor.", Malfoy's voice was back to it's irritating, mocking tone, gone was the normal tone of his voice, the one he didn't let anyone but his friends hear. But the part about him having no date made Harry rile up.
"I'm suprised you got a date Malfoy, with how far your pointy stick of a nose is up your arse I was sure no girl in her right mind would want you. And I was right, that's why you bought pug faced Pansy Parkinson with you. Having fun being slytherins together? Talking behind people's back? Ofcourse it has to be you, you obsessed freak, don't you trash Hermione enough?", Harry huffed out, his mind felt dazed, he shouldn'tve drunk that spiked drink.
"What? Concerned for your girlfriend Potter? I'm not remotely interested in gossiping about her out of all people. She's not even that interesting. But you are to take that back about Pansy— and for your stalking information she was the one who asked me, not the other way around. She's not even some last resort! Also— why are you even here aren't you supposed to be in the Hall? You're a bloody Champion Potter."
"Hermione is not my girlfriend you duncehead arsehole! I have no interest in watching you suck off your girlfriend's face thank you. And whatever I do is frankly none of your business. Sod off Malfoy."
"It is my business if you're stalking me like some lovesick freak! Also—If Pansy was my girlfriend's we wouldn't be talking I'd already be kissing her. Use your brain Potter I'm sure you have it somewhere.", Yeah Malfoy was definitely intoxicated because he would not say that if he was in his right state of mind. Even Pansy looked taken aback, her entire face went red.
"W-What? I did not need to know what you're going to do if she was your girlfriend! Weirdo.", Harry flushed up at the thought of Malfoy kissing someone, it seemed so foreign to him even though it was really normal.
"Draco—Did you just indirectly say that you would kiss me if I was your girlfriend? You...like me too?", Pansy gaped, her eyes were wide open and she was blushing like crazy, Harry started to feel awkward all over again.
"What? What do you mean 'like me too?' You like me? I—can't say it's mutual. When did it even start? You were so obsessed with Blaise I thought... I- Potter for fucks sake go away! We're trying to have a conversation here, stop being such a stupid git!", Malfoy's ears were...pink. That bloody rat was blushing! Has he never been confessed to? Anyone with eyes can see that Pansy Parkinson was enamored with Malfoy.
Harry stared at Malfoy's face with a new perspective and his cheeks started to warm. What? Harry just shook his head and scurried off. Not wanting to be a part of whatever was going to happen. But he was curious. So he stayed in the Terrace, quite far away from the original place, hoping to hear some shouting.
There was shouting, not the pleasant kind around the terrace. He saw Parkinson rush off with a red face, it was fast but he knew it wasn't a blush but pure anger.
"Great! Now that arsehole doesn't have a date as well. Serves him right.", Harry beamed, he felt really happy for some reason. So happy he'd said the words quite loudly.
"Why are you still here? Have you resorted to stalking me now after annoying me for all these years?", It was Malfoy's voice, the boy had a deep scowl in his face and a red mark was beginning to form in his cheeks. Oh he'd been slapped, the great Draco Malfoy had been slapped!
Harry couldn't help but crack open one of his grins that he saved only for his friends. It was too funny, Draco Lucius Malfoy, heir of Malfoy bloodline, got fucking bitchslapped. Oh this was hilarious, Harry was definitely drunk as he couldn't stop shaking with laughter.
"What's so funny? You literally look so stupid. Are you drunk? I'm definitely telling Professor—"
"No you won't Malfoy, I'd tell them that you were doing explicit activities with Parkinson here. I'm sure Snape would be pleased to know his favorite student is getting some— hey back off!", Malfoy's eyes widened and his ears once again darkened as he understood what Potter was insinuating. The boy stepped closer to Harry in a fury and grabbed his robe's collar pulling his face closer to glare better at him.
"I wasn't doing anything explicit! No one would trust you anyways! Who do you think the Professor would trust? A student who did well at school or a student who has a history of causing terror around the school?", Malfoy was standing a few inches away from Harry.
[You're part of me]
The alcohol was starting to wear off a little because he was starting to see clearly. Malfoy's face was inches apart from Harry and he could feel warm air hitting his cheek. Their height difference was prominent as Harry had to strain his neck a little to look upto Malfoy. The boy's eyes weren't light blue like it appeared most of the time, it was a very pretty shade of grey. His face was sculpted nicely as if someone sat down and decided on making him with the utmost care. Harry definitely wasn't sober if he was thinking about Draco Malfoy like that.
It wasn't like Draco was in a better state. He was also studying his lifelong nemesis' face like he's never seen the other boy before. Draco wasn't sober but he wasn't a lightweight, he has had alcohol in parties before. But he still couldn't help but stare deep into Potter's eyes. They were green, his favorite colour. Even the shade matched, it looked like an emerald was cut and placed as his eyes the way it shone under the moonlight. His cheeks were suprisingly flushed red, from the cold perhaps? Or was it anger? Or...? Draco had a hard time figuring out.
He made the mistake of glancing down to his lips, he instantly felt a chill down his spine. Draco's throat was drying up as he quickly glanced back at Potter, he was suddenly feeling very silly and wanted to leave but he was frozen, his eyes didn't want to leave Potter's.
Harry was studying Malfoy's facial structure again, he seemed to have perfect skin with no acne. His hair wasn't gelled back like it usually would be, platinum blonde hair shaped his face perfectly. What he couldn't understand was why Malfoy had looked down to his lips, weren't they supposed to be arguing? Harry mirrored his rival's movement and glanced upwards at his lips, they looked soft. Malfoy wasn't sneering at him, he seemed to be frozen still. His lips were slightly parted and Harry had the weirdest thought.
He wanted to see how it felt to kiss them, would it be soft? Kissing the lips that often cursed him sounded really...intriguing to Harry. As soon as he thought that he came back to his senses.
What the fuck? He was straight and it was Malfoy out of all people! He called his bestfriend names, he was a pureblood elitist. Malfoy was his Quidditch rival, the only one who could rival Harry. The only one who didn't care about him being the one who lived, the only one who wanted to crush him. Harry lost to him in one or two unofficial matches, the way he flew was captivating. Wait—what was he thinking about again?
Bloody hell, what's was wrong with him? Did someone put a love potion in his drink? Why was he having these thoughts. Harry couldn't help but glance back at his lips, they were in the same position. Malfoy really was frozen still, it's no wonder Parkinson slapped him for being dense. Malfoy was smart, really smart surely he could tell what was going on?
"Er, wait...Harry?", It was a girl's voice, a voice Harry knew well. Whatever the both of them were having seemed to shatter. Malfoy immediately let go off Harry's collar. Both of them quickly stepped away from each other.
Harry felt his stomach doing things at the sight of Malfoy, he was still a bit dazed but his eyes were now sharper and had a deep frown on his face. The blonde looked up and scowled at him, his eyes looked confused, angry and...disgusted.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
"Never stalk me again.", Malfoy's tone was hard, harder than usual. It didn't have the usual somewhat teasing hint in it. He was serious. The Slytherin promptly left the scene, Harry's head was hurting now.
"Harry Potter! What the bloody hell were you doing with Malfoy?!", It was Hermione's angry voice, so she was still there. Harry had almost forgot that she was standing there.
"It was a coincidence. We both were at the terrace at the same time."
"Uh huh and what exactly were you two doing? I was searching for you because Viktor said he'd talk to you later. You were the last person I was expecting to...you know what."
"Last person to what Hermione? We were just fighting like usual. He was being an annoying git like usual.", Harry knew he was fighting a losing game but even he didn't know what they would've done if Hermione didn't stop them.
"Do I look blind to you? You guys were going to— you know what fine I'll leave it Harry, I'm not...against your tastes, just why him."
"He's always been special, I've always hated him. It was like everything he did made me notice him, now I'm not sure if it was only..", Harry paused suddenly,his mind was now clear. He was attracted to Malfoy, he was jealous when he was dancing with Pansy Parkinson. And the reason Pansy slapped the boy was because Malfoy wasn't interested in her, not because they broke up. Yes—they weren't even dating, Malfoy said so himself, Merlin how wasted was he?
Harry had to find him, he had to see for himself. He was dreading to see the boy after what had happened moments before but he had fought creatures WAY worse, he was a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake, he could handle a person who hated his guts.
[So where he goes I follow, follow, follow]
Harry quickly left the terrace in search of Malfoy but finding him wasn't easy. The boy wasn't in the Ballroom, he wasn't in his usual hanging spaces. He wanted to ask Pansy but knew it would be pushing his luck. Harry was searching every nook and crook of the castle, hoping for the sight of a certain blonde boy.
[I keep forgetting I should let you go]
He did find him, but Malfoy wasn't too appreciative. They both were in the watchtower, Draco was standing close to the edge and the moonlight shone on him, he really did look otherworldly. His back was facing Harry and the boy had the sudden urge to look at his face. What expression would the blonde have right now, was it distaste or was it anger or was it this soft neutral face the boy had for his friends.
"Malfoy.", Harry tried to put on a bold voice but his voice came up as nothing but a hushed whisper. The other boy nevertheless flinched as he turned his face to look at the familiar voice and Harry's heart dropped to his stomach, he felt sick. He found Malfoy beautiful, he was his arch nemesis but Harry found the boy's beauty unparalleled.
Under the moonlight the boy's black suit seemed to turn grey and his platinum blonde hair seemed to glow once more. He looked like a Veela which would be illogical since male Veelas were extreamly rare and Malfoy was a pureblood. He still looked just as good to Harry, the boy stood frozen in his spot. For the first time in years he felt nervous from something that wasn't life threatening. He didn't know why he was so nervous, it wasn't like finding someone from the same gender was wrong, but he was finding Malfoy THE Draco Malfoy attractive out of all the boys. Merlin why not Cedric? Half of the girls in Hogwarts had a crush on him, but Harry only felt this nervous around Malfoy.
"Done staring Potter?", Malfoy's irritated voice snapped Harry out of his trance at once. His throat seemed to dry up as he looked up at Draco once again, his head was halfway turned, his eyes were looking straight at him like some sort of challenge.
[But when you look at me]
"Stop being so mesmerizing already, you're making my head hurt.", To his horror Harry had actually said that out loud, he had actually called Malfoy attractive out loud. This would either boost his already big ego or it would make him so disgusted that he would never mess with Harry again, usually the boy would prefer the latter option but he didn't know anymore.
"What? Merlin! would you stop being so weird today Potter. First you've been staring at me for Merlin knows what reason, now you're calling me 'mesmerizing'? Is this some sort of joke to you?!", Draco's cheeks had a hint of pink in them.
"Why would I joke about this? I—Maybe it's my drink, I was feeling off for a while and you just conveniently happened to be the center of my drunk antics", Harry fidgeted around, now that the boy had found his target it was hard to formulate clear sentences.
"So it was all a mistake right? You were just drunk and I was your drunk mistake?", Malfoy's voice sounded rough, almost insecure? Why? Harry felt bewilded! He never would've thought the day would come where Draco 'I'm better than anyone' Lucius Malfoy would ever make such a face.
"Wha?—What's up with you talking like some rejected teenager? Let me remind you—it was you that rejected a girl today, not the other way around.", Harry pitched in, he felt so, so confused.
"Maybe I shouldn'tve—then I wouldn't feel like this... I would've felt normal and kissed her like a normal person", there it was again, he looked confused and lost. Then it hit Harry—Malfoy was a teenager like him, he was the same age as Harry. He wasn't some omnipresent being who didn't face human emotions.
"Kissing her wouldn't make you normal, nothing would...you're not normal you're...extraordinary—ly annoying.", Good save Potter, an imaginary hand patted Harry's shoulder. Huh what?
As soon as these words left his mouth Malfoy fully turned around to face him, with the moonlight behind him, he looked like some Angel, his hair worked like a halo but his face wasn't visible, dark shadows covered his normally irritating pointy face. All of a sudden Malfoy pointed Harry to come forward, over to him. Like an entranced puppy he followed, his feet walked almost involuntarily. And in the blink of an eye he was standing beside Malfoy.
They were close again, not as close as before but close enough to be violating each other's personal space. Harry liked it. He liked breaking rules and he liked annoying Malfoy so breaching Malfoy's personal space was making his heart speed up. Although the other boy didn't seem to mind much as he stood there in a daze, looking at a particular place on Harry's face.
It wasn't his scar, it wasn't anywhere near his forehead. He wasn't looking at what made Harry, The Boy Who Lived. No, he was looking at his eyes, the one which made him Lily's son. He then slowly looked down to his nose and then his lips but never quite bothered to check out his scar.
Malfoy finally took his eyes off Harry's face and looked down, the floor suddenly seemed interesting to him. After a few minutes of silence the blonde boy sighed deeply, like he had made a decision. That shifted something in the atmosphere, it wasn't the same 'kind of comfortable with your arch nemesis' vibe, it was now 'the decision that will change the entire course of the relationship' vibe.
Malfoy took a step forward and waited for something and Harry had an inkling he knew what that something was. He took two steps forwards and looked up to see Malfoy's face again, usually their two inch height difference would've frustrated him to no end but now he found it exciting. He quite liked when Malfoy slightly tilted his head to look down at him. Harry took one final look at his face before closing the distance.
[The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight]
They were soft like he suspected, infact they were softer than Harry could even imagine. Malfoy froze again but this time Harry pressed his lips firmer to snap him out of his daze. In an instant he found hands cupping his face, forcing the kiss to go deeper. Harry's eyes fluttered close as he enjoyed the feeling of soft lips pressing against him. It even filled his heart with giddy excitement when his brain reminded him this was the same mouth that sneered at him and cursed him on a daily basis. It almost felt like Harry had won whatever war was going on between them since first year.
Harry opened his eyes to look at Malfoy, expecting the other boy's eyes to be closed but grey eyes greeted him as they stared right into his eyes. The sheer look in his eyes made Harry weak in the knees, Malfoy looked at him like no one else mattered at that moment, that he was the missing piece to an incomplete puzzle. Harry had made the mistake of parting his lips in the heat of the moment and Malfoy slyly snuck his tongue in.
[I can't remember to forget you]
Harry's eyes widened and he felt Mafloy—no, Draco's lips take the form of a smirk. Holy fuck was this prick naturally gifted at everything? His competitive nature made Harry grab Draco's hair and pull him even deeper. At this the other boy lost his smugness and pink spread all over his cheeks. Harry inwardly cheered and excitedly ran his fingers through the blonde's hair, it was so soft, it was like everything about the boy was soft, apart from his personality.
He felt lightheaded, and then it hit him. They had to breathe. So Harry broke the kiss and both of them panted for a few seconds. His lips were swollen and after a quick glance at Draco he noted that his were too. After catching his breath Harry looked at Draco again, his appearance was more deshelved, it suited him better.
That was one hell of a first kiss.
[I can't remember to forget you]
"Draco.", breathed out Harry, the name felt foreign on his tongue. But seeing that his tongue was down his throat just a minute later, Harry felt like they were on a first name basis.
"...Harry.", Draco replied, his voice was raspy and that sent a chill down the brunette's spine. That felt so right, his name felt so right on his tongue. Harry figured that one kiss wasn't enough and stepped forward again but it was Draco who started the kiss this time.
It wasn't as slow as it was previously, it was faster, messier and hungrier...should he describe it as such? Well there was a sense of hunger to be a better kisser than the other so that solves it.
Draco had flipped the position over and was now pushing Harry against the walls of the watchtower as he sucked the life out of his lips. His hair was a mess as Harry's fingers had found their new favorite spot over there. It was perfect.
Draco took one of his hands and placed it on Harry's waist, his other hand remained firmly placed on the wall as he leaned into snog the ever living daylights out of the Gryffindor. They continued on like this until they couldn't breathe. Each and every time Harry was suprised at how good Draco was at kissing—did he kiss someone before? Surely not!
They kissed for approximately half an hour before Harry's senses returned back to him, he figured that his friends were looking for him, sensing he would be in trouble with both him and Malfoy gone. Although he felt like Hermione would know why they were gone.
Harry expected Malfoy to have second thoughts about everything but his suspecions were put into a halt as Draco leaned in for a peck and smiled at him. That turned his entire chest cavity into jelly. The Slytherin went down first and Harry followed, both of them entered at different intervals to not start rumours.
At once Hermione and Ron were on his side, asking where he was, if he got attacked. Both paused at once when they took one look at Harry. His robes were ruffled, glasses crooked and hair looked like someone had used it to mop the entirety of Hogwarts. To top it off, Harry had a satisfied dumb smile on his face.
"Holy shit did you get laid?", Ron gaped at him, his face turning red. "Ronald Weasley!", Warned Hermione, although her ears were reddening as well. Draco didn't turn red, he turned pink, it started from his neck and reached his ears. It was quite adorable to watch, Harry was the blusher in the relationship but to see Draco all flushed up was a treat for the eyes.
"Merlin he's smitten, look at him.", Ron's voice brought Harry back to reality. His best mate had a shit eating grin on his face. Fuck. His friends were right infront of him and he was still thinking about Malfoy.
"Er...sorry I think I'll go early. Long day", Harry's voice sounded rough, like he hadn't spoken for hours. This made Ron's grin grow even wider as he jabbed his best mate in his side. As he was leaving, Harry took one last look at Malfoy. He was talking to some Slytherins and looked more relaxed than Harry had ever seen him. He had a little smile resting on his face that squeezed his heart like nothing else.
[I'd give my last dime to hold him tonight]
As if feeling Harry's gaze on him, Draco turned to look at him.
[But when you look at me]
All of a sudden the entire Great Hall vanished and the only thing that stood infront of him was a blonde boy with grey eye and soft kissable lips. The little smile he had on his lips faltered and slowly turned into a warm big smile. Harry watched as Draco smiled at him for the first time, properly smile, with his eyes closed and pearly whites showing.
[The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight]
It was the greatest thing Harry had seen, it was like he fell in love.
Oh.
He fell in love.
That was comforting, the thought that even he could love after everything that went down his life, that even he could do normal things like kiss. It was so comforting...even if it was arch nemesis, someone loved him the way Lily did to James. He smiled back at that thought. His heart felt like it was soaring.
[I can't remember to forget you]
.
[But when you look at me]
Draco opened his eyes to see Harry staring at him from across the Great Hall, his stunned expression slowly melted away into something the blonde couldn't quite figure out. It looked almost like those ones his father secretly did to his mother. Oh. It was a look of absolute adoration. The boy adored him. So much so he didn't look away for a second. He returned the smile, his eyes crinkled, his nose scrunched and his slightly visible dimples all laughed at him. Harry Potter looked absolutely adorable and this was all only for him, Draco Malfoy.
[The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight]
For the first time in his life, Harry gave him his utmost attention and Draco wanted nothing more than that.
[I can't remember to forget you]