A/N: Hello everyone! Here is a wonderful new story for you all! This is a joint effort between me and Cathcer1984 one of my very good friends and awesome reviewer! This is of course a Harry/Draco story and we will post chapters once a week for it. We hope you enjoy it!
Prologue: written by Cathcer1984 (Kiwi), edited by me (Apple)
There he was, Harry James Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, standing there in all his glory walking in like he owns the place. He enters with Ginny by his side, followed closely by the Weasley clan and Hermione.
Shacklebolt greets him like a brother; Molly and Arthur treat him like a son hugging him before he makes his way over to his sister Hermione and brother Ron. Merlin I hate him. I hate Harry James Potter and I will make him pay for what he has done to me.
For now, I will watch and wait until I am ready to take over the world, and destroy Potter once and for all, something the Dark Lord couldn't manage. But I will, yes, I will.
Harry was attending a Ministry Ball, one to celebrate Christmas and life after Voldemort. Sure things needed to be done and cleaned up, but this was the happiest these people had been in years so a party was definitely deserved. They were not repressed by fear they were able to enjoy themselves and did not have to hide from the Ministry or the Death Eaters. That was definitely something to be celebrated.
He wandered around the room greeting people he didn't know, shaking hands with several people he did know. Hermione came over a bit later and led him away from an extremely old couple who Harry was sure their skin was rotting away on their bones.
Hermione brought Harry to a balcony, just off the ballroom, where some of the other teenagers were congregating; Ron was looking uncomfortable surrounded by Slytherins, Luna, and Neville. Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were off to the left hand side talking quietly, Ron fidgeted in the middle and Pansy Parkinson was amusedly watching Luna fight off wrackspurts.
Ron visibly relaxed when Harry and Hermione came over, "Oh thank Merlin." He said as he moved closer to them
"Hey Ron," Harry said with a grin.
"What's wrong Weasley? Do we Slytherins make you nervous?" Draco asked with a trademark Malfoy smirk.
"I- uh- I was worried that Harry wasn't going to come out." Ron stuttered.
Draco raised his eyebrow and elegantly stepped forward into the light that flooded through the doorway. Harry grinned, "Ron, you of all people know that I came out after the war."
Draco's step faltered, "You're gay, Potter?"
Harry's grin faded and his expression turned cold, "You got a problem with that Malfoy?"
Luna's sudden appearance prevented Malfoy from answering with a scathing remark. "Harry, how are you?" She asked dreamily.
"Hey Luna, I'm fine. I think I just talked to the living dead though," Luna gave Harry a skeptical look, "What? They were so old; it was just creepy and well, creepy." Harry said for a lack of a better word.
Laughing Luna hugged him before moving over to talk to Hermione and Ron. Harry moved away from the door to the darker side of the balcony, the one without Malfoy and Zabini.
"I wanted to apologise for what happened in the Great Hall, back then, I just – um, well – I just wanted it to be over." Pansy explained.
Harry nodded and held out his hand, which she took, "I understand. I wanted it to be over then, but I had to sort out the horcrux stuff first." Harry replied.
He sat on the thick stone railing next to her and they began talking. Harry found out that he had a lot in common with the pug faced Slytherin girl and noted that she really wasn't as pug faced as he always thought. She was actually quite beautiful in an 'I'm gay, but still find her attractive' kind of way.
The others came over gradually and joined them, until all on the balcony were talking and arguing over Voldemort's tactics like how he ran the Ministry during his reign of terror.
Hermione, Harry, Draco, Neville, and Blaise were all on the same side saying he was smart and instilled more fear in the public by not showing himself. Ron, Luna and Pansy were opposing them saying he should have been more open.
Draco leaned against the building, opposite Harry who was still on the railing, but had moved so his back was against the wall.
"Watch out-" Harry was on his feet, wand in hand before Luna had even finished "- There will be Nargles in that," she pointed up above Draco's head.
They all looked up to see Mistletoe innocently hanging above Draco's blond head. "Okay, so who's going to kiss me?"
"I will." Someone said.
Everyone turned to look at the speaker. Pansy moved forward and stood next to Harry, "Pansy for Merlin's sake, I won't kiss you. You happen to be missing a certain piece of anatomy that I desire." Draco pointed out.
"Uh...what?" Someone else questioned.
"Ronald, honestly, did you have to ask?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, well I ain't kissing you Malfoy." Ron replied taking several steps back.
"I should hope not." He turned his gaze onto Blaise who put his hands in the air and backed away slowly, "Hell no, Draco. It's not going to happen. You're my best friend."
Draco started to pout, "Why won't anyone kiss me? It's Christmas. Do none of you have the Christmas spirit? Christmas is a time of love and joy and receiving-"
"I think you mean giving Malfoy." Harry commented.
"No Potter, I mean receiving, for Merlin's sake Malfoy's don't give." Draco said arrogantly
"Remind me to never give you anything." Harry replied in an almost too quiet voice.
"I will. Now somebody kiss me. You know, okay Pansy, if I must, you may kiss mummff-" He was cut off by a pair of lips on top of his. His eyes widened as he noticed the glasses and tell tale black hair before he closed his eyes and began to kiss back, fisting his hands in Harry's hair. Their lips moved over each others before Draco's tongue ventured into Harry's mouth.
Soon enough they pulled away and grey locked onto green, "What the fuck was that Potter?" Draco demanded looking totally sickened on the surface, but his eyes told another story, a lustful story.
"For someone complaining so much I'd assumed you'd know when you're being kissed." Harry replied with a smirk.
"But-You- You kissed me!" Draco exclaimed.
"Yes. Very good," Harry said with a grin.
"Why?" Draco demanded again.
"To shut you up, why else?" Harry raised his eyebrow; an indifferent mask in place. Draco couldn't know that Harry liked him.
"But you kissed him, Harry. You kissed Malfoy, of all people." Ron cried jumping into the conversation.
Harry turned to look at Ron and missed the fist swinging in his direction until it hit him square on the jaw. Harry whipped around to face Draco, ducking as another punch was aimed at his head. He brought his arm up to hit Draco in the stomach causing him to bend in half clutching his stomach. Taking this momentum, Draco ran at Harry and knocked him to the ground. The two boys proceeded to fling punches at each other until they were forced apart by magic and Hermione's Protego shield prevented them from reaching each other.
Harry ran a hand through his hair before wiping blood away from his lip. He glared at Draco before he turned and walked away, Draco's shout following him. "I'll never forgive you for this Potter." Draco vowed the confusion in his eyes prevalent to everyone in his presence.
Harry Potter just kissed Draco Malfoy, for Merlin's sake even his enemy can't seem to not hate him. I will make you pay Harry Potter. Mark my words.