Inspired by this amazing piece of art by the fabulous @nedjemmm (Thank you for letting me write this kjbfkgbdgkbfdkgjbdg 💙💙)
@call-me-hopelesss Turns out, hate snogging is not my forte 😂 But I couldn’t stop thinking about it after I read your comment 😂
“What did you just say to me?”
“What did you just say to me? I dare you to repeat it.” He shivers, either from the cold or from hardly being able to contain his anger. Harry isn’t sure.
“I said maybe you should exchange that green and silver scarf for a Hufflepuff one.”
“And why the hell would I do that?”
Harry’s grin widens. “I saw you earlier, with that little girl.”
Something flickers across Malfoy’s face. Harry’s caught him, but he’s trying to act nonchalant.
“The girl you were comforting. I heard what you said to her. I thought that was…nice.”
“And what makes you think I give a damn about what you think?” Malfoy spits.
“Oh, so this is what you not caring looks like?” Harry sniggers.
Malfoy narrows his eyes and steps closer. If he thinks Harry is intimidated by the two inches he’s taller than him, he thought wrong.
“What are you trying to imply here?” Malfoy sneers. “Are you calling me a wimp?”
“Your words, not mine,” Harry laughs. “I just had no idea you were so in touch with your emotional side.”
Malfoy’s rosy cheeks turn crimson. But he doesn’t seem embarrassed or flustered, he seems livid. He grabs Harry by his scarf and pulls him forward until he’s inches away from his face.
“I’ll show you just how much I’m in touch with my emotional side,” he growls.
“Oh yeah?” Harry says challengingly. He raises his chin. “I bet you’re too much of a coward.”
“Who are you calling a coward?” Malfoy barks.
“I bet you don’t have the balls to—to—”
Harry swallows, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. And vulnerable. It’s a challenge. Malfoy won’t know about his feelings. Right? Right. He’ll be too angry anway.
Harry raises his chin even higher and squares his shoulders. “I bet you’re too much of a coward to kiss me.”
For a tiny fraction of a second, Malfoy looks shocked. But then he snorts, tightening his grip on Harry’s scarf.
“You’re out of your mind, Potter.”
“Shut up.” Malfoy’s eyes bore into his as though he’s searching for something. “You’re the bloody Gryffindor here. You do it if you want to so badly.”
“What? I didn’t say—Fuck you!”
Before Malfoy can say anything else, Harry mimics him, grabs the bloody prat by his scarf and yanks him forward. He can’t help but let out a little gasp when he feels Malfoy’s lips pressed against his own. For a moment, they’re both completely motionless. Until Harry feels Malfoy’s lips curl into a smirk.
“Is that all you can do?” he mumbles against Harry’s mouth.
Harry scowls at him and immediately lets go of his scarf; instead, he buries his hands and Malfoy’s hair and pulls him closer. His heart jumps when Malfoy wraps his arms around him and presses his hands against the small of Harry’s back. Oh, that pompous git! He won’t outdo Harry. Not a chance.
Harry opens his mouth and Malfoy loses no time in slipping his tongue inside. Harry pushes back with his own, releasing an enormous swarm of butterflies inside his stomach. More than once, their teeth clash against each other; it only encourages Harry to yank harder at Malfoy’s hair, to brush his tongue more firmly against Malfoy’s, to step closer so there’s absolutely no room left between them.
Malfoy grunts when Harry softly bites his bottom lip and smiles. He returns the favour, leaving Harry breathless and shivering.
He has no idea how long they’re standing there, practically attacking each other’s face, but he knows he could go for hours. Much too soon, Malfoy steps back; his cheeks are flushed and his lips swollen. He gives Harry a strange look, one he can’t place, before his brows are furrowed in a nasty scowl.
“I hate you more,” Harry shoots back. He hesitates for a moment and searches Malfoy’s face for anything other than repugnance. Maybe he’s imagining it, but he thinks he sees it in his eyes, in the twitch of his mouth.
Malfoy ruins the moment with a rude hand gesture before he stomps off towards the castle.
Harry looks after him, his lips still tingling, and wonders how soon would be too soon to pick another fight with Malfoy.
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