Okay. I can do this. I'm just telling my enemy of six years that he has to kiss me, otherwise I'll turn into a cat permanently. Right. Not terrifying in the slightest. Where's Gryffindor bravery when you need it? Harry told himself, trying to psych himself up to convince Malfoy to -- ugh, he couldn't even think about it. It was just too-- "Mr. Potter!" Professor Flitwick shouted, with the air of someone who had called him multiple times. "Sorry, Professor!" He replied hurriedly. Prof. Flitwick sighed. "That's all right, Mr. Potter. Now, please demonstrate how to properly charm a teacup to dance the macarena."

"Yes, Professor." Harry said, and cast the spell.

~~~

"Malfoy, I need to talk with you." Harry said after class, catching up to Malfoy and his bodyguards. Malfoy looked surprised for a moment before he replaced the expression with a sneer. "And what could the Boy-Who-Lived possibly want with poor old commoner me?"

"Seriously, Malfoy."

"Well, then? Say it, Potter." Malfoy sneered at him, arms crossed.

"Alone."

"Fine then." Malfoy said, holding a hand up to silence the protests from his Slytherin followers. "After all, what could the Golden Boy of Gryffindor do to me?"

The walk over to an empty classroom was awkward and silent, and once they got there, Harry took a deep breath. "Malfoy, do you remember the potion mishap last week?"

"Yes, why?"

~~~

Malfoy looked at Harry, dumbfounded. "So that's why you're so..." he trailed off.

"Er, yes. Look, Malfoy, will you please just do it? Then we can go our separate ways and never speak of this again, all right?" Harry pleaded. A smirk crept across Malfoy's face.

"Oh, no. I'm keeping this as blackmail. I'll kiss you when I want to, not when you say." he said. "And I don't want to yet."