What the Bloody Fuck Was That?

He’d finally made it out.

Harry walked slowly through the blessedly deserted hallways of the fifth floor. The common room had gotten too much for him pretty quickly, but he’d stayed as long as he could bear it. Once he’d opened that damn egg, everyone had stopped paying as much attention to him, so he’d feigned the need for the bathroom and disappeared to his dorm to grab his invisibility cloak to sneak out. He pulled it off as he walked - it was too stuffy under it tonight.

Now that he was by himself with his thoughts, Harry marvelled at the pure fact that he was actually alive. He had gone up against an extremely dangerous dragon and WON! He couldn’t believe it but then again, for the past 3 and a bit years, all he’d done was scrape through dangerous situations by the skin of his teeth. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when something grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into another corridor.

“What the fu-“

Before he could even finish his question, he was pushed against the wall and his mouth was being assaulted. He’d only caught a glimpse of white, blond hair before his eyes closed of their own accord. The someone pulled away, and Harry kept his eyes closed until his heart stopped beating a mile a minute from shock. When he finally opened them, it was to see none other than Draco Malfoy staring wide-eyed at him from the opposite wall. He was getting paler by the second (how was that even possible?” Harry thought to himself). Harry blinked rapidly, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him… eventually he broke the silence.

“What the bloody fuck was that?!”

Harry could visibly see Malfoy swallow hard, before speaking, “I… you could have died!” The Gryffindor felt his eyebrows rise. “That was absolutely ridiculous. How the fuck did you think you could out fly a fucking dragon? How DID you even out fly a fucking a dragon?”

Harry bit his lip to stop himself from laughing – he’d never heard the blond swear so much… or talk so fast. He was normally so calm and collected when he spoke, swearing was beneath him. Apparently, until now.

“Harry, you could have died!”

“I know… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I wasn’t scared!”

Harry took a step forward, slowly so as not to spook Draco. “Of course not. That’s why you just shoved me against a wall and kissed me like you thought you’d never see me again.”

Draco’s face went bright red immediately and he winced slightly, looking like he was trying to melt into the wall behind him.

“It’s okay, I’m just confused about why it took you so long to do it.” Now it was the Slytherin’s turn to blink rapidly.

“I… you… um… huh?”

“Wow, so eloquent, Malfoy.” Harry laughed.

“Shut up!”

Harry laughed again, quieter as he took another couple of slow steps forward. “If I had known all it would have taken for you to kiss me was to nearly die, I would have told you about the other three times I’ve nearly died in this bloody school.”
The redness was slowly leaving Draco’s face and he frowned at the boy in front of him.

“What do you mean the other three times you’ve nearly died…” he said lowly.

Harry grinned at him, “I’ll tell you later. For now,” He reached out and gently laid his hand on Draco’s cheek, “I just want to kiss you again”.

Draco’s smile lit up the entire corridor and he happily complied.