Draco had been dreaming of this moment for as long as he could remember. He often wondered what it would be like, to be so close to those viridian green eyes that the long black eyelashes that framed them could tickle his face. But he knew that he was hoping for a dream that would most likely never happen.
Draco had no idea when the spite and the bitter anger he felt towards Harry Potter changed into something else, but it had. So slow and gradual that he barely noticed the change. That is until he often found himself lost in thought, admiring Harry’s long lean frame striding across the Great Hall at breakfast. Or in Potions class, Malfoy would find himself distracted by Harry’s untidy black hair becoming even more tousled, his cheeks slightly pink, the top button of his shirt undone, exposing the pale hollow of his neck. Draco could not help but think that it suited him. How his pale skin contrasted so nicely with the flush of his cheeks and his jet black hair.
It was thoughts like these that Draco discovered he wanted to do more than just admire from afar. He daydreamed in his other classes about how it would feel to caress Potter’s angled jaw and slender neck, and how it would feel to kiss the unexposed skin hidden under his clothing. So it was in that moment that he could not believe that his lips were firmly pressed against Harry’s surprisingly soft lips and that Harry was actually reciprocating the kiss.
Harry Potter was kissing him.
Harry Potter wanted to kiss him.
Potter and his stupid glasses.
Potter and that stupid smirk.
Malfoy did not know how long the kiss lasted for. It could have been mere seconds or minutes. He couldn’t be sure. But he was painfully aware of the feeling of Harry’s face in his hands, Harry’s slender body on top of him, the two of them pressed firmly together, legs intertwined, of Harry’s hot breath against his mouth.
Draco was sure that he must be dreaming. In an attempt to ground himself in the moment, Draco Malfoy desperately clung to Harry as they momentarily parted lips to gasp for air, then once again united in another kiss. This time, a passionate hungry kiss that promised no end in sight. And Draco had never felt any sensation quite like kissing Harry Potter.
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[note] I saw this gif this evening and it inspired me to write a one-shot of what Draco could be thinking the first time he and Harry ever kiss. I have always seen Draco as more troubled, but I wanted to focus more on his fixation with Harry, with just a *smidge* of erotic. This is my first attempt at writing and I truly would love some feedback, positive or negative or critical. Please feel free to message me, follow me, or just reach out to me to ask questions.