"Pansy—."
       "You lost the bet, Draco," Pansy cut in. "Now stop talking. I don't want to mess up your lipstick."
         Draco huffed dramatically, but obeyed.
         Silence fell as Pansy swiped the crimson colored lipstick in the inner part of his lips and dabbed it out.
         "I don't really understand how you can't just say it," sighed Pansy, applying eyeshadow on Draco's eyelids. She opted for a light pink.
         "How am I supposed to say, 'You're the treacle you my tart' in such a casual manner?" Draco deadpanned. 
        "Maybe it's not supposed to be casual. You are telling him you like him, Darling."
        "How come I have to wear makeup?"
       "Shut it, Draco. You know you've always wanted to." Pansy uncapped a tube of makeup.
        Draco shuffled backwards by an inch. "Pansy, I cannot wear eyeliner—,"
        "It's not going to be like mine." She gestured to an ink black, sharp, immaculate wing that rested on her eyelid. "It's like this." She sketched the eyeliner on her pale wrist.
       It was a warm toned, soft, ash grey color.
      "Fine," Draco grumbled in attempt to hide his liking to it, but Pansy knew better and traced it on his eyelids with a smug expression on her face.
         "What are you doing?" Draco demanded as he saw Pansy pull out the red lipstick again.
       "I think you would look good in a full red lip rather than a gradient," she said. She pulled out a lip liner of the same color and traced the edges of his lips. She filled in the outline with the lipstick.
        "Wow," she breathed after she took a step back to admire her handiwork. "You look hot."
       Draco blushed.
       "That's it!" she exclaimed, sifting through the mess of tubes and brushes on the dark green bed. Pansy dusted a pink color on his profound cheekbones, and added a shimmery highlighter on his features.
        "Perfect!" She shoved a mirror at him. His jaw slackened at the sight.
       The eyeliner matched with his eyes, pointing the attention to his mercury colored iris. His cheeks were dusted pink. The tip of his nose, his Cupid's bow, and a dash on his cheekbones, were all shimmering the light.
      And last but not least, his lips.
      They were plump and full. But the thing was, they were bold. They were red and wonderful and so so pretty.
        "Stop staring at yourself!" She snatched his hand and led him to the door of her room. "Potter is going to love this!!"
         "Wait! My hair!" Draco clutched at the white blond hair atop his head. It was wavy, and no matter how much he tried to suppress it, it would never grow to be straight.
         "Oh yeah," she said as she moved bits and pieces around.
        "Okay! Done!" she chirped, she tugged on his hand, and then stopped and looked at him when he stayed planted on the spot.
         "It's still not straight!" he whined.
         "You're mother gave you that hair," retorted Pansy, "and do you have anything against your mother?"
        "Well no—." He was suddenly body slammed by the such a short female, and ended up outside of the door, followed by Pansy, who tapped the knob on the door which made a click sound.
        "Locked!" she sung cheerfully. "Come on!"

        The students in the Slytherin common room stared at him in silence. Some were of amazement, most were of disgust. Although, they did come from pureblood families, so he couldn't blame them. 

        Chatter clogged the Great Hall, students jabbering away at important and unimportant stuff alike, but the noise vanished, albeit with a few whispers when he entered the hall.

       Draco ignored the whispers and sat primly in his usual seat at Slytherin table.
       When the chatter started back up again, he took a piece of toast and brought it to his lips until it was violently smacked out of his hands.
        "Don't ruin the lipstick!" Pansy hissed.
        "What am I supposed to do? Starve?" he retorted reaching for another piece of toast.
        Pansy smacked his outstretched arms away from the trays of food. "Beauty is pain—."

        "Look." Blaise interjected. "Look at Potter."
       Pansy and Draco's heads snapped towards Potter, who's wide eyes were glued to him. He was frozen with overly buttered toast halfway in his mouth.
     The Weasley seemed to notice and poked Harry in his side, which was ineffective. Weasley followed Harry's line of vision, and locked eyes with Draco.
       Ron's groan echoed loudly through the hall.

        "Are you still thinking that he doesn't like you?" asked Pansy, raising a perfectly penciled eyebrow.
           "What if he just thinks I look dumb with all this makeup on?"
       "Hermione has informed me that Harry is very bisexual, darling. You have a chance," said Pansy. "Plus, you still have to ask him!" she chirped as she poked him in the cheek. Draco frowned and smacked her finger away.

Even though Draco had been hungry, his stomach roiled nervously at the thought of asking Potter out. Especially in such a cheesy manner.
He wasn't exactly sure if Potter liked him. They usually were partners in potions and studied together. Sometimes Potter would flash him one of his lopsided grins, and everything else in the world would cease to exist.

The air was chill as Draco stepped out, near the entrance to the village. Draco was grateful for the chill weather. He wouldn't know what he would do if his makeup was melted off from summer heat. If it did, Pansy would probably fix it. Speaking of Pansy, he swiveled his gaze to find her, and then accidentally locked eyes with Potter, who's forest green eyes furiously burned holes into him. The Gryffindor continued looking at Draco as if he was totally oblivious to the eye-burning. How shameless.
Draco tore his gaze away, trying to quell his heart thumping in his chest. Where's Pansy? He had to tell her he made eye contact with Potter!
But Pansy was ten feet ahead of him, but he was incapable of reaching her through the swarm of enthusiastic third years.
"Going to Hogsmeade for the first time wasn't that exciting," he muttered, trying to push through the crowd in attempt to get to her.

"Excuse me—," he said pushing through the recalcitrant crowd. "Excuse me, Exc—MOVE. IM GAY."

The sea of chattering third years turned silent, and they separated, making a path for him.
"Thank you," he said primly, waltzing through the path.
"Quite an entrance," Pansy commented.
"Shut up," he said.
"Where are you going?" Pansy demanded, hurrying after Draco who was heading determinedly to the village.
"To The Three Broomsticks or Honeydukes," he answered shortly.

The left over energy from coming out to the third years had left him with a new, dazzling sense of recklessness, and he wasn't going to waste it.

"POTTER." The door of Honeydukes burst open, as a gust wind ominously blew through the opening. Standing in the doorframe, was Draco Malfoy in all his dramatic glory.
Every eye in the shop landed on him, but none of them belonged to Potter.

Then he slammed the door shut.

"Wait!" exclaimed Pansy as she rushed into Honeydukes, came out, and slapped something into Draco's hand.
"A treacle tart?"
"Give them to Potter when you tell him!" she ordered. Then she pushed him to the direction of The Three Broomsticks before he could protest.

"POTTER!" The door to the Three Broomsticks dramatically burst open, revealing red-lipped Draco Malfoy, and all of his gay glory.
Sure enough, the green eyed, bespectacled young man sat with his wide eyed friends.
Malfoy sauntered toward the table the trio were sitting at. Even though he walked in a graceful and careless manner, his heart thudded loudly and erratically in his chest.
When he finally arrived at the table, he looked Potter in eye, even though every single fibre of his being was screaming at him not to; and slammed the treacle tart on the table in front of the bespectacled git.
He thrust a slender manicured finger at the Gryffindor.
"You," said Draco. His face looking determined, even though he was inwardly shaking. But he maintained the mask and ignored the erratic thumping of his heart.
"You," he continued, taking an inaudible inhale.
"You are the treacle to my tart," finished Draco, and before he knew it, he grasped the collar of the Gryffindor and gave him a searing kiss.
As Draco pulled away, Potter stumbled away, looking awestruck. His mouth wide open and stained with the color of Draco's lipstick.
"I knew this was going to happen, but not so soon," Ron attempted to murmur to Hermione.
But Draco kept his eyes on Potter, who's face remained shocked and...conflicted?
But Potter wasn't kissing him back, and he wasn't on his knees declaring his love for Draco Malfoy. So with one fleeting look, Draco swished his robe and began to head out of the place.
"Malfoy!"
Draco turned around.
"Draco," Harry breathed.
Draco took several steps toward the Gryffindor. "Yes?" he replied, lifting his chin and his smeared lipstick, not breaking eye contact.
Harry licked his lips and tousled his already messy hair, ruining it further. Harry glanced at his drink on the table beside him.

"Draco," he said. "You're the butter to my beer."

Seamus whooped loudly.

His cheer was followed by the rest the audience that they had unintentionally acquired.

Harry grinned nervously, showcasing his two canine teeth, which were quite adorable in his lopsided grins.
Harry's fingers climbed onto Draco's neck, and brought the two of them closer.
Their lips brushed, and then Harry began to kiss him, slower than before and featherlight. Draco couldn't help but smile into kiss.
Every one's cheers echoed through the lively pub, except one's.
Ron groaned.
"It's happening, Mione!" he cried, draping himself all over the table.
Draco and Harry both chuckled until their attention was back on each other.

Harry's hands interlaced behind Draco's neck as they leaned in for another kiss.
"You have lipstick all over you mouth," commented Draco, trying to mask the contented ness in his face. Harry was holding him and he felt quite warm in his arms.
Harry just smiled and reached to kiss Draco again, but Draco stood up straight and lifted his chin, stacking a good few inches between the two. Draco raised his eyebrow at the shorter man.
"Oh shut up," grinned Harry as he took hold of Draco's collar and kissed him and left the Slytherin's mind deliciously blank.

So they continued kissing in the middle of a chaotic pub, and lived happily every after.

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