Serendipity

4: My First Kiss Went A Little Like This

Draco
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I didn't know what to do with it, so I just licked it...

Harry's lolli, I mean. He just kinda gave it to me and said, "Hold this a sec," and dashed out. Which brings me back to the licking.

As I was saying, I didn't know what to do with the lolli, so I just kind of licked it. It was one of those giant, swirly rainbow lollis, too. It tasted like fruit and sugar.

I realise now how sexual that whole explanation sounded, but you can rest assured that when I say I "licked Harry's lolli," I did not mean it like that, you little perverts.

Anyway, the lolli was really good and it kinda got me thinking like, What does Harry taste like? 'Cos I've never kissed him before, so how should I know? But I really got wondering 'cos, I mean, he's my boyfriend and all, so shouldn't I get to kiss him at least once?

Of course, this thought gave me an idea...

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"Harry!" I called. He's right in front of me, I know he hears me! That little bugger... "Harry!"

I reached out and grabbed his arm. I dragged him quickly into a closet. It may not be the one we usually meet in, but it would do for the few minutes we'd be using it.

"So am I getting mugged or somethin'?" Harry asked as soon as I shut the door.

"It's me, idiot," I replied. We hadn't much time until class, and I wasn't going to waste it with dumb questions.

"I know it's you! Why did you pull me in here, is what I'm asking!"

"Ssh! Keep your voice down! And I had to get you alone so I could ask you something!"

"Well, out with it, then!"

"Well..." I couldn't help but start blushing. Sure, we'd been dating for a couple of months now, but I still got butterflies every time it came to asking him out.

"Well, what?"

"I-I was wondering i-if you'd... go on a date with me on Saturday..." I mumbled the last bit, but he somehow still heard it. A huge grin broke out on his face.

"You'll never learn to ask me out properly, will you?" he said.

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course, idiot." Harry smiled and hugged me. I hugged him back tightly, holding him a minute. Why does he have to be so adorable and perfect?

-

I told him to meet me at midnight on top of the North Tower. Nothing was happening tonight, anyway, so he'd be able to sneak out. It was fairly simple, really.

We'd already been up there a bit, just talking and watching the stars twinkle around us as he snuggled up to me, when it finally happened. We had just been talking (about what, I can't recall) and suddenly our faces were a hell of a lot closer than they were before.

I'm not really sure what it was - that look in his eyes, how close he was, how perfect the moment seemed? - but I chose that moment to close the distance between our lips.

Now, I've kissed plenty of girls before, but nothing compared to that moment. That was what a real first kiss should feel like. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted like mint and pumpkin juice and oh.

I knew it right then and there that there was nothing I needed more than this, than him. Harry. I tried to convey all that in the way I held him, in the way I kissed him. I know he felt it just in the way he kissed back, the way his fingers grasped at my shoulders, my shirt, anything solid for him to hold on to.

As I pulled back and looked into those beautiful green eyes, I could have said it right there. I love you, Harry Potter. But I didn't. I simply smiled and asked him if he wanted back his lolli.