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"HARRY!"

Harry blinked. "Yes, sorry, what?"

"The bottle's landed on you, mate," Seamus said, a strong Irish tilt in his voice. Harry blinked again and glanced at the bottle disinterestedly.

"Right then, who am I kissing?" Aside from one or two nervous coughs, silence answered him. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, the bespectacled boy turned to Hermione, who was also looking a bit confused. Finding no help there, he then turned to Ron, who was staring across the circle in horror. "Erm…" Harry followed his gaze and his eyes found Malfoy, the blond boy's lips curled in disgust. He blinked once more, wondering who on Earth he would be kissing that had this effect on Malfoy even-

Wait.

Eyes going wide, Harry snapped his gaze back around to meet Malfoy's and found, much to his own horror, that Malfoy's disgust was directed at him.

"Oh no…no way, no way in hell am I kissing Malfoy," Harry said, falling onto all fours and backing up slowly. "You can't make me!" There was still silence around the circle until Malfoy smirked and started casually observing his fingernails.

"Well, well, well, Potter. So much for that notorious Gryffindor bravery." He raised his eyes to meet Harry's, and his smirk widened. "Scared off by a little kiss. Even Brown wasn't afraid of kissing another girl."

"I have no problem kissing another boy, Malfoy, I just have a problem kissing you," Harry spat. Draco's eyebrows rose.

"Oh ho ho! No problem kissing a boy? Something you're not telling-"

"That's not what I meant!"

"I think it was."

"It was not!"

"Boys! I don't care who has a problem with what, I want to see some kissing!" Pansy broke in. She had a strange glint in her eyes.

And that was when Harry realized that something was very wrong with his classmates. Glancing around nervously, he noticed the same hungry look in many of the other girls' eyes, and Seamus' for that matter, but he ignored that. Most of the other boys simply looked interested, aside from Ron who was outright disgusted.

"Ew, gross, I agree with Harry, he shouldn't have to kiss Malfoy!" he exclaimed, nose wrinkling. Harry nodded vigorously and turned to Hermione, expecting the same support, only to find her with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"No, Ron, I think Harry should do it," she said softly. Pansy glanced at her and smirked. "After all, Lavender and Padma had to. It's only fair."

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, looking completely scandalized. Draco chuckled. "Shut up, Malfoy!"

"I just find it funny that you're so scared, Potter. Maybe that's what the Dark Lord should do, eh, offer to bugger you or some such? That'd send you running." He looked very smug.

"And why are you so eager, Malfoy? Something you're not telling us?" Harry snapped, finally turning back to face his nemesis. Draco opened his mouth to retort, paused, made some sort of indignant sound, and finally managed to speak something that made sense.

"Oh you wish, Potter!" Ok, so it wasn't his best comeback.

"If I don't see you two snogging in the next few seconds," Pansy started threateningly, pulling out her wand.

"Alright, fine!" Harry finally conceded, eyes narrowed angrily. "Get over here, Malfoy." Draco stared at him incredulously.

"Right, I think not. How about you come over here?"

"You were the one who was so eager to kiss me, you can move your own lazy arse!" Inwardly, Harry cringed as the argument quickly deteriorated into grade school nonsense.

"I don't think so, Potter, I was not eager to-"

"Alright, that does it!" Hermione stood and pulled her own wand out. She suddenly seemed very intimidating, looming overhead with a stormy expression on her face. Harry scowled at her and reluctantly dragged himself across the circle towards Malfoy, wondering when he'd wandered into an alternate universe where Slytherins and Gryffindors had parties together and Hermione wanted him to kiss Draco Malfoy.

"I knew you wanted it, Potter," Draco smirked at him. Harry decided not to point out the light pink blooming in his cheeks.

"Malfoy, shut up," he said tiredly instead.

"Make me, Potter," was Malfoy's reply, until what he said caught up with him and the smirk fell right off his face and apparently onto Harry's.

"Told you you wanted it," he said, eyes glinting, and then he reached out and grasped Draco by the chin, pulling him forward and placing his mouth determinedly on the other boy's.

Harry'd only kissed one other person before, and while the disaster with Cho had certainly not been the best experience of his life, he was glad he could still say he at least enjoyed that kiss far better than the one he was currently partaking in.

It lasted less than two seconds, but even that was too long for Harry. He pulled back almost immediately and wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve, though that was completely unnecessary because there had never been a kiss that was more tightly close-mouthed than the one that he and Draco had just shared.

Draco was doing the same thing, cheeks growing a deeper pink to match the color that Harry could feel burning in his own.

"Well that was the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced," Draco eventually said, breaking the deafening silence that had fallen. He sneered at Harry, and the green-eyed boy scowled right back.

"Not my fault you suck at kissing."

"Oh, sod off, Potter."


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