Can you do some drarry where their first kiss is during a truth or dare game and it's really awkward but both Harry and Draco can't get it out of their minds?
āTruth or dare, Potter?ā Pansy asked as a large group of them sat in a circle in the eighth year common room.
Pansy gave him a devious smile.
āI dare you to kiss Draco.ā
Harryās eyes widened and he looked over to Draco, who was blushing furiously.
After about a minute of Harry doing nothing, Draco let out an exasperated sigh.
āScared, Potter?ā Draco asked.
Harry sucked in a breath and gave him a hard stare.
āYou wish,ā Harry muttered before going over to him, gently grabbing his chin to tilt his head up, and crashing his lips onto Dracoās.
Pansy let out a squeal of delight and clapped her hands.
Draco moaned and tangled his fingers into Harryās messy hair.
Everyone let it go on for a couple more second before someone finally told them to either stop or get a room.
They both pulled away panting and with red cheeks. Harry looked around at everyone, finally realizing just how many people had been watching them, and suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed. He didnāt even dare to look at Draco.
āI, uhh, gotta go,ā he mumbled before getting up and going up to his room.
He slammed his door behind him and paced around the room. He was so angry at himself for doing that, for letting it go that far. Him and Draco were finally on decent terms, and now he had messed it up by making it very obvious that he had feelings for Draco that were more than just friendly.
He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed, thinking of how he was going to avoid this.Ā
Draco let out a quiet, disappointed sigh when Harry got up and left. He looked at Pansy, who gave him a knowing smile. She knew how much Draco liked Harry, which is why she set up the game of truth or dare in the first place. He tried to force a smile onto his face, but Pansy wasnāt convinced.
She pulled Draco over to the side to talk to him.
āWhatās wrong, darling? Isnāt that what you wanted?ā
Draco ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
āYes, but heā¦he didnāt want it.ā
āAre you kidding me? He was totally into it.ā
āIf he was, he wouldnāt have left.ā
āDraco-ā Pansy began, but Draco just shook his head, stopping her.
He walked away to get a drink and tried to enjoy the party as if nothing had happened. After all, he was a Malfoy, he couldnāt let people thinking someone, especially Potter, had upset him.
Draco went to bed that night, drunk but still thinking of his and Potterās kiss.
They avoided each other the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that.
Harry even took detours on his way to classes just to avoid seeing Draco.
Draco walked around with his head held high, as if nothing had even happened, and Harry couldnāt believe that Draco was just utterly unaffected from the kiss, like he didnāt even care, which only made Harry feel worse.
It was one week after the kiss, however, when the two of them were forced to acknowledge the otherās presence.
Harry had gone down early to breakfast like any other day. He always enjoyed his alone time while eating in the morning, so it was part of his routine.
Draco woke up early and was unable to fall back asleep because he couldnāt stop thinking about Potter and their bloody kiss. He decided that there was no sense in continuing to just lay there, so he got ready and went down to The Great Hall.
He walked in, not expecting anyone else to be there at that hour, and therefore not even noticing the one person who was.
Harry was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadnāt heard Draco come in. It wasnāt until Draco sat down, a little ways away from Harry, at the eighth year table that they realized the other was there.
Harry awkwardly cleared his throat.
āGood morning,ā he mumbled.
Draco just stared at him, causing Harry to feel even more uncomfortable and embarrassed. Draco was about to get up to leave, but stopped when Harry spoke again.
āMalfoyā¦Draco, wait.ā
Draco looked up at him, and Harry got up to move so they were sitting next to each other.
āI-Iām sorry for, you know, kissing you.ā
āSorry? Why would you be sorry?ā
āBecause you donāt feel the same way that I feel about you. And you obviously didnāt want it and-ā
āPotter, are you kidding me? Of course I wanted it! Thatās the whole reason Pansy arranged the game! I thought you didnāt want it.ā
āSo how, exactly, do you feel about me, then, Potter?ā
He, once again, grabbed Dracoās chin, just like their kiss a week ago, and gently pressed their lips together.
Draco gasped at the softness of this kiss compared to the last, but then slowly kissed Harry back.
Draco smiled when they pulled away.
āThatās exactly how I feel, too.ā
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