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First Kiss 

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: first kiss. I had so much fun writing this! 

Harry had been shaking when he told her. He’d had to clear his throat several times and his pulse was pounding so loud in his ears that he almost couldn’t tell if he’d finally gotten the words out. 

The way Ginny reacted had been enough confirmation. He’d sat frozen as the sucker-punch pain of it all spread across her wide brown eyes and twisted it’s way over her mouth.

 “It’s okay Harry, I understand,” She’d said softly, her cheeks pale and her hands clenched into fists. 

Harry knew she didn’t. 

He never told her that there was someone else. It was never going to happen anyways.

Until… 

Until, one night it did. 

They were drunk and giddy in the blue dusk of the garden when he stumbled and rough hands caught his waist ceasing the fall. Suddenly, Harry was looking up into wide eyes, and blown out irises, and he’d needed to remind himself to draw a breath against the tightness of his rib cage. 

They’d stood there for a second, as if suspended in time, before their lips brushed together. The kiss felt like a long time coming, like ready or not. 

When Harry pulled away he looked up into Draco’s warm gray eyes and smiled softly. The ache in his chest finally felt warm.

Night Sky 

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: chocolate. I think this is the first fic I’ve ever written in first person so I hope you all like it! Thank you @phoebe-delia for your tips! I don’t know if you remembered giving it to me but your advice on first person writing was so helpful :) 

He’s sitting on the bed across from me. Legs crossed and head tossed back,  looking at the stars we’ve just stuck up with a furrowed brow. 

I wonder if we’re too young for playing pretend, for looking for a night sky where there is only cracked plaster. 

When he looks back at me, there’s a manic gleam in his brown eyes. “Come on Draco, turn off the lights for me.” 

Who am I to tell him no?

I flick off the lights plunging us into darkness. I flop back onto the bed beside him and listen to the sound of our breath, the soft whisper of the sheets. 

I turn my head as slowly as possible and watch his inky silhouette, skin illuminated only by the glow of stars. 

I don’t think about the ceiling above us. I don’t think about the cracked white plaster. I don’t think of the pink and red foil scattered across my sheets. 

I only think about the shape of his lips in the dark. 

When his head turns the obsidian of his eyes sinks like a hook into the depths of me.  

When he leans in it feels like capture. 

When we kiss he tastes like chocolate and I lose myself in the smooth richness of his tongue. 

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: slow dance. I really enjoyed this prompt. I’ve been loving reading everyone’s works for this month so far. Hope ya’ll enjoy my contribution :) 

Harry watches Draco move across the dance floor. His hair falls over his shoulders in slightly disheveled waves, and as he moves a little closer through the crowd Harry can see that his tie is loose, his white shirt unbuttoned. Pansy clasps Draco’s hand in her own and pulls him in. She says something to him and he tilts his head back, sends laughter echoing across the room. Harry tenses, tightens his grip around the cool glass of his drink. When Draco leans in closer, dropping a swift kiss to Pansys blushing cheek, Harry can’t quite keep the scowl off of his face. 

“You know Draco’s just being stupid,” Ginny tells him quietly resting a soothing hand on his arm. 

“I know,” Harry says, attempting nonchalant and coming out slightly defeated. 

“I think you just scare him,” Theo chimes in, shifting closer to them. Harry starts slightly, he hadn’t noticed that Theo was there. Then again, he doesn’t tend to notice much when Draco’s in the room. 

“He spent our entire childhood bullying me. I’m sure he’s not scared,” Harry scoffs, failing to keep the bitterness out of his voice. 

“But he hasn’t bullied you in years has he?” Ginny points out, her brow raised perceptively. 

“And I didn’t mean it like that anyways,” Theo interrupts. 

“Then how did you mean it?” 

“Like he can’t stop looking at you, or thinking about you, and he’s terrified he might mess this up so instead he flirts with girls and pretends he couldn't care less what you think,” Theo rushes quickly. 

“I find that hard to believe,” Harry mumbles. He looks past Theo’s head to where Draco and Pansy are moving against each other to the beat of the music, lithe and rhythmic, like they don’t have a care in the world. 

“I don’t,” Ginny says brightly, smiling over at Theo. 

“Whatever,” Harry says, his tone a little bitter. “It doesn’t matter. Draco’s free to do as he pleases. I’m not his keeper.” 

“I bet the second someone tries to flirt with you he’ll be over here trying to scare them away,” Ginny adds grabbing Harry’s glass out of his hand and taking a swig, 

“Hmm,” Theo musses, narrowing his eyes and flicking them over Harry’s body. “I bet you're right. Well what do you say Harry? Want to give it a go?” 

Harry looks at him suspiciously for a second, then Draco’s laughter filters through the crowd a second time and he figures he has nothing left to lose. 

“Fine,” He says, moving into Theo’s space and splaying his palm across his broad chest. “Give me your worst baby.” 

“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I did,” Theo murmurs back. Smirking, he raises one hand to the back of Harry’s neck, pulling him in until their lips are just inches away from each other.

Suddenly a warm body tumbles into them. Harry lets go of Theo and stumbles a bit before regaining his balance. When he looks up he’s gazing straight into steel gray eyes. 

“Excuse me, I must have lost my footing,” Draco says coldly, glaring at Theo through narrowed eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Theo responds quickly. Harry can tell he’s holding back laughter.

The trio stands silent for a second. Harry listens as the music around them switches to something slower with a softer beat. 

“Well,” Draco’s voice is low and rough, like every word is being dragged out of him, “Since I just happened to run into you, would you be so kind as to give me the next dance?” He offers his hand to Harry. 

Theo jabs Harry in the ribs with his finger, urging him on. Draco watches their exchange with angry eyes, a tight tension in his shoulders. 

“Sure,” Harry says carefully. Draco’s palm against his sends a rush of heat up his spine. 

When they reach the dance floor Harry loses himself to the gentle beat of the music, the soft sway of Draco’s hips. Draco pulls him in till their chests are flush together. As he moves, Harry feels the sharp edges of his hip bones, the swell of the muscles in his thighs. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Draco admits, his hot breath tickling against Harry’s ear.

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: honey. This is just a small lil snippet of fic I thought of this morning while waiting for my class to start! 

Theo passes them piles of pancakes and they dig in in silence. The sunlight shining through the gossamer curtains blooms across Draco’s hair making it shimmer in the gentle warmth of the kitchen. Harry breathes in and he can smell his shower gel on Draco’s skin mingled with the sweet spring breeze. When Ginny makes a joke he laughs. There; his mouth open, his head thrown back, a bit of honey smeared across his cheek, he looks so carefree. It leaves Harry a little squirmy, a little terrified. Maybe his fate was decided a long time ago. 

Never Been Kissed

G | 371 words | no warnings

“Wait—”

Harry freezes—mouth centimetres away from Draco’s, hands looped around his neck—and opens his eyes. He’d only closed them a moment before, as he stood on tiptoe to kiss Draco, but now he can see that Draco’s staring at him…and he looks terrified.

“I thought…” He tries to step back, but Draco tightens his grip on Harry’s waist, holding him firmly in place. “If you don’t want—”

“I do, really. It’s that, well I’ve never—I’ve never been kissed before.”

Draco presses their foreheads together, his quiet breath puffing across Harry’s lips, and Harry feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to kiss Draco. But he’s willing to wait. It’s been months already, and a few more minutes or hours or even days won’t change how Harry feels about him. 

Closing his eyes, Draco lets out a shaky breath and says, “Distract me.”

“What?” 

“It’s too—I like you so much and I’ve never done this before and I need you to distract me before I go mad.”

Now Harry’s a bit distracted because Draco likes him and it’s the first time they’ve said anything about whatever it is they’re doing. Harry didn’t know he was into blokes until the start of term, then the first boy he liked was Draco Malfoy. They haven’t even kissed yet but Harry’s already head over heels in love, and everything is just very confusing. 

“Um…well, my first kiss was awful. I couldn’t stop talking about nargles, Cho was crying the whole time and she kept bringing up Cedric—”

“Harry, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

“Er—distracting you?”

“By talking about your ex-girlfriend?”

“Oh…” So it’s not Harry’s best idea, but it’s hard for him to think when Draco’s standing so close and he wants to kiss Draco more than he’s ever wanted anything. “Bloody hell. Look, I like you too. I like you a lot and you make me so nervous and I just don’t—”

Draco kisses him. 

They don’t quite know what to do with their hands, Harry’s fighting back a smile, Draco hasn’t moved his lips beyond crushing them to Harry’s, and the Bloody Baron floats by while ominously clanking his chains.

And Harry’s never had a more perfect first kiss.

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For the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: first kiss. All my kisses to @slytherco and @academicdisaster24​ for their help on this little fic.