Nobody ever asked my birthday

Chapter 305

The rest of the dance seemed a blur. Harry'd gone up to congratulate Seamus and Nevile and Luna, but discovered that the mob was so enamoured that he'd better just wait till later. Once the Slytherins returned, Harry'd let Malfoy do most of the talking, as he was more skilled with lying. He'd said variously to different people, that "They'd done this for a laugh", to a smirky "Dating for ages," to a standoffish "I didn't come with him," (which was hilarious, as Goyle and Crabbe didn't want to actually vocally disagree with Malfoy). Harry just knew the gossips would be staying up late for days trying to figure Draco Malfoy out.

"Best Date I've had at Hogwarts," Harry said firmly.

"Huh. What do you know. Me too." Draco Malfoy said, slightly flummoxed.

"What, you didn't like Pansy at Yule?" Harry said.

"She wore pink. And called me Drakey-poo." Draco Malfoy said. "It was entirely undignified."

"So why'd you ask her then?" Harry responded.

"Who says I did?" Malfoy shot icily back.

"Don't tell me, your parents arranged it." Harry said, sounding a bit chagrined.

"No, she asked me. In her very skilled, "I know what's best for you" voice," Draco Malfoy said, sounding the slightest bit put out, "I didn't have my eye on anyone, so... why not?" Draco's chagrined smile told it all, as he said, "She explained why not, at quite some length. I know I left the dance before you did."

Harry nodded, "Yeah, because at least I'd gone with someone I could stand."

"I love Pansy," Draco Malfoy said, and at Harry's wide-eyed face, snorted, "Not like that. She's a great friend. Bad date though, at least for me."

"I heard that, Draco Malfoy," Pansy said. "You Tricked me tonight! You owe me!" By this point, Pansy'd managed to grab Draco's arm. "Downstairs, now!" Pansy snapped, "You're going to finish the five inches of Potions that I can't be bothered to write." Her blueeyed look certainly put the lie to 'can't be bothered.' as she was clearly bothered by this.

"No goodbye kiss, Potter?" Malfoy said, a challenging gleam in his eye.

"You're on," Harry growled, having just a split second to see Malfoy's eyes bug out, before he was kissing the other boy. Not that Harry liked Draco or anything (though he was possibly able to stand him, for short periods of time). And then Harry daringly slid his tongue between his lips, licking demandingly at the point where Draco's lips pressed together. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders, and Harry wrapped his hands around the small of Draco's back. And then they were frenching.

As they pulled apart - both struggling to catch their breath - more because they had somehow construed the challenge to be "kiss for as long as possible" than any sort of arousal.

"I still don't like you, Malfoy," Harry ground out.

"Same here," Malfoy said.

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