- prologue -
18.06.1996
"Listen to me Harry, what if this is a trap. What if Voldemort is trying to lure you into the Ministry to kill you? Maybe Sirius isn't even there? We should be safe, don't you think?" Hermione spoke frantically to him.
"We don't have time for that!" Harry breathed. "No, look at me Harry. We should call into Grimmauld Place first and let them know. Then we'll see if he's there or not, anything else is too dangerous." Hermione said desperately. For a moment, they stared at each other until Harry finally agreed to her plan, realising his rescue plan wasn't a plan at all.
"There's just one problem, the only fireplace still connected to the floo network is in Umbridge's office. She has it monitored by her silly little fan club and we don't know if she's in there." Ron stated. Harry quickly took his bag of his shoulder and dug out the map. Hermione swiftly looked around, luckily the secluded corridor was empty.
"She is still in the courtyard" Harry rushed. Ron pointed his finger onto the parchment "but look, lots of Slytherins around there, we need some help man". "He's right" Hermione stated, "let's find at least Ginny and some others".
Harry stared at them, then nodded in agreement while pushing the map back in his bag. "You two get them, I'll try to get a bit closer, I've got the cloak with me." Harry sensed his friends didn't particularly liked the idea of him wandering off on his own, but they took off anyway.
Once they were out of sight, Harry ran off towards Umbridge's office, his fingers tightly wrapped around the wand. Of course he didn't have the cloak with him, but he knew they wouldn't have let him go on his own.
While storming down the third staircase in a row, the pictures of Sirius on the ground, Voldemort circling around him flashed before his eyes. His anger rose as he almost tripped over an uneven step. He wouldn't let Voldemort take another person out of his life.
As he rushed around the next corner, Malfoy patrolled through the fifth west wing corridor. His mates right by his side. "Where do you think you're going Potter?" Malfoy sneered towards him. Harry rapidly getting closer.
"Piss off Malfoy" he huffed. Before Harry could react at all, the Slytherin had disarmed him and his wand flew out of his hand. Malfoy caught it out of the air. "What now?" Crabbe laughed maliciously. "Potter alone without his wand" grinned Goyle. Harry is not sure he had ever seen him grin before. Unnerved he went straight for Malfoy, trying to get his wand back.
The blonde didn't seem to expect to have stumbled upon such anger in Potter that he didn't see the slap heading his way. Malfoy looked at Potter with wide eyes, anger filling up in him, as tears formed in his eyes. He quickly pushed Potter against the cobbled wall. Being in advantage of his height, he grabbed Potters wrist and forearm and slammed them hard on the masonry. Harry was locked. He should have listened to Hermione, why does he never listen?
Malfoy was so close to him; he felt his heavy breathing. The boy had some darkness under his greyish glistening eyes. "Let me go" Potter breathed out. "Well tell me where you want to go. It seems to be rather urgent" Malfoy hissed back. The boys behind him laughed.
"As if I would tell you. Fuck off" – "Language Potter, hasn't your Mommy told you not to swear?"
Harry's anger was indescribable besides the fact that he was starting to run out of time. He had to get him off him. To shock him. Harry starred into his opponents' eyes. He spotted a rather odd thing. Harry doesn't think he noticed it before. One eye was a clear blue but the other seemed rather grey. The blonde hair had fallen down his forehead, waiting for a reaction. The grip still tight around his arms. The coldness of the wall creeping under his skin.
Harry wanted to spit him into the face. It would have been possible as close as Malfoy was. But he knew it wouldn't stop him; he needed something bigger. A shock. Harrys eyes wandered down Malfoys face and landed on his mouth, the white teeth and the red lips around them. An idea was planted into his head, before thinking whether that plan would make any sense, the damage was already done.
Harry smiled at Malfoy. As soon as he looked unsure of Potters expression, Harry leaped his head forward and pressed his lips against Malfoys mouth. Offering a proper snog. The Slytherins hands softened around his wrists, petrified, Malfoy didn't move, then slowly opened his mouth. Harry quickly grabbed his wand back and ran off.
As Crabbe and Goyle looked at Malfoy unsure if they should laugh or stay quiet or run after Potter, Malfoy stared at the bare bricks where certain green eyes darted at his moments ago. He ruffled through his hair, cleared his throat and walked off onto the other direction, without saying a word.