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Why did this—oh, I don’t know—sixteen year old boy have his sworn enemy inside a broom closet, pinned against the wall, getting snogged senseless? Because he couldn’t help himself.
Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts came with all sorts of… fun surprises. It was like April Fools with red hearts and chocolate. So of course when Harry tried to fly under the radar and not get hexed with some lip-lock jinx where you have to snog your best friend to fix it: he got hexed. It wasn’t a lip-lock jinx, no… It was worse. Oh, but it’s only being unbearably drawn to your crush! Though, of course, Harry’s crush is none other than that arrogant Draco Malfoy. Though, Harry didn’t know he had a crush on Malfoy. He just assumed the tent in his boxers that appeared when the thought of the boy came up at night was normal. Because, technically, it was.
And so what did the blonde have to say about this? Nothing, actually, seeing as he hadn’t had much of a choice of entering the closet, and now his mouth was… occupied. But if he could speak, he wouldn’t be opposed. You see, Draco reciprocated Harry’s unacknowledged feelings, he just hid them under hate and sneers(because of his Father). So yes, Harry and Draco were snogging in a broom closet on valentines day. Against their will—Well no, the hex wore off after the first kiss. It was voluntary, then.
“Ah— Harry!” Draco whimpered—high-pitched and whiny—when Harry’s hips gave a sharp jut forward into his.
Harry froze, a deep shiver running down his back. He’d been with a few people, okay, mostly girls, but a few guys. But nothing had ever felt like… like this.
“Harry?” Malfoy asked, a little breathless and a little worried over the fact that Harry had stopped.
Harry shivered again, and suddenly a very… vibrant… possible future with The young Malfoy flashed over his eyes. He almost let out a sob at the pure joy it brought him, but it came out as a sharp little breath. Quickly, he cupped the boy's face, and kissed him. Softly at first, but evermore excited.
Draco finally let out a whimper. Grateful for the fact that Potter hadn’t pulled away. Though he did not know of the revelation the raven had just stumbled upon. Oh, was he in for a ride.