Harry's POV

     I slunk off to the bathrooms at noon. I had changed into my own clothes previously, Dracos folded neatly and piled in my arms. When I got there, Draco was leaning over the sink, but he wasn't coughing. He was simply staring down the drain.

     I cleared my throat. "Hey, Draco. Your clothes are right here."

     He looked over, a surprised expression etched across his face. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Thank you. I decided that I rather need a shower, and these are really the only clothes that fit me properly that are clean."

     "That would explain why you need them," I said, out stretching my arm to hand him his clothes. He took them with a small smile.

     "So I know we were going to discuss this later, but what happened with Snape last night?" I asked, moving so I was sitting on the edge of a clean sink.

    He sighed. The question alone seemed to wear him out; dragging down his mood. "It's... He wasn't happy to learn that we've been spending time together. He never really liked you, so us getting along isn't in his best interest for me." He sighed, staring into the broken mirror before grimacing and turning away.

     "Right. So... What did he do when he saw us?"

     Draco chewed at his bottom lip. "Just made me leave you in the bathroom and sleep in my own dorms. I wanted to wake you so that you wouldn't get caught, but he told me rather sternly to leave you. So for that, I apologize."

     "That's alright. It's not your fault Snape is way too overprotective." I shrugged. "Just like it's not my fault he hates me."

     Draco sighed again. "Severus will be Severus."

     We were both quiet for a while, contemplating our recent conversation. It made a lot of sense, but Snape didn't seem too upset when I told him I was helping Draco. Even let me get out of class without deducting points or getting me in trouble. That had me anxiously chewing my own lip. What did Snape really feel about this situation?

     Of course, he wasn't going to like a relationship of Draco and I got into one, but as friends I don't see why he would care. Maybe it got too close to a relationship because he was in my lap and I was holding him? Honestly, Snape wasn't something I wanted to spend my lunch period thinking about, so I turned to face Draco.

     "How are you doing?" I asked, gesturing vaguely to his chest and head. "With the thing."

     Draco looked amused. "The thing?"

     "Hanahaki, you know what I mean," I huffed irritatedly, causing him to laugh.

     I could see his words start to form a sentence but he quickly cut it off, blushing slightly. "Erm, better. It's obviously a pain in the ass, and it's still pretty severe, but a lot of the weight has been removed over the last couple weeks."

     I nodded slowly. "Well, I'm glad."

     Draco nodded, running his hand through his hair. "Me too." I don't think either of us could help the dusty pink that spread onto our cheeks, and the tips of Dracos ears.

     I wasn't quite sure how, or when, but I was suddenly standing in front of Draco. He looked confused, and even I was confused as to what I was doing. I quickly remembered when Draco chewed at his bottom lip, asking what I was doing.

     I took another step towards him, backing him against the sink slightly. "Harry? What are you doing?" He repeated, sounding kind of nervous. Instead of answering, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

     He made a muffled 'mmph!' Sound, his eyes going wide and his face going a dark shade of crimson. His lips weren't cold like the rest of his body; they were warm. And firm. I brought one hand up behind Dracos head, holding him in place while I treaded my fingers through his hair, my other hand moving and placing itself on his left hip.

     Draco was quick to comply after his initial shock. His once unmoving lips started to slowly move against mine, his eyes closing part way. As my grip on his hips tightened, the kiss for some reason deepened.

     (This is where I decide. Dom Harry? Dom Draco? WhIcH tO cHoOsE)

     I gently licked along the outsides of his lips, light pink, warm and firm. His hands flew to grip my robes, fisting the clothes my upper toarso and right hip as soon as I did so. His mouth parted slightly after I teased him a little more, and I took it as an excuse to press my tongue into his mouth, both of us moaning softly.

     It was bliss. Dracos mouth was hot and wet and he made sure to keep my tongue busy, either stroking it with his own or urging me to kiss him harder. I wasn't really sure how I had gotten into this, but I did know that I was enjoying it, probably more than I should be.

     Dracos grip on my shirt pulled me closer, kissing back with an enthusiasm I hadn't seen from him before. As I traced my tongue over his teeth, lips, the roof of his mouth, everything I could, including the vine that trailed along the inside of his left cheek, soft whimpers and even quieter moans slips from between our lips, when we weren't occupied with kissing each other as hard and affectionately as we could.

     After at least five minutes of that we pulled away, breathing heavily. His silver eyes opened to full size again, gazing at me with an innocence that certainly wasn't there a minute ago.

     (I chose Harry. Also, sorry for the sucky kissing scene, I suck at writing kissing 😂)

     We kinda just stared at each other for a while, still holding each other. I cleared my throat and looked away awkwardly, my dark crimson blush somehow going darker, as I could see in the mirror. Draco, too, was flushed heavily, his breathing coming out in long, slow breaths. I slowly removed my hands from Draco, even though I didn't want to, and he released my robes, though his hands moved to his own jeans instead.

      "I... Uh, I'll see you tonight?"

     Draco licked his lips before nodding. "Yeah. Tonight."

     I wanted to kiss him again, but I forced myself to turn and wak towards the exit of the bathroom, smiling to myself like an idiot. All the way to potions, I couldn't deter the smile for any more than a few seconds before it crept back onto my face, but I didn't care.

      I was utterly in love with Draco Malfoy, and I wasn't ashamed to say so.