His Lips Caught My Fall by Just Me. Jane.

SummaryAfter Potions class one day, when Draco "trips" Harry, he falls on top of his victim and kisses him. Ever heard the saying "Did you trip and her lips caught your fall?" Well… switch the 'her' to him' and there ya have it. ; )

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Rated: M for some language.

Warning: Slash. Meaning boy on boy action. Don't like it? Leave then, please thanks. :D

A/N: So I absolutely LOVVEEEE Harry Potter… and also HP slash fics, to say the least. So I decided to make my own. Hopefully, it's somewhat original. And also, this is going to take place during year 6. Enjoy hopefully… :D

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. The genius behind those masterpieces would be JK Rowling.

And to all my Twilight followers…: Don't worry, I will be updating hopefully pretty soon, on "Thanks For the Memories." Enjoy this in the meantime if you just so happen to be a Yaoi HP/DM fan…!! LOVE YOU ALL!!

[[Thought of this while listening to "Extraordinary" and "Candy" by Mandy Moore. Really… just don't ask. Hahaha…


You know that old saying "Well what then, did you trip and her lips caught your fall?!" Well… that's exactly what happened. Except… switch the 'her' with 'his.'

Am I confusing you yet? Well then… let me start at the beginning.

It all started a week ago. Let's just say that whenever I looked over at Draco Malfoy in classes and such, I caught him staring at me and then averting his gaze, blushing all the while. I stared at him in confusion the first few times, wondering why in the world my arch enemy would be staring at me, Harry Potter. It just wasn't an everyday occurrence, you know?

Potions class was ending and all around me people were filing out around me, including Ron and Hermione. They were sort of "together" now, so they did all the stuff that couples do, including walking to classes together and leaving their best friend behind.

Not watching where I was going as I started walking out of the classroom, following everyone else, but tripped over something and fell. Malfoy came down as well, landing on top of me, and in an instant—as I stared up into his ice blue eyes—his lips came down on mine.

"W-what are you doing, Malfoy?" I asked in a frightened tone, pushing his lips apart from mine, my hands placed firmly on his shoulders.

"Oh come on, Potter. Don't deny me this," he said in a breathless voice. Me? Making Draco Malfoy breathless?! It wasn't possible…

I stared at him, incredulous and wide-eyed.

"B-but… you hate me. And I hate you," I spluttered. 'Don't deny me this…' What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!

He cocked his head from side to side, seeming to think it over. "Eh. That's arguable." And then he smiled. Oh my god… Malfoy just smiled. At me. My mouth dropped open in surprise. He must have noticed that I was speechless, since he went on, looking at me intently but humor still in his eyes. "Honestly, Potter, haven't you noticed the particular way I have of so-called 'hating you'?"

I continued to stare at him some more, feeling his weight still on me, and shook my head a tiny bit, confused at what he was talking about. "Er… no?" I gulped nervously.

He rolled his grey eyes in obvious annoyance with me. "Really, Harry, what's it going to take for you to get it through that thick but beautiful skull of yours?"

My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to think coherently of what to say, licking my lips in the process. He must've taken that as some sort of hint; the next moment, I felt his lips crashing on mine.

I didn't even fight him this time. I was too busy enjoying what it felt like to have his mouth on mine. About a millisecond into the kiss I lost all my control and reserve; my hands were roaming his body, one finally settling on tangling his hair in my fingers while the other hand stayed put on his back firmly, keeping him on me.

I could feel myself blushing fiercely from all the heat he's giving me. I heard him moan and surprisingly—nearly beyond my own control—I did the same. I moved my lips in synch with his all the while. His white-blond hair brushed against my face as he moved his mouth against mine. He finally broke away from me, so that we would both be able to breathe again finally. It was amazing how he practically knocked my newly-acquired breath right out of me when he broke out in a smile.

I couldn't help but stutter out my next words. "W-why me? Why… now, of all times? Why were you so… mean to me all this time?" It was just too difficult to comprehend, out of all people that he could have, he would choose me? It didn't make sense…

Draco shrugged, smiling. "Why you…? A strange attraction to 'The Boy Who Lived,' I guess… And now seemed like the perfect opportunity. And why was I mean to you, you ask? Harry, you can't honestly tell me you've never heard of boys being mean to the girls they like, can you? It was all an act, Harry, believe me; I never wanted to act that way to you. It just sort of… I just didn't know how to handle the situation is all." He grinned hopefully.

I couldn't speak. All I could say was "Are you calling me a girl?" my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"OH. MY. GOD…"

Draco and I both turned our heads to the shocked voice. Ron was standing there, hand entwined with Hermione's. "Wh… w-what are you two doing?!" he practically shouted, pointing a finger from me to Draco and back again.

I looked up into Draco's eyes, noticing he was still on top of me. "I'd better go…" I whispered apologetically, hoping he'd understand, while at the same time slipping out from beneath him and grabbing my bag. I sauntered out of the room quickly and rushing past Ron and Hermione, who were both gaping, completely shocked.

They caught up with me quickly though, Ron placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me from getting any further. Damn him. Damn him to hell.

"Harry," he squeaked unnaturally. "Were… were you just snogging Draco Malfoy?!" he asked in a scream-whisper, trying to keep his voice down low.

I decided it was probably better not to lie. "Yeah. What of it?"

Ron's eyes went even wider than I even thought possible. "B-but… of all people, Harry! Malfoy?!" he screeched, and this time he pretty much yelled it to anyone who was within earshot. Shit.

"Uh… I-" I started, but he cut me off, mid-stammer.

"God Harry! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" He looked at me for a moment and continued his rant when I didn't respond right away. "What, did you trip, and his kiss broke your fall?" He stared at me, incredulous.

I couldn't help but smile at this. "Something like that," I responded cryptically and walked away, a huge grin plastered on my face.

Well that's a surprise. Hermione didn't even say anything… I thought as I walked off to my next class, in a total dream-like state.


A/N: Okay. My Twilight junkies out there are probably hating me right now. They probably all think that I went to the dark side of Harry/Draco yaoi… But whatever. I liked it, so I guess that's all that mattered, hmm? Yeah. :D

Anyways… hope you all enjoyed, and—I will only do this if I get enough reviews and feedback—I'll continue if this certainly isn't enough to satisfy you all, and also only if you think that it should be continued. Because I can certainly make this into a tiny story. But, as I say, that's all up to you. So… review review review!! Thankies!