Fic: Kiss Me
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Title: Kiss Me
Author: Caroline (Silverness)
Disclaimer: Property of J.K. Rowling.
Beta(s): None
Art Credits: Darien and Usagi edits
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama/Comedy
Warning(s): slash
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, some Harry/Ginny
Year: It’s up to you =)
Specifics: Top Harry and Bottom Draco hints
Summary: Draco goes around with a mistletoe to lure Harry to kiss him, but Harry never seems to fall for it. Will he succeed? Written for the Mistletoe challenge
Author's Notes: Written for the y!Gallery Mistletoe challenge.
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Monday
It was one week before Christmas, and Draco had plans with his mistletoe before the magic would run out. He had a mission, and one mission only; To get Harry to kiss him.
Simply going up to Harry and ask him for a kiss, or just push him against the wall and snog him breathless weren’t as easy as it seemed. At least, to Draco it didn’t. Because through a mistletoe, Harry wouldn’t be able to resist… the magic literally bounded them together, and they wouldn’t be able to move until their lips touched. All in all, it was a bit unfair for Harry – if he didn’t want to kiss Draco, that is – but Draco wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing.
During their Potions class, Draco managed to finish his class work early, so he decided to take the extra time to develop a perfume Pansy had told him about that would seduce anyone he wanted. Luckily, Snape had all the ingredients necessary to make this perfume, and it really wasn’t a complicated process. The only problem was that he didn’t know the side effects of this perfume, and he had no reference to look them up at the moment.
After he was finished with the perfume, he put the liquid inside a vial, and closed the lid before the scent started spreading. Now that he had the perfume with him, all he had to do was wait until class was over. He'd follow Harry until he was alone, dip some perfume over himself, and lure Harry into a mistletoe. It was perfect!
Class dragged on and on forever. Isn't it funny? How when you're waiting for class to be over, it feels like it never ends? Draco tried to avoid looking at the clock, because looking at it made time process even slower. Instead, he glanced over at Harry; the dark-haired teen was quietly working on his Potions assignment, determined not to mess up so that Snape wouldn't go and bother him.
Draco watched as the caramel-coloured skin glistened in the dim light, toned muscles flexing in and out as Harry rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and made all these motions with his arms. And hands. Those large, calloused hands wouldn't stop moving, and Draco gulped as Harry slid his middle finger inside the little tube so that he could press the thick Potion ingredient in deeper, as warm, clear liquid gushed out of it. Harry pushed his finger in again, pressing it deeper inside... and Draco moaned. Loudly.
Everyone looked at him.
Draco could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, and he tore his eyes away from Harry, right when the other male looked up at him in question. Draco glanced down at his assignment paper, and pretended that he didn't finish it... and that the reason he moaned was because he had messed it up. Somehow, he doubted anyone believed this. And had he looked at Harry again, he wouldn't have missed the strange, mysterious expression clouding those green eyes.
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When the bell finally rang, Draco quickly began to pack up his things, ignoring the other students sniggering behind his back. Oh God. That had been so embarrassing. What were people going to think now... that he had been wanking or something? Had he been the only one thinking erm... weird thoughts? Perhaps I was, Draco thought nervously. Great, now everyone was going to think he was some kind of pervert. Just lovely for his reputation.
He couldn't even look at Snape properly.
Reaching inside his pocket, he made sure the perfume vial and mistletoe were still in there. He glanced up at Harry, his eyes following him as he left the room. Cautiously, he walked after him. He knew Harry had History of Magic next, so he knew where to find him, in case he wouldn't be able to do this now. Merlin. He had memorized Harry's schedule. He told himself that it wasn't obsession... he just had a good memory, that's all.
And the kiss?
Well. All Draco wanted was to see if the rumors were true... if Harry could indeed, snog anyone breathless. Yeah, that was it.
Draco doesn't bother to try and understand why he had been so afraid for Harry when he was performing the tasks in the Triwizarding Tournament. He doesn't know why he feels happy when he sees Harry smile. He doesn't know why it hurts when they fight, or when he sees Harry with a boy or girl. No. He just tells himself that all of this is some kind of illusion, some mental part in his mind and heart struggling to break him, but Draco was going to have none of it. He would be strong.
"Yeah, I'll see you guys in a bit," Draco heard Harry telling his friends. "I just have to go and get my History of Magic book."
Weasley and Granger nodded, and surprisingly, left him alone. Draco had never seen Harry's friends so submissive before. Usually, one of them -- Granger, especially -- would resist or go on with her long rant about how Harry had to be at class in time, and so forth. Oh well. It just made it easier for him.
Now was a perfect opportunity. It was only him and Harry in the hall. Draco knew Harry would go to the Gryffindor Common Room to get his book, so all he had to do was wait outside the Common Room, with the mistletoe ready.
He was already uncorking the lid from the perfume. A sweet, feminine scent arose in the air... something between cotton candy and bubble gum. To be honest, Draco thought the scent was more sweet than seductive, but it would do. He made sure to keep his distance from Harry, so that the dark-haired teen wouldn't smell the perfume yet. It was once he came out of the Gryffindor Common Room, that he'd place it in effect.
So far, everything was going smoothly.
Harry went inside through the portrait hole, and Draco quietly crept behind him, going through unnoticed the entire time. He applied a few drops of the perfume on his neck... few drops would be enough. He didn't need the entire bottle, or else Harry would be shagging him into next week. Of course, that didn't sound so bad, but he didn't think Harry would appreciate that. And he didn't want to embarrass Harry or anything, so that's why he chose an empty area to put the mistletoe at.
When Harry came out of the Common Room, Draco held his breath, and waited. He didn't have to wait for long; Harry was instantly drawn to him like a magnet. His eyes had glazed over, and he was looking at Draco as if he were the most delicious thing to eat he had ever seen. Obviously, Draco didn't mind this -- even if part of his subconscious was telling him that this was wrong, and he was only taking advantage of Harry. Well, he would be with the mistletoe anyway, right?
Smirking back at him, Draco led Harry down the stairs, to the sixth floor. The mistletoe was at the doorway, and he was almost there, when --
"Draco!" Pansy squealed. "You smell so yummy! Where did you get your perfume, darling? I want -- " and she threw her arms around him -- due to the effect of the perfume -- knocking the vial away from his hand. Draco gasped and reached out for it, but too late; the vial released its contents all over Pansy, soaking her in the perfume.
Draco could only watch in horror, as a huge mob of people suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere, all entranced by the perfume as they jumped on top of Pansy -- Harry included. The perfume attracted more guys than girls, so Draco didn't understand why he wasn't jumping on Pansy as well. And it had nothing to do with sexuality either.
It was one of the side effects, perhaps. Since he already had some of the perfume, then he wasn't drawn to her. And since she had a lot more of the stuff on her, then he was no longer going to get any more attention.
Well.
That had just gone ruddy perfect.
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Tuesday
It had taken a good few hours for Madam Pomfrey to rid Pansy of all the perfume yesterday, and it didn't help that she kept sniffing Pansy dreamily. Draco was to blame for all of this, and Snape knew, because he watched Draco make the perfume. The blonde however, was saved from getting a detention, because Dumbledore had said that 'we are all in the holiday spirit' and that Draco was only trying to have some fun.
Draco sighed. If only he knew...
Today, he would try a different approach. Nothing that involved potions, or anything that would change who you are. It was going to be something practical and simple... just a little bit of magic, and it would be fine. And the only magic he would need was the Hovering Charm, Wingardium Leviosa.
All he would do is hover the mistletoe above Harry's head. It was so ingenious, that Draco wondered why he had not thought of this before.
They were all having dinner in the Great Hall. Draco didn't care this time; he settled for a public kiss, and that was that. He was so mad at Harry being all slobbery over Pansy -- even though it wasn't his fault -- that he thought Harry deserved to be humiliated by kissing him in public. Again, he didn't listen to his subconscious telling him that he was going to regret this, if it worked out. Why should he regret it? All he wanted was a kiss! Was it so much to ask for?! He knew Harry swung both ways, so it shouldn't matter...right?!
Still, you're using him through a mistletoe so that he will kiss you. It's wrong.
Draco groaned, pushing this thought away. Since when did he listen to his subconscious, anyway? He was so used to listening to his father about everything, that he almost felt as if he didn't need his own mind to know what he felt was right or wrong. He was such a 'Daddy's boy', that he felt as if Lucius was his subconscious. But he wasn't, and it didn't matter.
Stubbornly, he whispered Wingardium Leviosa, carefully guiding the mistletoe towards Harry so that he wouldn't cause another chaos if he had accidentally placed it over someone else's head. He was doing all of this with his wand, of course, which was in his pocket. It would have been rather obvious, if he had his wand out as he controlled the direction of the mistletoe.
But of course, the mistletoe floating above Harry's head didn't go unnoticed, either. Draco quickly made his way over to the Gryffindor table, before some random girl decided to come up to Harry and take advantage of the perfect moment. He made sure that it didn't appear dodgy either... that all he was going to do is taunt the Gryffindors, so that they would understand why he had gone over to their table.
Suddenly, Harry leaned over to grab a piece of bread, his head tilting downwards next to a candle as he reached inside the bowel. The candle's flame caught on the mistletoe, burning the leaves off the little plant. In an instant, Harry now had a burning mistletoe above his head.
Draco was so shocked by this, that he had nearly lost his control over the charm, almost causing the mistletoe to drop on Harry's head and burn his hair. Oh, no, oh no , he had to think fast. He had to throw water over at Harry, or try to guide the burning mistletoe towards water itself. The latter didn't seem to work, as people began to gasp, pointing to the top of Harry's head.
"Harry, you have a fire on top of your head!" Parvati screeched.
Harry looked up just in time -- Draco had pulled out his wand and muttered Aqua Erupto, soaking Harry with water down to his toes. His clothes clung to his toned form, but Draco was obviously not trying to pay attention, because Harry suddenly looked up and glared at him. People began to laugh all around them, and Draco could hear his own house mates say, "Awesome prank, Draco!" and cheer at him.
The wand in his hand -- now so obvious that it was him all along -- began to tremble, and he instantly shoved it into his pocket so that no one would notice. The Slytherins were now applauding him, even some of the other Houses were -- and Harry was looking murderous, and Draco couldn't ever remember feeling so small.
It had been a disaster.
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Wednesday
Draco was seriously considering giving up now.
Not only that, but to puncture his pride and actually apologize to Harry. In a way, he had humiliated him... but he had also saved Harry from having his hair burned, didn't he?! What if someone else had thrown a water charm at Harry? Would they think that the person was responsible for the 'fire above Harry's head prank' as well? What if Weasley or Granger put the fire out? Would they be blamed as well?!
No. It was the plain fact that it was him, Malfoy, who had put the fire out of Harry's head, so because of that, he just had to be responsible for this 'prank'. They didn't even need proof... it was all there, just because they were both enemies since their first year. And as much as Draco loathed to admit it, it was unfair. They had no right to automatically assume it was him.
Still though, he really wanted to apologize to him.
But... but how?
Draco wasn't one for apologies... in fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he had apologized to anyone. He couldn't just go up to Harry and say, I'm sorry, Harry. All I wanted was for you to kiss me, so I was trying to get you under a mistletoe. Please don't hate me.
It sounded stupid when he thought about it, but oddly enough, it sounded like the right thing to say as well. Draco was torn. He just didn't know what to do.
"... and I heard Harry just loves cinnamon cookies," said Lavender in excitement.
"But, but they don't make those at Hogwarts, do they?" asked Parvati.
"No, but... he had them over at the Weasleys. I think it's some kind of muggle snack, so maybe Hermione taught them how to do it. I don't know," she shrugged. "But all I know is that Harry loves them. Ginny told me how happy he got after he ate them. Too bad she doesn't know how to make them, or I would have made them myself!"
Their voices faded away, as the girls headed over to the library. Draco's eyes widened, as he pondered over what they were talking about. So Harry liked these... cinnamon cookies. What if...?
No. Or...?
What if he made these cinnamon cookies for Harry, as a way of apologizing to him? It would be perfect... he wouldn't have to mouth out the words, when he could simply just use his oh-so-wonderful catering skills to write it on the cookies. Yes! So that's what he would do, and he would start that right now! But...
He needed the recipe.
And who did they say had it?
Granger.
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"You want a... what?" Granger asked incredulously.
"To make a deal with you," said Draco bravely. "If you give me the recipe for the cinnamon cookies, I'll do anything you want. Even if that means I have to stop being a bastard to you." Yup, there it went. Pride down the drain.
Granger looked at him as if he had suddenly sprouted breasts.
"What?" said Draco wearily. "I mean it... I just need the recipe. I'm not going to kill anyone with the cookies," he said sarcastically.
"Why do you need these cookies?" she asked suspiciously.
"To bake them for the Dark Lord. He loves muggle cookies," said Draco flatly, and at Granger's look of terror, he laughed. "I'm joking! I just... I don't know. Do I really have to have a reason?"
Granger looked thoughtful for awhile, then to Draco's relief, "No. You don't have to," she paused. "But by you not being a bastard to me, that applies to Harry as well."
"Fine," said Draco at once. It's not like he had planned on it anyway.
"And Ron."
Draco pouted.
"And you will address each one of us as Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
"That's stretching it a bit, don't you think?" Draco asked, even though he had no problem with Harry.
"Take it or leave it," Hermione said coolly, taking out a parchment, and handing it to him.
"What's this?" Draco asked, confused.
"An oath. So that you don't break your promise. If you do, I will come find you, and it won't be pretty."
Draco rolled his eyes, and took the parchment, signing in his neat scrawl. "Fine."
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"Noooo!"
It was perhaps, the millionth time Draco tried making these cookies, and probably the millionth time he had burned them or done something wrong. He didn't understand it. He did exactly like the instructions told him to! And although he didn't understand certain muggle procedures, he had nicely asked Grang -- Hermione for help, and she had nicely explained it to him. He was so close to begging her to make the cookies herself, but his subconscious spoke up again.
This time, he listened.
If she made the cookies, then it wouldn't feel as special when he gave them to Harry. He wanted to do it right, and he wanted to have something to be proud about. He wanted to happily shout, I can make cinnamon cookies! to the world, and anyone that would listen.
"Malfoy?"
Draco turned around, wiping away a piece of frosting that caught on his apron while he was practicing how to make letters with it. His silvery hair was disheveled and up in a messy bun, and he looked up in shame as to who had seen him.
It was Harry.
Draco squeaked. Harry stared at him, licking his lips as he eyed Draco up and down. Then he snorted. "My god, Malfoy... are you wearing an apron? And are you actually cooking here in the Hogwarts kitchen? Since when did you become a house elf?"
"I... I was just bored!" said Draco defensively, as he rushed forward to shut down the oven. He was so glad he didn't start baking the cookies again, or Harry would be able to smell it, and he would be forced to confess his apologies all too soon. "And what are you doing here, Ha- Potter?"
Harry shrugged. "Just looking for Ginny. Have you seen her?"
NO! I DID NOT SEE THAT BI --
"No," said Draco bitterly. "Are you sure she's not on your bed?"
Harry gave him an odd look. "Very funny, Malfoy. If I'm not mistaken, I could have sworn I heard jealousy in your voice."
Why is he doing this to me?
"In your dreams, Potter! Leave me alone! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Alright, already! Geez, you don't have to get all touchy about it. I was just trying to have a civilized conversation with you for once... no need to explode on me."
"That's not civilized conversation!"
"Whatever, Malfoy," said Harry tiredly, as he turned and left.
Draco felt like crying.
***
Thursday
"What happened to you?"
Draco rubbed his head and looked up at Pansy with a blurry vision. "What do you mean?" he asked groggily.
"You look like you've been through hell," said his friend, observing him. "You got bags under your eyes. Haven't you slept anything?"
"I'm fine, Mum," Draco yawned. Really. Staying up all night baking cookies for Harry. But I finally made them right, so I'm perfectly okay.
Not to mention, Draco wanted to give one last try at the mistletoe. This time, it would be the normal way. He would just put the mistletoe on the doorway, and wait for Harry. There were no plans or anything... it would just be coincidence, so it was going to be okay. Plus, he had Harry's favourite cookies, so Harry shouldn't be that angry with him, right?
Somewhere along his mind, his subconscious was speaking again, but he was too tired to listen. He was doing the right thing... he knew he was. His main issue right now was giving the cookies to Harry. Not only did the cinnamon cookies say I'm sorry, but I love you as well. If it wasn't love that compelled him to do this, then he didn't know what it was. Also, everything else he felt for Harry along the way was slowly starting to make sense to him yesterday after Harry had left.
This both thrilled him and scared him. It scared him because he didn't have as much control over his feelings when it came to Harry, and Harry could very well squash his heart if he wanted to. Draco was already thinking up of ways on how to soothe himself down if that ever came to happen, and one of those things was star-gazing in the fresh air. It had been his only peace throughout his whole life.
Oh God, and there was Harry.
Draco sucked in a breath, gripping the box of cookies so that he wouldn't drop them. Harry swept past without even looking at him. Draco bit his lip, and called his name.
"Harry."
Harry turned around. Stared at him. "What did you just call me?"
Draco swallowed. "Harry, about that day... in the Great Hall -- it wasn't a prank, just so you know. I was just trying to... trying to... um. I..."
"Harry, you're under a mistletoe."
Draco blinked. That wasn't his mistletoe... that was Ginny Weasley's. And it wasn't him and Harry under the same mistletoe... it was her and Harry.
"Oh, you're right!" Harry chuckled, turning away from Draco as he faced Ginny. "Looks like we have to kiss, I suppose," he said, grinning at her. "Oh well, it's not like it's a bad thing. I don't exactly need a mistletoe to kiss you, Ginny."
And he kissed her. It was a light peck on the lips, but it was still a kiss through and through.
Draco didn't know why he didn't just run away from the scene... instead, he was standing there watching them. His heart felt as if it had been ripped out of his chest and thrown into a dump. He knew that they were forced to kiss because of the mistletoe, but why -- why the hell did it only take Ginny one bloody try at getting Harry to kiss her? And with Draco, he had tried everything, and... and why did Harry have to say that to her? The part about not needing a mistletoe to kiss her? It hurt, because he knew Harry would never say that to him.
He was approaching dangerous territory. He could feel his emotions threaten to burst loose, but he held it all in with as much dignity as he could.
The magic from the mistletoe broke, and Harry slowly parted away from her. She looked light-headed, even if it was a small kiss. Draco quietly handed the box of cookies to Harry, not caring that she would see.
"These... these are for you," he told him weakly, hating how his voice quivered. "It's... my way of saying sorry about what happened in the Great Hall."
Harry took the box, puzzled when he saw a mistletoe on top of it. Draco gave a sad smile. "That's the burnt mistletoe. I was trying to um... well, it doesn't matter. But I just want you to know that I'm sorry, Harry."
There, Draco had said it. He wasn't even planning on speaking, but it came out of his mouth with his tumbling emotions. Harry was observing the box suspiciously, not opening it yet. "Cookies, Malfoy? And how am I suppose to know they're not poisoned?" he asked sarcastically.
The air between them suddenly grew extremely tense. "Er, I'll see you later, Harry," Ginny told him, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. "Back in the Common Room."
But Draco couldn't even hear her. "Poisoned?" he asked softly. He had spent nearly the entire week trying to get Harry to kiss him. He had faced Hermione and made an oath with her, just to make these cookies for Harry, just to make him happy. He spent the entire night working on it... he all but poured his heart to him right now, and Harry just threw it all back in his face. He was so hurt by this accusation, that he couldn't even look up at Harry's eyes.
Unwelcoming tears were burning in his eyes, and he turned away. He wanted so much to shout at Harry right now, but Harry couldn't see him like this.
Harry carefully opened the lid from the box, and gasped. There were his favourite cinnamon cookies, warm and delicious in front of him. On the cookies were the words I'm sorry and I love you.
"Draco," Harry whispered, looking up at him from the box.
But Draco was gone.
***
Late at night
Harry had spent the entire evening looking for him, and what felt like night as well. Draco was nowhere to be seen, and the more time pressed, the more worried Harry would become. Hogwarts was huge; he searched the Great Hall, the Library, all the floors, and even attempted sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room. There were still many rooms at Hogwarts that were forbidden, or locked, but Harry decided to search outside. He took his broom and flew around the school, searching the Quidditch pitch, the greenhouses, Hagrid's hut...
Wait.
There was a lone figure up at the balcony. Harry could hardly see it because it was so tiny, but it was definitely there.
And it was definitely Draco. He could make out the pale hair and skin from miles away, glowing with the moonlight. Harry landed quietly next to him on the balcony, and put his broom against the wall. Leaning down, he crouched next to the blonde.
"Draco?"
Draco had his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, with his face buried inside, hiding it from the world. The cool breeze caressed his silvery hair, and he shivered at Harry's voice. He didn't look up though.
Harry sat next to him, considering putting a hand on his shoulder, but giving in to the urge. "It feels nice up here. Have you been up here all this time?" Harry asked softly. He wanted so much to wrap his arms around him, but he didn't know if Draco would want that, after what he did.
Draco didn't answer him. He couldn't speak, because if he spoke, then he would cry, and he didn't want Harry to see him any weaker than what he was already seeing him as. Harry didn't deserve that satisfaction.
"Your mistletoe is still working, you know," said Harry lightly, placing it on top of themselves. "Looks like we can't get out of here until we kiss."
Draco's head slowly lifted up from his arms, as he peeked at Harry with teary eyes. He was taken back when Harry kissed his forehead, and ran a hand through his hair. The feeling of Harry's touch was so incredibly wonderful, that Draco just wanted to give in and let Harry do what he pleased. But he didn't though... instead, he clutched his knees even tighter, looking up at Harry with uneasy fear.
Harry took this as a protective gesture Draco made towards himself, to protect himself from Harry. Because he now understood just how much control he had over Draco's emotions, so it was only natural that Draco intended to try to shut them out. He felt so big and awkward in front of him, and he didn't know how Draco would want to be comforted.
"Draco, I'm really sorry. I hadn't... I mean, I didn't have a clue that me saying that would have affected you like this. It was a spur of the moment thing... it was instinct for me to say that. And given our previous record, you can't really blame me, can you?" he asked, a little desperately.
Draco shook his head in agreement, and sniffed. Harry's hands were still stroking his hair, and it just felt so good, and he was so warm, and Draco just wanted to surrender, and let it all go. Looking up at Harry, he finally raised his full face from his knees. "I've been trying to get you to kiss me," he admitted shakily. "With that stupid mistletoe. I... I don't have the courage to go up to you and just do it."
"You have more courage than you give yourself credit for, Draco," Harry whispered into his ear. "What you did today, was very brave."
"Oh, thanks," Draco scoffed through his tears. "So you're calling me a Gryffindor now?"
"No," said Harry, cupping his chin as he leaned closer to him. He could feel Draco tremble under his touch. "I'm calling you Moaning Malfoy," he smiled. "Tell me... what made you moan like that back in our Potions class, hm?"
"What?" Draco asked weakly. "Harry -- "
"I know," Harry replied, stroking his cheek now, his face still quite close. "I know it was me, because you were looking at me funny. It was a very... erotic sound, Draco."
Draco's cheeks were burning hot, Harry could feel and see it radiate from those pale -- and now pink cheeks. Since when was Harry between his legs? He had been clutching his knees tightly to his chest. But apparently, he wasn't now, because Harry was there, pushing him gently to the ground. "You want me... don't you, Draco?" Harry asked huskily, grinding into him slightly.
He was rewarded with a soft moan, and a heat on his groin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of Draco's neck. "I've been watching you this week. And when I ran into you last night, with you wearing that apron... I almost ravished you right there and then. But you were being such a git, and I didn't know how you would react if I kissed you."
"Harry," Draco whimpered, wrapping his arms around his neck, bringing them closer together. "Kiss me."
But Harry's lips had already found his before he even said it, drowning them both into a sweet passion of bliss and pleasure.
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A/N: I haven't written in so long, that I'm starting to lose my faith in my writing. I hope this didn't turn out so bad ><
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Title: Kiss Me
Author: Caroline (Silverness)
Disclaimer: Property of J.K. Rowling.
Beta(s): None
Art Credits: Darien and Usagi edits
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama/Comedy
Warning(s): slash
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, some Harry/Ginny
Year: It’s up to you =)
Specifics: Top Harry and Bottom Draco hints
Summary: Draco goes around with a mistletoe to lure Harry to kiss him, but Harry never seems to fall for it. Will he succeed? Written for the Mistletoe challenge
Author's Notes: Written for the y!Gallery Mistletoe challenge.
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Monday
It was one week before Christmas, and Draco had plans with his mistletoe before the magic would run out. He had a mission, and one mission only; To get Harry to kiss him.
Simply going up to Harry and ask him for a kiss, or just push him against the wall and snog him breathless weren’t as easy as it seemed. At least, to Draco it didn’t. Because through a mistletoe, Harry wouldn’t be able to resist… the magic literally bounded them together, and they wouldn’t be able to move until their lips touched. All in all, it was a bit unfair for Harry – if he didn’t want to kiss Draco, that is – but Draco wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing.
During their Potions class, Draco managed to finish his class work early, so he decided to take the extra time to develop a perfume Pansy had told him about that would seduce anyone he wanted. Luckily, Snape had all the ingredients necessary to make this perfume, and it really wasn’t a complicated process. The only problem was that he didn’t know the side effects of this perfume, and he had no reference to look them up at the moment.
After he was finished with the perfume, he put the liquid inside a vial, and closed the lid before the scent started spreading. Now that he had the perfume with him, all he had to do was wait until class was over. He'd follow Harry until he was alone, dip some perfume over himself, and lure Harry into a mistletoe. It was perfect!
Class dragged on and on forever. Isn't it funny? How when you're waiting for class to be over, it feels like it never ends? Draco tried to avoid looking at the clock, because looking at it made time process even slower. Instead, he glanced over at Harry; the dark-haired teen was quietly working on his Potions assignment, determined not to mess up so that Snape wouldn't go and bother him.
Draco watched as the caramel-coloured skin glistened in the dim light, toned muscles flexing in and out as Harry rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and made all these motions with his arms. And hands. Those large, calloused hands wouldn't stop moving, and Draco gulped as Harry slid his middle finger inside the little tube so that he could press the thick Potion ingredient in deeper, as warm, clear liquid gushed out of it. Harry pushed his finger in again, pressing it deeper inside... and Draco moaned. Loudly.
Everyone looked at him.
Draco could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, and he tore his eyes away from Harry, right when the other male looked up at him in question. Draco glanced down at his assignment paper, and pretended that he didn't finish it... and that the reason he moaned was because he had messed it up. Somehow, he doubted anyone believed this. And had he looked at Harry again, he wouldn't have missed the strange, mysterious expression clouding those green eyes.
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When the bell finally rang, Draco quickly began to pack up his things, ignoring the other students sniggering behind his back. Oh God. That had been so embarrassing. What were people going to think now... that he had been wanking or something? Had he been the only one thinking erm... weird thoughts? Perhaps I was, Draco thought nervously. Great, now everyone was going to think he was some kind of pervert. Just lovely for his reputation.
He couldn't even look at Snape properly.
Reaching inside his pocket, he made sure the perfume vial and mistletoe were still in there. He glanced up at Harry, his eyes following him as he left the room. Cautiously, he walked after him. He knew Harry had History of Magic next, so he knew where to find him, in case he wouldn't be able to do this now. Merlin. He had memorized Harry's schedule. He told himself that it wasn't obsession... he just had a good memory, that's all.
And the kiss?
Well. All Draco wanted was to see if the rumors were true... if Harry could indeed, snog anyone breathless. Yeah, that was it.
Draco doesn't bother to try and understand why he had been so afraid for Harry when he was performing the tasks in the Triwizarding Tournament. He doesn't know why he feels happy when he sees Harry smile. He doesn't know why it hurts when they fight, or when he sees Harry with a boy or girl. No. He just tells himself that all of this is some kind of illusion, some mental part in his mind and heart struggling to break him, but Draco was going to have none of it. He would be strong.
"Yeah, I'll see you guys in a bit," Draco heard Harry telling his friends. "I just have to go and get my History of Magic book."
Weasley and Granger nodded, and surprisingly, left him alone. Draco had never seen Harry's friends so submissive before. Usually, one of them -- Granger, especially -- would resist or go on with her long rant about how Harry had to be at class in time, and so forth. Oh well. It just made it easier for him.
Now was a perfect opportunity. It was only him and Harry in the hall. Draco knew Harry would go to the Gryffindor Common Room to get his book, so all he had to do was wait outside the Common Room, with the mistletoe ready.
He was already uncorking the lid from the perfume. A sweet, feminine scent arose in the air... something between cotton candy and bubble gum. To be honest, Draco thought the scent was more sweet than seductive, but it would do. He made sure to keep his distance from Harry, so that the dark-haired teen wouldn't smell the perfume yet. It was once he came out of the Gryffindor Common Room, that he'd place it in effect.
So far, everything was going smoothly.
Harry went inside through the portrait hole, and Draco quietly crept behind him, going through unnoticed the entire time. He applied a few drops of the perfume on his neck... few drops would be enough. He didn't need the entire bottle, or else Harry would be shagging him into next week. Of course, that didn't sound so bad, but he didn't think Harry would appreciate that. And he didn't want to embarrass Harry or anything, so that's why he chose an empty area to put the mistletoe at.
When Harry came out of the Common Room, Draco held his breath, and waited. He didn't have to wait for long; Harry was instantly drawn to him like a magnet. His eyes had glazed over, and he was looking at Draco as if he were the most delicious thing to eat he had ever seen. Obviously, Draco didn't mind this -- even if part of his subconscious was telling him that this was wrong, and he was only taking advantage of Harry. Well, he would be with the mistletoe anyway, right?
Smirking back at him, Draco led Harry down the stairs, to the sixth floor. The mistletoe was at the doorway, and he was almost there, when --
"Draco!" Pansy squealed. "You smell so yummy! Where did you get your perfume, darling? I want -- " and she threw her arms around him -- due to the effect of the perfume -- knocking the vial away from his hand. Draco gasped and reached out for it, but too late; the vial released its contents all over Pansy, soaking her in the perfume.
Draco could only watch in horror, as a huge mob of people suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere, all entranced by the perfume as they jumped on top of Pansy -- Harry included. The perfume attracted more guys than girls, so Draco didn't understand why he wasn't jumping on Pansy as well. And it had nothing to do with sexuality either.
It was one of the side effects, perhaps. Since he already had some of the perfume, then he wasn't drawn to her. And since she had a lot more of the stuff on her, then he was no longer going to get any more attention.
Well.
That had just gone ruddy perfect.
***
Tuesday
It had taken a good few hours for Madam Pomfrey to rid Pansy of all the perfume yesterday, and it didn't help that she kept sniffing Pansy dreamily. Draco was to blame for all of this, and Snape knew, because he watched Draco make the perfume. The blonde however, was saved from getting a detention, because Dumbledore had said that 'we are all in the holiday spirit' and that Draco was only trying to have some fun.
Draco sighed. If only he knew...
Today, he would try a different approach. Nothing that involved potions, or anything that would change who you are. It was going to be something practical and simple... just a little bit of magic, and it would be fine. And the only magic he would need was the Hovering Charm, Wingardium Leviosa.
All he would do is hover the mistletoe above Harry's head. It was so ingenious, that Draco wondered why he had not thought of this before.
They were all having dinner in the Great Hall. Draco didn't care this time; he settled for a public kiss, and that was that. He was so mad at Harry being all slobbery over Pansy -- even though it wasn't his fault -- that he thought Harry deserved to be humiliated by kissing him in public. Again, he didn't listen to his subconscious telling him that he was going to regret this, if it worked out. Why should he regret it? All he wanted was a kiss! Was it so much to ask for?! He knew Harry swung both ways, so it shouldn't matter...right?!
Still, you're using him through a mistletoe so that he will kiss you. It's wrong.
Draco groaned, pushing this thought away. Since when did he listen to his subconscious, anyway? He was so used to listening to his father about everything, that he almost felt as if he didn't need his own mind to know what he felt was right or wrong. He was such a 'Daddy's boy', that he felt as if Lucius was his subconscious. But he wasn't, and it didn't matter.
Stubbornly, he whispered Wingardium Leviosa, carefully guiding the mistletoe towards Harry so that he wouldn't cause another chaos if he had accidentally placed it over someone else's head. He was doing all of this with his wand, of course, which was in his pocket. It would have been rather obvious, if he had his wand out as he controlled the direction of the mistletoe.
But of course, the mistletoe floating above Harry's head didn't go unnoticed, either. Draco quickly made his way over to the Gryffindor table, before some random girl decided to come up to Harry and take advantage of the perfect moment. He made sure that it didn't appear dodgy either... that all he was going to do is taunt the Gryffindors, so that they would understand why he had gone over to their table.
Suddenly, Harry leaned over to grab a piece of bread, his head tilting downwards next to a candle as he reached inside the bowel. The candle's flame caught on the mistletoe, burning the leaves off the little plant. In an instant, Harry now had a burning mistletoe above his head.
Draco was so shocked by this, that he had nearly lost his control over the charm, almost causing the mistletoe to drop on Harry's head and burn his hair. Oh, no, oh no , he had to think fast. He had to throw water over at Harry, or try to guide the burning mistletoe towards water itself. The latter didn't seem to work, as people began to gasp, pointing to the top of Harry's head.
"Harry, you have a fire on top of your head!" Parvati screeched.
Harry looked up just in time -- Draco had pulled out his wand and muttered Aqua Erupto, soaking Harry with water down to his toes. His clothes clung to his toned form, but Draco was obviously not trying to pay attention, because Harry suddenly looked up and glared at him. People began to laugh all around them, and Draco could hear his own house mates say, "Awesome prank, Draco!" and cheer at him.
The wand in his hand -- now so obvious that it was him all along -- began to tremble, and he instantly shoved it into his pocket so that no one would notice. The Slytherins were now applauding him, even some of the other Houses were -- and Harry was looking murderous, and Draco couldn't ever remember feeling so small.
It had been a disaster.
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Wednesday
Draco was seriously considering giving up now.
Not only that, but to puncture his pride and actually apologize to Harry. In a way, he had humiliated him... but he had also saved Harry from having his hair burned, didn't he?! What if someone else had thrown a water charm at Harry? Would they think that the person was responsible for the 'fire above Harry's head prank' as well? What if Weasley or Granger put the fire out? Would they be blamed as well?!
No. It was the plain fact that it was him, Malfoy, who had put the fire out of Harry's head, so because of that, he just had to be responsible for this 'prank'. They didn't even need proof... it was all there, just because they were both enemies since their first year. And as much as Draco loathed to admit it, it was unfair. They had no right to automatically assume it was him.
Still though, he really wanted to apologize to him.
But... but how?
Draco wasn't one for apologies... in fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he had apologized to anyone. He couldn't just go up to Harry and say, I'm sorry, Harry. All I wanted was for you to kiss me, so I was trying to get you under a mistletoe. Please don't hate me.
It sounded stupid when he thought about it, but oddly enough, it sounded like the right thing to say as well. Draco was torn. He just didn't know what to do.
"... and I heard Harry just loves cinnamon cookies," said Lavender in excitement.
"But, but they don't make those at Hogwarts, do they?" asked Parvati.
"No, but... he had them over at the Weasleys. I think it's some kind of muggle snack, so maybe Hermione taught them how to do it. I don't know," she shrugged. "But all I know is that Harry loves them. Ginny told me how happy he got after he ate them. Too bad she doesn't know how to make them, or I would have made them myself!"
Their voices faded away, as the girls headed over to the library. Draco's eyes widened, as he pondered over what they were talking about. So Harry liked these... cinnamon cookies. What if...?
No. Or...?
What if he made these cinnamon cookies for Harry, as a way of apologizing to him? It would be perfect... he wouldn't have to mouth out the words, when he could simply just use his oh-so-wonderful catering skills to write it on the cookies. Yes! So that's what he would do, and he would start that right now! But...
He needed the recipe.
And who did they say had it?
Granger.
~~~
"You want a... what?" Granger asked incredulously.
"To make a deal with you," said Draco bravely. "If you give me the recipe for the cinnamon cookies, I'll do anything you want. Even if that means I have to stop being a bastard to you." Yup, there it went. Pride down the drain.
Granger looked at him as if he had suddenly sprouted breasts.
"What?" said Draco wearily. "I mean it... I just need the recipe. I'm not going to kill anyone with the cookies," he said sarcastically.
"Why do you need these cookies?" she asked suspiciously.
"To bake them for the Dark Lord. He loves muggle cookies," said Draco flatly, and at Granger's look of terror, he laughed. "I'm joking! I just... I don't know. Do I really have to have a reason?"
Granger looked thoughtful for awhile, then to Draco's relief, "No. You don't have to," she paused. "But by you not being a bastard to me, that applies to Harry as well."
"Fine," said Draco at once. It's not like he had planned on it anyway.
"And Ron."
Draco pouted.
"And you will address each one of us as Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
"That's stretching it a bit, don't you think?" Draco asked, even though he had no problem with Harry.
"Take it or leave it," Hermione said coolly, taking out a parchment, and handing it to him.
"What's this?" Draco asked, confused.
"An oath. So that you don't break your promise. If you do, I will come find you, and it won't be pretty."
Draco rolled his eyes, and took the parchment, signing in his neat scrawl. "Fine."
~~~
"Noooo!"
It was perhaps, the millionth time Draco tried making these cookies, and probably the millionth time he had burned them or done something wrong. He didn't understand it. He did exactly like the instructions told him to! And although he didn't understand certain muggle procedures, he had nicely asked Grang -- Hermione for help, and she had nicely explained it to him. He was so close to begging her to make the cookies herself, but his subconscious spoke up again.
This time, he listened.
If she made the cookies, then it wouldn't feel as special when he gave them to Harry. He wanted to do it right, and he wanted to have something to be proud about. He wanted to happily shout, I can make cinnamon cookies! to the world, and anyone that would listen.
"Malfoy?"
Draco turned around, wiping away a piece of frosting that caught on his apron while he was practicing how to make letters with it. His silvery hair was disheveled and up in a messy bun, and he looked up in shame as to who had seen him.
It was Harry.
Draco squeaked. Harry stared at him, licking his lips as he eyed Draco up and down. Then he snorted. "My god, Malfoy... are you wearing an apron? And are you actually cooking here in the Hogwarts kitchen? Since when did you become a house elf?"
"I... I was just bored!" said Draco defensively, as he rushed forward to shut down the oven. He was so glad he didn't start baking the cookies again, or Harry would be able to smell it, and he would be forced to confess his apologies all too soon. "And what are you doing here, Ha- Potter?"
Harry shrugged. "Just looking for Ginny. Have you seen her?"
NO! I DID NOT SEE THAT BI --
"No," said Draco bitterly. "Are you sure she's not on your bed?"
Harry gave him an odd look. "Very funny, Malfoy. If I'm not mistaken, I could have sworn I heard jealousy in your voice."
Why is he doing this to me?
"In your dreams, Potter! Leave me alone! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Alright, already! Geez, you don't have to get all touchy about it. I was just trying to have a civilized conversation with you for once... no need to explode on me."
"That's not civilized conversation!"
"Whatever, Malfoy," said Harry tiredly, as he turned and left.
Draco felt like crying.
***
Thursday
"What happened to you?"
Draco rubbed his head and looked up at Pansy with a blurry vision. "What do you mean?" he asked groggily.
"You look like you've been through hell," said his friend, observing him. "You got bags under your eyes. Haven't you slept anything?"
"I'm fine, Mum," Draco yawned. Really. Staying up all night baking cookies for Harry. But I finally made them right, so I'm perfectly okay.
Not to mention, Draco wanted to give one last try at the mistletoe. This time, it would be the normal way. He would just put the mistletoe on the doorway, and wait for Harry. There were no plans or anything... it would just be coincidence, so it was going to be okay. Plus, he had Harry's favourite cookies, so Harry shouldn't be that angry with him, right?
Somewhere along his mind, his subconscious was speaking again, but he was too tired to listen. He was doing the right thing... he knew he was. His main issue right now was giving the cookies to Harry. Not only did the cinnamon cookies say I'm sorry, but I love you as well. If it wasn't love that compelled him to do this, then he didn't know what it was. Also, everything else he felt for Harry along the way was slowly starting to make sense to him yesterday after Harry had left.
This both thrilled him and scared him. It scared him because he didn't have as much control over his feelings when it came to Harry, and Harry could very well squash his heart if he wanted to. Draco was already thinking up of ways on how to soothe himself down if that ever came to happen, and one of those things was star-gazing in the fresh air. It had been his only peace throughout his whole life.
Oh God, and there was Harry.
Draco sucked in a breath, gripping the box of cookies so that he wouldn't drop them. Harry swept past without even looking at him. Draco bit his lip, and called his name.
"Harry."
Harry turned around. Stared at him. "What did you just call me?"
Draco swallowed. "Harry, about that day... in the Great Hall -- it wasn't a prank, just so you know. I was just trying to... trying to... um. I..."
"Harry, you're under a mistletoe."
Draco blinked. That wasn't his mistletoe... that was Ginny Weasley's. And it wasn't him and Harry under the same mistletoe... it was her and Harry.
"Oh, you're right!" Harry chuckled, turning away from Draco as he faced Ginny. "Looks like we have to kiss, I suppose," he said, grinning at her. "Oh well, it's not like it's a bad thing. I don't exactly need a mistletoe to kiss you, Ginny."
And he kissed her. It was a light peck on the lips, but it was still a kiss through and through.
Draco didn't know why he didn't just run away from the scene... instead, he was standing there watching them. His heart felt as if it had been ripped out of his chest and thrown into a dump. He knew that they were forced to kiss because of the mistletoe, but why -- why the hell did it only take Ginny one bloody try at getting Harry to kiss her? And with Draco, he had tried everything, and... and why did Harry have to say that to her? The part about not needing a mistletoe to kiss her? It hurt, because he knew Harry would never say that to him.
He was approaching dangerous territory. He could feel his emotions threaten to burst loose, but he held it all in with as much dignity as he could.
The magic from the mistletoe broke, and Harry slowly parted away from her. She looked light-headed, even if it was a small kiss. Draco quietly handed the box of cookies to Harry, not caring that she would see.
"These... these are for you," he told him weakly, hating how his voice quivered. "It's... my way of saying sorry about what happened in the Great Hall."
Harry took the box, puzzled when he saw a mistletoe on top of it. Draco gave a sad smile. "That's the burnt mistletoe. I was trying to um... well, it doesn't matter. But I just want you to know that I'm sorry, Harry."
There, Draco had said it. He wasn't even planning on speaking, but it came out of his mouth with his tumbling emotions. Harry was observing the box suspiciously, not opening it yet. "Cookies, Malfoy? And how am I suppose to know they're not poisoned?" he asked sarcastically.
The air between them suddenly grew extremely tense. "Er, I'll see you later, Harry," Ginny told him, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. "Back in the Common Room."
But Draco couldn't even hear her. "Poisoned?" he asked softly. He had spent nearly the entire week trying to get Harry to kiss him. He had faced Hermione and made an oath with her, just to make these cookies for Harry, just to make him happy. He spent the entire night working on it... he all but poured his heart to him right now, and Harry just threw it all back in his face. He was so hurt by this accusation, that he couldn't even look up at Harry's eyes.
Unwelcoming tears were burning in his eyes, and he turned away. He wanted so much to shout at Harry right now, but Harry couldn't see him like this.
Harry carefully opened the lid from the box, and gasped. There were his favourite cinnamon cookies, warm and delicious in front of him. On the cookies were the words I'm sorry and I love you.
"Draco," Harry whispered, looking up at him from the box.
But Draco was gone.
***
Late at night
Harry had spent the entire evening looking for him, and what felt like night as well. Draco was nowhere to be seen, and the more time pressed, the more worried Harry would become. Hogwarts was huge; he searched the Great Hall, the Library, all the floors, and even attempted sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room. There were still many rooms at Hogwarts that were forbidden, or locked, but Harry decided to search outside. He took his broom and flew around the school, searching the Quidditch pitch, the greenhouses, Hagrid's hut...
Wait.
There was a lone figure up at the balcony. Harry could hardly see it because it was so tiny, but it was definitely there.
And it was definitely Draco. He could make out the pale hair and skin from miles away, glowing with the moonlight. Harry landed quietly next to him on the balcony, and put his broom against the wall. Leaning down, he crouched next to the blonde.
"Draco?"
Draco had his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, with his face buried inside, hiding it from the world. The cool breeze caressed his silvery hair, and he shivered at Harry's voice. He didn't look up though.
Harry sat next to him, considering putting a hand on his shoulder, but giving in to the urge. "It feels nice up here. Have you been up here all this time?" Harry asked softly. He wanted so much to wrap his arms around him, but he didn't know if Draco would want that, after what he did.
Draco didn't answer him. He couldn't speak, because if he spoke, then he would cry, and he didn't want Harry to see him any weaker than what he was already seeing him as. Harry didn't deserve that satisfaction.
"Your mistletoe is still working, you know," said Harry lightly, placing it on top of themselves. "Looks like we can't get out of here until we kiss."
Draco's head slowly lifted up from his arms, as he peeked at Harry with teary eyes. He was taken back when Harry kissed his forehead, and ran a hand through his hair. The feeling of Harry's touch was so incredibly wonderful, that Draco just wanted to give in and let Harry do what he pleased. But he didn't though... instead, he clutched his knees even tighter, looking up at Harry with uneasy fear.
Harry took this as a protective gesture Draco made towards himself, to protect himself from Harry. Because he now understood just how much control he had over Draco's emotions, so it was only natural that Draco intended to try to shut them out. He felt so big and awkward in front of him, and he didn't know how Draco would want to be comforted.
"Draco, I'm really sorry. I hadn't... I mean, I didn't have a clue that me saying that would have affected you like this. It was a spur of the moment thing... it was instinct for me to say that. And given our previous record, you can't really blame me, can you?" he asked, a little desperately.
Draco shook his head in agreement, and sniffed. Harry's hands were still stroking his hair, and it just felt so good, and he was so warm, and Draco just wanted to surrender, and let it all go. Looking up at Harry, he finally raised his full face from his knees. "I've been trying to get you to kiss me," he admitted shakily. "With that stupid mistletoe. I... I don't have the courage to go up to you and just do it."
"You have more courage than you give yourself credit for, Draco," Harry whispered into his ear. "What you did today, was very brave."
"Oh, thanks," Draco scoffed through his tears. "So you're calling me a Gryffindor now?"
"No," said Harry, cupping his chin as he leaned closer to him. He could feel Draco tremble under his touch. "I'm calling you Moaning Malfoy," he smiled. "Tell me... what made you moan like that back in our Potions class, hm?"
"What?" Draco asked weakly. "Harry -- "
"I know," Harry replied, stroking his cheek now, his face still quite close. "I know it was me, because you were looking at me funny. It was a very... erotic sound, Draco."
Draco's cheeks were burning hot, Harry could feel and see it radiate from those pale -- and now pink cheeks. Since when was Harry between his legs? He had been clutching his knees tightly to his chest. But apparently, he wasn't now, because Harry was there, pushing him gently to the ground. "You want me... don't you, Draco?" Harry asked huskily, grinding into him slightly.
He was rewarded with a soft moan, and a heat on his groin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of Draco's neck. "I've been watching you this week. And when I ran into you last night, with you wearing that apron... I almost ravished you right there and then. But you were being such a git, and I didn't know how you would react if I kissed you."
"Harry," Draco whimpered, wrapping his arms around his neck, bringing them closer together. "Kiss me."
But Harry's lips had already found his before he even said it, drowning them both into a sweet passion of bliss and pleasure.
***
A/N: I haven't written in so long, that I'm starting to lose my faith in my writing. I hope this didn't turn out so bad ><
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Date: 2006-12-28 03:59 pm (UTC)I loved the funny bits (-> Madam Pomfrey sniffing Pansy dreamily), the sad bits - I really felt for Draco- and the tender moments between Harry and Draco. <3
Don't start losing your faith in your writing, I really liked how your story turned out. ;)
(P.S. I hope you don't mind me asking this, should His leaned down, his lips brushing... not be He leaned down,...?)
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Date: 2006-12-31 06:01 am (UTC)I was trying to get Harry to kiss Draco together with Draco! I love how you brought the story out and how it made me feel the emotions of the characters.
I hope you would write more, you are really good and it is not often that I feel sucked into a story the way I did with this one.
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