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Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: An (Un)fortunate Accident
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1900
Status: Complete
Summary: Sometimes even the smallest being can change the course of the future.
Warnings: Kissing. Humour. Hogwarts!fic.
Note: Just a little thank you ficlet with cuteness and kissing for the lovely bryoneybrynn.

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An (Un)fortunate Accident


"Just grab it and pull it out, Malfoy!" Harry said snappishly.

"I can't! Look at it! It's slimy and sticky and ... urgh!" Malfoy scrunched up his face in an entirely not cute fashion.

"But we have to pull it out. It can't stay there forever," Harry reasoned, squirming as he kneeled down in the snow, freezing.

"Why not? It looks like it's having fun."

"I doubt it. It looks squashed in there," Harry argued, looking at the slippery thing wriggle. "Come on. We'll grab it at the same time and pull it out together."

"Oh fine," Draco grumbled, but grabbed the slimy object just as Harry did the same, so their hands ended up intertwined.

"Um," Harry said quietly. It was nice to have Malfoy's hands cover his own. Because Malfoy's hands were warm, and the light touch of his skin made Harry's own skin tingle. And the touch was magical enough to warm up Harry's face and his chest and even his toes.

"Well, pull, Potter!"

"Right." Harry jumped up a little and pulled, as did Draco, but to no avail. The thing was stuck and there was no helping it.

"How's it going?" Hagrid's voice boomed above them.

Harry and Draco looked up at the large man a little guiltily. Hagrid's beard and hair was covered by snow, but he looked ridiculously cheerful.

"It's just not working, Hagrid," Harry claimed. "I think this one's a goner." Harry nodded sadly, looking at the slimy Flobberworm that wriggled helplessly as his head was stuck in the frozen ground.

"Aww, look at it. Poor little wormy. Isn't he precious?" Hagrid cooed and beamed at them as they scowled. "Now, now, don't be so grumpy. Isn't this a fun way to spend your detention?" He waved his hand, already moving away. "I'm sure you two will get it eventually."

"But, Professor!" Draco cried desperately after Hagrid. "I think it's already dead!" The Flobberworm wriggled as though trying to prove the contrary and Draco smacked him rudely. "Stop that, he'll see you!" he scolded the slimy mass.

"Come on," Harry sighed. "We should try again."

Malfoy grabbed the worm angrily, and pulled hard enough to stretch it nearly ten inches in the air, but then the worm slipped out of his grasp, slapping the ground with a strange Oomph! sound.

"This is hopeless," Malfoy mourned.

"Here, let me." Harry grabbed the thing determinedly and pulled so hard the little bugger actually seemed to be moving out. "Look!" Harry exclaimed victoriously, turning his head to look at his kneeling companion. "I think it's — mmm! Oh!" Harry gasped loudly, freezing on the spot in surprise. When he turned his head, his lips had inadvertently brushed right against Malfoy's. And then they stayed there.

Grey eyes stared at him wide-open in shock as Harry stared back, horrified, but at the same time amazed to notice that Malfoy's lips were surprisingly soft and warm. Warmer than his hands, and softer than anything Harry had ever touched. Which was a shame because Harry had promised himself never to kiss Malfoy's lips. He had considered the possibility once, or twice. Usually only when Malfoy smirked at him, because then his lips would curve ever-so-slightly and looked just a little too kissable for Malfoy to be allowed to go out in public like that. It shouldn't be permitted to walk around with such kissable lips, taunting horny and straight young boys such as Harry. Though admittedly, Malfoy smirked at Harry a lot. Which was how they ended up in detention. Malfoy had smirked, Harry had jumped him, and everyone in the vicinity misinterpreted this action as an act of violence instead of a slightly awkward attempt at kissing. And Harry had truly swore to himself just a little while ago that he would never cave to the temptation of Draco Malfoy's lips again, only to have this happen now. Blinking, Harry breathed in, stealing Malfoy's warm breath and then inconspicuously rubbing the tip of his nose against Malfoy's, thinking that perhaps nose-rubbing might seem less suspicious than moving his lips.

Slowly and very reluctantly, Harry pulled his head away, feeling his whole face heat up just as a faint blush spread over Malfoy's cheeks.

"Er ... it was working," Harry said quietly, remembering their task and the reason why they were kneeling on the ground. He had released the Flobberworm in shock, and the thing was still stuck as firmly as ever.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "Yeah," he commented, sounding a little breathless. "Maybe we should try again?"

Harry's gaze snapped back to Malfoy. "Really?" he asked, hopeful.

"To pull it out!" Malfoy yelled quickly, blushing harder.

"Oh! Right. Yeah, well, that's what I meant." Harry nodded.

Harry wrapped his hands around the worm, and Malfoy swiftly wrapped his hands around Harry's. His breath hitching and cheeks burning, Harry pulled with all his might, his hands promptly slipping, but Malfoy brought them back to grip the worm again. They did this a few more times, both of them breathing heavily while the worm squirmed, still stuck.

"Maybe we should ..." Malfoy trailed off, then came a little nearer to Harry, making their shoulders touch. Harry had little choice but to lean in closer and discreetly smell Malfoy's hair. Since it was right there, smelling so nicely. If Malfoy had noticed that Harry had yet again decided to use his nose for nefarious purposes, and bury it into Malfoy's blond hair, he did not show it. So Harry saw no reason to move his head away. It was a nice, soft place to have a nose in. Malfoy raised his head suddenly, and they both jumped a little as their faces were yet again entirely too close. But not close enough. No accidental kisses happened this time, and Harry pursed his lips in disappointment. Had he angled his head differently, maybe his lips would touch a currently pink but usually pale cheek.

Malfoy was breathing heavily, warm puffs of air escaping his parted lips and tickling Harry's mouth. "Come on. We can do it," Malfoy urged.

"Yes, I think we can," Harry agreed, then leaned in. This time Harry's lips touched Malfoy's deliberately, but it was no less shocking to feel them pressing gently against his. Malfoy hadn't pulled away, and Harry didn't waste time thinking about it, but instead, moved his lips slowly against the softness, closing his eyes after he could no longer bear to look at Malfoy's pale lashes resting on his cheeks, making him look uncharacteristically vulnerable. As he cocked his head to the left and Malfoy leaned his to the right, Harry delicately stuck his tongue out to taste the velvety texture of Malfoy's mouth. Malfoy's lips parted, letting Harry slip his tongue between them, and find more warmth and a wonderful Malfoy-taste that, if Malfoy had any sense, clearly should have been bottled and sold as an expensive aphrodisiac. Malfoy's tongue pushed against Harry's, at first tentatively, just touching briefly before pulling away, but it was enough to elicit a pleading moan from Harry. Malfoy promptly answered his plea, sliding his tongue against Harry's, more surely, more firmly, with an unfortunate hazardous effect of making Harry's heart forget to beat normally and trying to abandon Harry's chest by thumping against his ribcage much too hard. They kissed unhurriedly, cautiously, something gripping Harry's insides and twisting them every time he allowed himself to think about what he was doing, about whom he was kissing. Though he couldn't determine if this was worry gripping him so tightly, or simple excitement. It was probably both fear that Malfoy would suddenly stop and wonder that he still made no move to pull away. On the contrary, Malfoy pressed his body even closer, his tongue wrapping around Harry's much more skilfully than Harry thought possible, the interesting little twirls of Malfoy's tongue causing Harry to experience a sudden dizziness and loss of breath.

"Did you do it?" Hagrid cried in the distance.

Harry and Draco gasped and pulled away, staring at each other with twin expressions of pure astonishment. Harry's lips tingled pleasantly, feeling big and puffy, though they felt cold now without Malfoy's mouth covering them.

Malfoy looked down at their joined hands and laughed a little breathlessly. "Yes, we did it!" he yelled, making Harry look down at the Flobberworm that was now in their hands and apparently no longer in the ground.

"Er ... Malfoy?" Harry whispered, liking the expression of joy on Malfoy's face and hating that he'd have to wipe it off.

"Good boys!" Hagrid praised. "Let me see the little fellow!"

Malfoy grabbed the Flobberworm in his hand and victoriously waved it around. "Here it is, sir!" he said proudly.

"Er ..." Harry shook his head sadly, pulling Draco's arm to make him lower the worm as well as to make him stay as close to Harry's body as he had been a second before. "Can't you see that the worm is a bit ... short?"

Malfoy's expression sobered and he looked down, first at the unmoving worm in his hands, and then at the other worm still in the ground. Which was of course the very same worm, but now unfortunately, it had two parts.

"Hagrid said to get him dead or alive, right?" Malfoy paled and looked up at Hagrid's approaching figure a bit fearfully. "He'll cry giant tears, won't he?" Malfoy gasped, distressed.

Harry nodded and looked at the worm, trying hard to care about the slimy thing's dead, but a bubble of happiness that had inhabited his being didn't let him feel anything except the lingering sensation of having Malfoy's lips against his. Harry raised his gaze, raking it over Malfoy's sharp features, and stopping it at Malfoy's dark eyes; eyes that never looked warmer or more inviting. "Should we run?" Harry asked, having no plans of an actual escape but merely wanting to grab Malfoy's hand and run. Everything else seemed less important.

Malfoy bit his lip and looked at Harry through his eyelashes, the emotions in his eyes swirling for a moment just as a violently as a stormy sky before the rain. But then Malfoy tossed the worm away and grabbed Harry's hand, still sticky and slimy thanks to the now dead worm. "Come on," Malfoy urged, getting up. "I know a place we can hide."

Harry stood up and yanked Malfoy's arm, making him stumble forward, his chest pressing snugly against Harry's own. Satisfyingly, Harry could feel Malfoy's heart beating as madly as his did. Brushing his lips over Malfoy's pale cheek and listening to Malfoy's breathing sped up, Harry moved his mouth towards Malfoy's lips, pausing there and applying slight pressure. "When you say hide, you mean snog like mad until someone comes to forcefully separate us, right?" Harry breathed, shivering, though he was far from cold.

"Maybe," Malfoy said nonchalantly, his breath hitching a little, and his lips stretching into a smirk. Harry drew a shuddering breath, knowing he was lost, but caring very little about that. "Come on, Potter." Malfoy pulled Harry's hand again, dragging him across the snow-covered grounds in an unknown direction. Without thinking, Harry grinned and followed.

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Fin

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