Some Things Never Change
Harry sat up in his chair and took a sip of his coffee, the liquid easily slipping down his throat and leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Hermione sat across the table from him swallowing her own drink, though hers was much more froo-froo with 2 shots of this and one pump of that. Harry liked his coffee simple and plain, with just a few drips of milk and one spoonful of sugar. If only his life was that simple.
“And then he kissed me” Harry muttered. He furrowed his brow, expecting an outburst, a string of expletives, or at least just a few questions, but none of those came.
“Oh, really?” Hermione asked over her cup, looking completely as if Harry kissing, not only a boy, but one of his arch enemies was a common, every-day occurrence, and simply not out of place at all.
“Yes, really…” Harry said slowly, measuring his words carefully. “Doesn’t this strike you as odd? That I, Harry Potter, just admitted that I kissed a boy, and not just any boy, but the Draco Malfoy? The boy who tortured both our lives for 7 years straight, and then several years thereafter?”
“No,” Hermione said. “I’ve honestly been expecting this for ages. In fact, Fred and George had a wager going on how long it would take. George will be glad to hear that he won I think.” She smirked brazenly, an expression not often seen on her face.
“What?! What do you mean you’ve been expecting this!” demanded Harry, a blush spreading over his cheeks and leaving a warmth in much the same way his coffee had.
“Oh, honestly Harry. Everyone knows you guys have had a thing for each other for years.”
“We have not!” Harry whispered heatedly, not wishing others to overhear their conversation; who knows when someone from the Prophet is around, after all. “We’ve hated each other since first year!”
“You don’t think anyone noticed you staring at Malfoy’s arse his first day in the office?” The three of them now worked in the Department of Magical Defense for the ministry.
“I was not!” squealed Harry, almost girlishly, nearly choking on his drink. Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
Not but a week after said conversation, Harry found an article clipping sitting on his desk as he walked into his office, along with short note. Its elegant, curvy scrawl was familiar.
I thought you may find this interesting.
Draco
Harry tossed the note to the side and pulled the article closer, unfolding it and laying it on his desk. He immediately groaned.
HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY SEEN KISSING OUTSIDE A PUB!
-Rita Skeeter
There was an accompanying picture as well, but before Harry had the chance to inspect the article closer, he heard a familiar drawl behind him and hot breath on his neck. There was only one person it could be.
“Yes, Draco?” Harry asked tiredly.
“Oh, just figured I’d stop in and observe your reaction.” Draco said, smirking in a manner all too reminiscent of his schoolboy days.
“Well you’ve seen it,” Harry said, intending malice but finding no energy or motivation to let it be known. “So go.”
“No, I don’t think quite yet.” Before he could give Harry enough time respond, he whipped him around, pushing him up against his desk so quickly that Harry was forced to throw his hands out behind him to find his balance. Draco smashed his lips to Harry’s, perhaps too forcefully, but the point made all the same - I want you.
Harry pushed him away, wiping his hand across his mouth, though with no conviction behind his actions. “Malfoy! Out!” Harry said, pointing his finger toward the door. Draco smirked and bowed, taking Harry’s hand in his own and bringing it up to his lips gently. One last dazzling smile, and Draco was walking out, his hips swinging in a manner that seemed far too practiced to be natural. But, just as his kiss had, it made its point.
“Damn Malfoy and his bloody arse.”
Some things never change.
“And then he kissed me” Harry muttered. He furrowed his brow, expecting an outburst, a string of expletives, or at least just a few questions, but none of those came.
“Oh, really?” Hermione asked over her cup, looking completely as if Harry kissing, not only a boy, but one of his arch enemies was a common, every-day occurrence, and simply not out of place at all.
“Yes, really…” Harry said slowly, measuring his words carefully. “Doesn’t this strike you as odd? That I, Harry Potter, just admitted that I kissed a boy, and not just any boy, but the Draco Malfoy? The boy who tortured both our lives for 7 years straight, and then several years thereafter?”
“No,” Hermione said. “I’ve honestly been expecting this for ages. In fact, Fred and George had a wager going on how long it would take. George will be glad to hear that he won I think.” She smirked brazenly, an expression not often seen on her face.
“What?! What do you mean you’ve been expecting this!” demanded Harry, a blush spreading over his cheeks and leaving a warmth in much the same way his coffee had.
“Oh, honestly Harry. Everyone knows you guys have had a thing for each other for years.”
“We have not!” Harry whispered heatedly, not wishing others to overhear their conversation; who knows when someone from the Prophet is around, after all. “We’ve hated each other since first year!”
“You don’t think anyone noticed you staring at Malfoy’s arse his first day in the office?” The three of them now worked in the Department of Magical Defense for the ministry.
“I was not!” squealed Harry, almost girlishly, nearly choking on his drink. Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
Not but a week after said conversation, Harry found an article clipping sitting on his desk as he walked into his office, along with short note. Its elegant, curvy scrawl was familiar.
I thought you may find this interesting.
Draco
Harry tossed the note to the side and pulled the article closer, unfolding it and laying it on his desk. He immediately groaned.
HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY SEEN KISSING OUTSIDE A PUB!
-Rita Skeeter
There was an accompanying picture as well, but before Harry had the chance to inspect the article closer, he heard a familiar drawl behind him and hot breath on his neck. There was only one person it could be.
“Yes, Draco?” Harry asked tiredly.
“Oh, just figured I’d stop in and observe your reaction.” Draco said, smirking in a manner all too reminiscent of his schoolboy days.
“Well you’ve seen it,” Harry said, intending malice but finding no energy or motivation to let it be known. “So go.”
“No, I don’t think quite yet.” Before he could give Harry enough time respond, he whipped him around, pushing him up against his desk so quickly that Harry was forced to throw his hands out behind him to find his balance. Draco smashed his lips to Harry’s, perhaps too forcefully, but the point made all the same - I want you.
Harry pushed him away, wiping his hand across his mouth, though with no conviction behind his actions. “Malfoy! Out!” Harry said, pointing his finger toward the door. Draco smirked and bowed, taking Harry’s hand in his own and bringing it up to his lips gently. One last dazzling smile, and Draco was walking out, his hips swinging in a manner that seemed far too practiced to be natural. But, just as his kiss had, it made its point.
“Damn Malfoy and his bloody arse.”
Some things never change.