okay so first of all, im sorry everyone im really sorry i got this plot watching a bl drama lmaooo and since i can't write the plot is shit but it works i guess.  but there are way too many typos (proofreading didn't help sadly) and here we are let's goooo

[a/n : note idk but this revolves around their sixth year idek what i did ㅠㅠ ]

***

"Narcissa Lucius Malfoy!" The steely voice of a Lucius Malfoy echoed through the Manor, vibrating the walls from their cores.

The said woman, a timid lady of around thirty, came tremblimg towards him. Yet her lips drawn in a thin line as if she was trying to hold on to her last bit of courage. The Malfoy's eyes narrowed as soon as she stood before him, chin high up, looking straight into his eyes.

"How do you explain this?" Lucius' eyes were burning cold and Narcissa had to look away from their piercing gaze lest they read her heart. Lucius had a wrapper of a muggle cosmetic-lipstick, Narcissa once had Draco tell her how it's used. But Narcissa hardly used the thing. The different shades were always stacked up in Draco's closet, so she had seen. Then how did Lucius Malfoy took hold of the wrapper which she saw in the closet?

"Answer me, Narcissa."

The lady turned quieter with the next words, and looked down on the ground. "What is this muggle belonging," Lucius twisted the thing between his merciless fingers, "doing in the Malfoy manor?"

Narcissa bit down hard on her lips. Even if the sky came down on her, she would never ope her lips to say that it was her own son. Draco had them, the lipsticks. Draco loved them. But Lucius Malfoy will never know that. It was like her little secret which her son confided in her, and Narcissa would never let her son down.

"The houselves might've gotten it from somewhere." She lied.

"We—" one of them started but a glare from the mistress shut them up.

"We?" Lucius pressed, as if he wanted them to deny and confirm his assumptions.

"We....found them in the station, sir," One told. "When we sent off young master."

Lucius scrunched his eyes for a minute, then his features relaxed twofolds.

"Next time I see another muggle object, all of you will be set free. No masters anymore." Without another word, he stomped away, shutting the door behind him.

Narcissa heaved a sigh, and took a long breath. She ought to warn Draco before it was too late.

***

Draco stacked up the grungy suitcase in his Slytherin room, and flopped down on the bed. The ride to Hogwarts was mildly exhausting but Malfoy was concerned about getting back here. The fatigue didn't really matter. Malfoy took a careful glance at the door to make sure it was locked. Once he was completely sure that it was, he stood up once again and quietly latched open his suitcase. He took out the green Slytherin robes, and ransacked the pockets.

Sure enough a beautifully carved wooden box, with his initials as tiny as his nails, in the bottom left corner, was in his hands. Malfoy's cheeks puffed up in a slight blush at the sight of it, as he took out a dark shade contrasting his pale features. With gentle and careful swaps, he smeared his lips with the crimson hue of the lipstick, now darkening his lips. He loved the feeling of something on his lips, more precisely the colour of the so called muggle thing, with it sweet scent and intriguing taste (when it touches his teeth).

Malfoy never gave a deeper thought on wearing lipsticks. He just liked it, but somehow his Malfoy upbringing refrained him from wearing lipstick in public. And to think that his father despised any sort of muggle belongings. Obviously Malfoy never wore it outside.

Draco wanted to look at himself. He wondered if he looked different with a lipstick on. His room at Malfoy Manor didn't have any mirror, and he was too much of a coward to wear this in the presence of his father. Though he tried it on his mother, but never himself. And it was pitiful how his room in Hogwarts too did not have a mirror, his father specifically insisted on it. So if he wanted to take a look, there was only one option. The sixth year's bathroom. Malfoy would've too, if not he was quiet  tired and in no state to climb a set of stairs.

He sighed and rubbed off the material vehemently with a clean cloth, and discarded it in the most unnoticed part of the same robe along with the box.

Maybe, just maybe he'd wear it again and maybe, tomorrow he'd sneak into the bathroom when no one's there. He'd ask Blaise to cover for him and maybe he'd get to see how it looks on him. A lot of maybes bugged him when he closed his eyes. Maybe tomorrow.

***

Closing the curtains to prevent the downpour from coming in, Harry dumped the heavy books on his bed, the weight sinking down. The mere fact the he had his first class with a certain stuck up Malfoy turned him more sour than the weather. He just hoped that he wasn't  the first thing to see right in the first class.

Struggling out the Half Blood Prince's copy of Potions from the heap of books, Harry came down to the common room. Apparently he was a bit too early, but still twenty years early before he could be earlier than Hermione. The bushy haired girl was sitting by the fireplace, eyes glued to what Harry could vaguely remember as the "History of Magic". Harry sighed.

"Mornin' Hermione," He tapped on the wall, the girl turning back with a wide grin.

"Morning," She waved. "Is it just me but you're up before time?"

"The latter." Harry made his way towards her and plopped down beside her. "Can we go to class?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Still not started, but we can." She was still having this suspicion slash concerned look directed right at him, to which Harry mouthed out a silent what. She just shrugged.

"Just don't fancy seeing a blonde," He said.

A realisation dawned on her. "Malfoy?"

"The one and only."

"You're too obsessed with him." She reasoned, Hary offered an incredulous look.

"Obesessed? With a Malfoy? Also Draco Malfoy?"

"You talk as if you don't get second thoughts about partnering with him," Hermione countered.

Harry made a face. There was no way he obsessed over the blonde. He just hated him. "That's not being obsessed. It's because I  don't like him, and rather not associate myself with."

"Ookay."

"Why are we having a conversation about him when the first thing I hope is to avoid him?"

"You insisted on not seeing him." Hermione argued.

"Yes, remember who asked?"

Hermione shrugged.

***

Ron was still half-sleeping when the three of them left for Potions.

"Someone just enlighten why are we going to class this early?" Ron complained.

"I don't know." Hermione pointed at Harry. "He insisted."

"For Merlin's sake Harry, remind me why?"

Harry shrugged.

"He was meaning to avoid Malfoy." Hermione whispered, walking close to Ron. Harry turned to glare at her for apparently spilling something that wasn't meant to be spilled. "But OH GOD HARRY LOOK OU—"

But Harry was already running into him, and they—Harry and whoever the other person was, were forced fall back apart from the sudden hit.

"Oh lord so much for avoiding him," Ron almost laughed but Harry was still gaining composure and Ron was lucky he missed the remark.

"Close your mouth, Potter." He voiced, the sneer very much prominent. "You don't know what might get in."

Harry snapped his lips close, and brushed past him, without a look back.

"What happened to the avoiding?" Ron went on, the scenario seemingly too funny to him.

"Shut up."

***

Harry stirred the thick liquid, as an aqua hue started to set in. His partner, being Seamus, wasn't really helping. Every now and then, Harry's eyes followed the familiar trail to his most disliked person in the room—Malfoy. The other boy was intently following the set of instructions in the book, not sparing a glance at him. Harry hissed at himself. Not that he wanted Malfoy to look back at him, it's just that Malfoy always had his eyes fixated on him, in the most hateful way. Maybe Harry got so used to the hate directed at him, it felt foreign when Malfoy actually acted civil. 

"Why are you staring at him?" Ron looked confused and so did Hermione.

"I'm not." Harry retorted, suddenly defensive.

"You were, I noticed too." Hermione added. Harry looked frustrated slash annoyed, and of course he knew he was probably starting at Malfoy but they shouldn't know that. He was fumblimg with words, when Ron spoke up.

"Look mate, I don't mind what or who you stare at," He continued, giving a light pat on his back. "But someone said they were avoiding though."

Harry looked like he had just seen a Hungarian Horntail because what Ron was instigating, it made no sense. No sense at all.

"Oh no no no no no," He babbled. "I don't really get what you're saying, stop thinking the way you are right now."

"What?" Ron stifled a laugh. "I didn't really voice out what I was thinking Harry. It's all you."

"You're insane," Harry muttered out, perplexed, mouth opening and closing like a fish. The thought of blonde closer than their usual ten inch distance apalled him. And then there were Ron and 'Mione thinking god knows what. Actually he knew what but maybe he should let them think that he didn't. (a/n ; fun fact: they do, we all do, harry is stupid end of story)

A loud boom echoed throughout the class, as Harry's cauldron exploded. He still held on to the half handle while the rest was splattered over Seamus. The whole class in fits of muffled gasps and giggles . The boy-who-lived just burst a cauldron. Harry heard someone whisper. Harry hoped, fingers crossed, for their cauldron to explode next.

"Are you doing alright, Harry?" Professor Slughorn asked concerned, and the whole class as if getting a green signal, turned to look at him. Not to add, the muffled giggles from almost everyone. Harry scowled quietly, and maybe heard a familiar silent laugh from the Slytherin table. For the first time, he was glad the smoke covered most of his face.

"Class dismissed for today," Slughorn announced, and probably apparated somewhere leaving his class in a frenzy.

"He just let us off,"  Ron gaped at the place where Slughorn was standing a minute ago. "Just because his favourite Harry Potter exploded a cauldron," Ron stared wide eyed at Harry.

"Yeah? Let's get out of here, it doesn't really feel good to have the whole class stare at me."

Ron, still a bit shook, patted him on the shoulder. "You, my friend, just got us a WHOLE class free because apparently you don't know how to ma–"

Harry alaramlingly defensive, muttered, "It's not that I couldn't make it okay I was just distracted."

"That's all the more reason you should like the fact that Slughorn just let us off the hook oka—"

"Enough. Maybe Harry actually wishes to study," Hermione cut in, and Ron's face looked like he had seen a Horntail, again, "unlike you."

"You really think he wants to study?" Ron almost laughed but then a someone ran past as their sides bumped Ron's shoulder. If it wasn't for Hermione catching him just in time, he would've landed on the floor, face first.

"Who the fu-ah the only bastard again look out you fuc-"

Hermione covered his face before he could complete, and after certain struggles, since Hermione wasn't budging, the Weasley quieted down.

"Where is he running off to like that though?"

"Probably trying to mess something up, that's all he does anyways. Does it even matter?" Ron made a face, like they didn't needed to know what the bloody Slytherin did in his freetime.

"Whatever. But did you finish the essay due tomorrow? The essay on Cruciatus Curse'?" Hermione asked, the trio walking towards their DADA (a/n ; vro that sounds so weird and it's defence against dark arts btw though y'all already know that okay sorry) class on the first floor.

"Shit. Snape's going to kill me," Ron dreaded.

"Not surprising, I wish you'd pay more attention to the class Ronald, what would you do in the NEWTs? Also, do you know your grade actually matters while ranking the houses? The teachers won't admit but it really does—"

After few seconds, Hermione's words faded out from his senses, he noticed something that caught his eyes. Malfoy. He was going towards the sixth year's bathroom, hands inside his robes, and looking around as if he was a thief running away. Harry furrowed his eyebrows, Malfoy looked odd generally, but something was off today. Malfoy turned the corner, and Harry tilted an inch to follow his steps, but he was already gone.

"What got you so interested?" Ron tapped on his shoulders, and he snapped back realising the next second that he was just staring at Draco Malfoy on his own accord. Concerning.

"Nothing, just thinking."

Ron raised an eyebrow, but just shrugged turning his attention back to the bushy haired girl.

***

"I told you to finish the essay. You had a whole day, but apparently eating is more important than studying for god's sake Ron start taking your lessons seriously—" Hermione bickered, the three of them huddling in the common room.

"Bloody hell you sound like mum, when she's mad," He laughed, also a bit intimidated. "That's not pleasant if you're thinking."

"Malfoy bumped into me today." Harry dropped, before Hernione could counter Ron.

The duo stopped, both giving a questioning look at him. "And that's supposed to matter how?"

"I just....I found this. After he left." Harry mumbled, taking out a familiar shiny wrap from his pocket, a lipstick.

"Don't tell me he was sneaking a girl in that bathroom ew that's just so fucking ew–" Ron gagged, his eyes wrinkling, as several unwanted images popped up in his head. He gagged again.

"First, language Ronald. Second, even if he was, why does it, whatever you say have to do with," Hermione pointed, "this?"

"Dunno."

After an hour or two, Hermione left, talking about the homeworks she needed to complete within the weekend but not before poking them to do the same. They agreed, but obviously that wasn't going to happen.

"So are you going to ask him?" Ron started.

"Ask who what?"

"About that thing. You know," Ron gestured using his hands.

"Huh? Why would I though?"

"I don't know. What if he comes looking for it?"

"I'll just give it back, come on,"

"What if he attacks for stealing his lipstick?"

"That's obviously not his, Ron." Harry laughed. "And, he doesn't even know I found it."

"Whatever."

***

Draco hated himself right now. Not because he sneaked out a few muggle things in Hogwarts without his father knowing but because he apparently lost his favourite shade. Pitiful indeed. Draco rubbed his lips, already rough from smearing lipstick and rubbing it away too frequently, careful lest any marks are left behind.

He wondered if he left it in the bathroom.  He bumped on Potter while on his way, and that made him distracted. Damn Potter. It was all his fault.

Maybe he should just go take a look in the bathroom. It gotta be there.

Malfoy trotted down the stairs, past the dorms, crossed the hallway, towards the boy's bathroom.

"Lumos."

The small bulb of light only illuminated where he was standing. He looked around, in front of the mirror where he last was, but the counter was as clean as the mirror.

Malfoy bit his lips. What if someone came across it? It was the boy's bathroom and if someone find a lipstick of all things they wouldn't be thinking of a girl now would they? Suddebly the clumsy bathroom felt smaller for him and it was cold. He felt cold.

Suddenly, the door creaked.

Shit. Someone was there.

Malfoy ducked under the basin, and tried to shallow his breath.

"Should I just leave it here?"

Potter. Of course. Damn fucking Potter. Always fucking things up. Fucking his life upside down. Fucki—

"I wonder how Malfoy brought a girl here," Harry muttered, but apparently he was crooning over the basin and Malfoy could hear him right through stone surface.

Malfoy was confused for which girl then it dawned on him. Of course, they were talking about how stupid Potter was. Sometimes it was okay to be naïve, but Potter probably owned the forte of stupidity. Well, it's good he was stupid.

He left a breath.

"Fuck, who's there?" Potter stepped back, too quickly and took out his wand (a/n ; ahem the wooden one not the ahem you know what i mean okay sorry haHa), the tip of it lightening up in another lumos (more coughs).

Malfoy froze, and this time stopped breathing altogether. And here he was blabbering (thinking, technically i.e blabbering in his head) about how stupid Potter was. Ironic.

Harry must have heard his heartbeat (he couldn't stop that and the anxiety only made it worse). Because holy hell he was leaning down and there you go.

"Malfoy?" He looked like a blob, Malfoy thought. A stupid, stupid one. "What're you doing here?"

"What do you do in a loo Potter?" Malfoy snapped.

"Well you pee and....shit."

"Precisely."

"Well, not under the basin."

"I—" Malfoy stopped in his tracks, seriously what was he doing under the basin?

"You were...uh?"

"None of your business." Malfoy retorted and stomped out, pushing him out of the way.

Harry stuttered on his steps. "Wait-I—"

But he was already gone, his lumos no more visible. Harry sighed. He could've given it back now, but no, Malfoy didn't know how to act civil.

***

"He was what?"

"Hiding under the basin yes," Harry confirmed. "Very suspicious."

"What do you think he's up to this time?"

"What?"

"You know," Ron made a face. "The Dark Magic things and all."

"He won't do that in a bathroom, Ron."

"Well, not much different from Room of Requirements, you never can be too sure."

"No, he won't."

"You seem to be sure."

Harry paused. He was. He didn't know from where this sudden trust came from, but he just knew, Malfoy wasn't a person to hurt others willingly. Well, not counting his lifelong hostility towards Harry. Malfoy wouldn't kill on his own, Harry just trusted him on that.

"Well?"

"I don't know, okay?"

"Well okay, weird." Ron shrugged.

Transfiguration had already started when they came, earning them a stern glare from Professor Mcgonagall. There goes 10 points. The class was over too soon, with Hermione accomplishing each and every spell with perfect accuracy and the two....failing of course.

"You two can go ahead, I'll meet you in the Hall." Harry rushed off, throwing a tight lipped smile at the two.

Harry slowed down after the stairs, and trotted slowly, taking deliberate extra turns towards the boy's bathroom. The bathroom remained empty at the hour.

When he reached, there was already someone; Harry couldn't really make out who from there, but he was blonde. Harry moved a few inches, and squinted his eyes in an attempt to get a closer look. The fact that it was Malfoy wasn't really what shocked him to the core, but what he was actually doing.

Harry watched in barely concealed shock slash surprise, as Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, trying on a crimson shade of what he could clearly make out as a lipstick. Maybe he wasn't appalled but he just didn't really except Malfoy of all people to wear lipstick in a boy's bathroom. If a fellow student told him, or to the whole year sixth year students for that matter, no one would ever believe him. Hell, Harry wouldn't either. But here he was, silently watchi-staring at him.

Malfoy smudged off an extra edge smearing out of the line of his lips, and Harry blinked twice to wake up from whatever dream he was having. But Malfoy was still there, still the red hue smeared over his lips. He let out a shaky breath, somehow it was sharper and resonated in the empty cubicle.

Malfoy turned as if he had been hit by the lightening, horrorstruck. Apparently way too fast for Harry to move away and hide. He turned pale, the crimson more prominent, and froze in his place. The vague idea Malfoy's girlfriend who never existed, suddenly didn't seem so real anymore.

Harry gulped. He was feeling bloated from inhaling too much oxygen yet he was still at a short of breath. "I...you...uh...." mouth opening and closing to say something, anything.

"What are you doing here?" Came the steely voice.

Suddenly it was as if Harry got back his vocal chords, he countered. "What I can't pee?"

Malfoy looked indifferent. Harry couldn't tell from his face what he was thinking, he just looked blank. Pale blank.

"Look, it's okay...." Harry muttered, looking away. "I....I'm not going to tell."

This time, Malfoy gave him a narrow glare, scrutinizing him, if he was lying. And then, Harry just blurted. "But I won't keep quiet just like that." Well shit.

"I was wondering." Malfoy looked like he expected it. To want something as compensation for keeping his secret. "What do you want?"

Harry pondered over it for a while. What if he asks for something that blows his wits? What if—

"I don't have the whole day, Potter. You just got lucky. Just spit it." Malfoy clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed that Harry was taking so long.

Harry just blurt out. He wasn't supposed to say it. He should've said something more practical like to stop bothering him, or something like sneak up to some Slytherin secrets. He could've said a million things. But he couldn't. He didn't.

"I want to see you when you put it on. Everyday. Each time you put that thing on your lips."

Yes, maybe he was a bit cracked in the head.

Malfoy did the only thing plausible. He ran.

***

"Where were you all this while?" Hermione demanded, hands on her hips.

"You even missed lunch," Ron added.

"Had to....." He paused. "Had to take care of something."

Hermione raised an eyebrow but pressed no further. "Well, now that you're back, I hope you remember the three page essay Professor Snape gave us,"

"Oh shit."

"Figured you'd say that. Here's mine, but don't you dare copy."

Ron gawked at the girl, "You didn't give me when I asked for it! That's unfair!"

"Harry wanted to study remember? As a responsible fellow friend it's my duty to help the poor boy in every way possible," Hermione elucidated, dramatically. Ron rolled his eyes, still grumpy.

***

Arithmancy started early for Hermione and she left for class before they even woke up. After that, they had DADA (a/n ; the stress this thing gives me i swear) together.

Harry fumbled with his hair, sticking out all over after a good sleep. He's ten minutes early from getting a "too good sleep". Harry somehow favoured the nights with nightmares rather than a night full of Malfoy wearing lipstick clogging his sane mind. Maybe he was a little too anxious about how everything turns out between him and his apparent rival. That's outright weird and uncalled for.

"Wow mate, the hair's extra messy today," Ron remarked.

"Tell me about it," Harry groaned, trying to smoothen the grassland over his head.

Hermiome came in a while, the trio leaving for DADA with her. After handing in their essays, and being them the only ones to submit that early, Harry waved at them.

"How come he has to pee right before lunch? And that too for so long?" Ron asked, after Harry excused himself.

"He might be having some problems," Hermione guessed. "Let him be. If it gets serious, he'll tell us."

"I guess."

***

Harry walked, somehow faster than yesterday, taking the shortest route known to the boy's bathroom. He didn't know if Malfoy would really be there, because yesterday, he just ran away. Harry didn't blame him. Harry wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't really come. But a small part of his brain kept the hope that Draco Malfoy would actually come.

He closed wooden door, before going towards the basin. The bathroom, seemingly empty from the corner, but there he was, standing inclined to the wall opposite the basin.

"You came." Harry muttered in a surprised statement.

"As you can see," Malfoy scowled. "Unless you're blind which I hope you ought to be," he scanned Harry and behind him, for any sign of a third person. There was none.

Harry couldn't believe that after saying those not so sane words, he would be the one embarrassed like a fool. That doesn't mean he was a fool though. Harry rubbed his palms, surprisingly sweaty palms. "Uhm.." he started.

Malfoy took a deep breath. "Yes, I don't want you vomiting my secret all around Hogwarts, so just because of that, just because you're stupid and can't keep your mouth shut, I'll show you how it's done." He finished, and inhaled again.

Harry felt dizzy on his legs, and fuzzy..fuzzy? He didn't know if that was how he should describe the feeling, but Malfoy was so much closer to him, and Harry only knew one thing, or could only think of one thing. Malfoy's scent, it was odd, like a strange but good odd, and extremely nice. Nice like the first scent of soil after rain. Malfoy made him dizzy. Weird.

"Uhm.....okay, g-go ahead," He mumbled, looking at the floor.

"I'm not doing it if you stare at the floor like you wanna marry it," Malfoy tapped on the stone surface of the basin, and Harry gulped, looking up.

Malfoy gave a satisfied grin, and took out a shade of lipstick from his robe pockets. Uncovering it, the blonde boy with his disgustingly beautiful features, pressed the tip of the substance on his paler lips. Harry stared, eyes blown with a newfound interest, at how Malfoy put on the lipstick all over his pretty pink lips. They weren't supposed to be pretty, but they were. And Harry was appalled at himself for having mere thought of it.

But he did. And he was appalled. Not at Malfoy. Him.

"What're you staring at now, Scarhead?" Malfoy snapped, when Harry looked away.

"N-nothing. Go on." Harry shrugged, also trying to brush off the uncomfortable feeling nipping at his throat.

"Why do you like wearing lipstick so much?" Harry questioned after a while.

Malfoy stopped. "Why do you breathe, Potter?"

"Huh?" Harry was confused. "Because you need air, you know to live–"

"Exactly. It's like breathing to me, Potter. When you realise that accio happiness doesn't really give happiness, things gets suffocating at times."

Malfoy said no more, and turned at the mirror, focusing more on his lips. Harry followed. It was as if his eyes were forcibly dragged from their natural line of sight to stare at Malfoy's pretty lips. No. Not pretty. No way it could be pretty.

Malfoy spoke up, still eyes on the mirror. "Almsot done. I'll throw you out after we're done." But Harry wasn't really paying any heed to his words, his eyes glued to the smudged of lipstick in the corner of his lips. He lifted his hands, still sweaty from clasping too long, and towards his lips.

"You see Potter, I'm not really good at it, it gets messy someti—oh there you see," Malfoy tsked at himself and rubbed off the mark sticking out. Harry harshly pulled back, scared at what he was going to do. Scared at the thought of what he was going to do.

There was definitely something wrong with him.  If not then why for Merlin's sake would he ever think of brushing his fingers over Malfoy's pretty lips? Not pretty. Not again. Either he's under a some weird spell of liking boys wearing lipstick which is definitely not the case or he just liked Malfoy's lips. His pretty lips.

"STOP IT!" Harry howled, annoyed at himself for thinking the way he was now. Malfoy, startled by his outburst, winced away, now they were standing at least a metre apart.

"Wh-what?" Malfoy asked, clearly not being able to comprehend the situation.

"What?" Harry asked back, back from his monologue. "I...nothing, it's all in my head."

Malfoy's pale features hardened for a second. "Is it the Dark Lord again?" Harry could almost see the fear oozing out of every syllable as Malfoy uttered his name. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Harry relaxed. "No, it isn't Voldemort." He laughed shortly to make it look more believable. Malfoy flinched at the name. "It's worse."

"Worse than Voldemort?" It was probably the first time Malfoy ever called the Dark Lord by his name, and he did it unconsciously. But as soon as he realised, his palms were  fast enough to cover up,  anymore words from coming out. "Let no one know, Potter. Keep this one too. Let no one know, I beg," Malfoy looked desperate. "Please."

And Malfoy never said please. 

"Yes, okay, I won't. Don't," Harry paused, thinking yet again if it was okay to say things inside his head. But then, he had nothing to lose. "Don't be scared." Malfoy looked up to him, his grey eyes holding evident, merciless fear in them. "As long as boy-who-lived lives, Voldemort doesn't stand a chance."

Harry meant to say it in a lighter tone. He was supposed to lighten the atmosphere. He just managed to constrict it more. Malfoy said nothing, letting his eyes rake over the Harry Potter he knew. Harry felt his gaze on his eyes, his nose, his lips, his throat, his collarbone, his chest, his hipbones, his thighs upto his calves, till his eyes reached his toes and he looked back up at his green orbs. It was like with every gaze the way down, Harry felt his body being paralysed. Like Malfoy was silently uttering a petrificus, numbing his whole system.  Harry just hoped he looked presentable. There wasn't any cauldron exploding to save the day.

"You're red," Malfoy stated quietly.

"A-am I now?" Harry did somewhat a half nervous half awkward laughter, which didn't really sound like him, with cracked voices and higher pitches.

Malfoy nodded, not really being able to form a coherent string of words.

"I wonder why," Harry breathed, knowing full well the reason behind it. Malfoy and his stupidly pretty lips. Yes, pretty.

"We-well, need to go to class," Malfoy grinned awkwardly and excused himself, leaving Harry dazed with his own thoughts.

He just admitted that Malfoy's lips were pretty, maybe the whole being of Draco Malfoy was pretty and he wasn't even disgusted anymore. The thought came to him as natural as breathing air. He could hold his breath for a minute, but he can't live without breathing after.

***

The days waned faster, and it had already been a week. Harry never stopped seeing Malfoy. His idea of Malfoy and him as a person, was just so harshly different from what he actually known and believed. Malfoy was just so much different. Harry started noticing things he should not. Really. Yes, after the first day, he had this notion that Malfoy was beautiful, in his own way of pretty lips and pale eyes. But later, that feeling grew stronger, Harry couldn't help it.

Malfoy was closer, not standing two metres apart anymore (a/n ; lmao social distancing). He was more relaxed in front of him, maybe actually enjoying the undivided attention Harry was giving him. He was concious of Harry, a little too much.

Well, wasn't everyone in their first crushes?

"You're out of it again," Ron whispered snapping his fingers in front of Harry, the latter too lost in his on thoughts of Malfoy to focus in class.

Ron gave up after while. "He's not even listening, good lord."

Hermione looked concerned as well, and looked over to the brown haired boy. He was still looking into nothingness.

"Should we tell him?" Ron asked.

"I wonder." Hermione said. "Wouldn't he tell us if something was wrong?"

"Dunno."

Harry left today as well, leaving the duo confused like usual.

Malfoy acted strange in front of him, all wobbly and nervous. Harry just hoped that he wasn't the same. But alas, he was, if not more.

"When are you going to stop?" Malfoy dropped all of a sudden and Harry froze in his place as if someone put a petrificus totalus on him.

"St-stop?" Harry managed out.

"Stop making me do this." Malfoy looked down, hands clasped together.

Harry didn't know when it started. Was it last week? Was it earlier? Yesterday? Was he reading this wrong the whole time? Was it only him? Was he–

"Potter?"

"I need to go." Harry muttered. "Let's end this."

Malfoy met his eyes for the first time that day, and Harry couldn't read the words underlying his grey eyes.

"So I don't have to do this anymore?" He asked, voice lower than ever.

"You don't have to do this anymore." Harry confirmed hoarsely.

A few moments passed, them silently counting the others breath before Malfoy spoke up. "Well then, have a good day, Potter."

And he was gone. Before Harry could say a good day back—it wasn't anymore.

***

"You're going to die if you keep being a dumb stupid idiot SAY SOMETHING FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Ron yelled after the third week of Harry being a wooden zombie and moving nowhere except in between classes, and the Gryffindor common room.

Harry kept silent. Then looked up at the two. "I still have Malfoy's lipstick."

They exchanged looks, probably thinking about what Harry said but questioned no more.

"Give it back then." It was Ron who spoke. Harry had never seen him this calm before. Hermione only mirrored him.

"Now?"

"Won't you?" Hermione asked.

"Would you...give it to him for me?" Harry pleaded, somehow not wanting to face his supposed blonde rival anymore.

"No." Hermione said. "You, give it back yourself."

Harry sighed. He just couldn't keep it forever, and they were right. He had to return it himself. He stood up, abruptly and dashed upstairs. Grabbing the invisiblity cloak and the lipstick, he stomped down again, this time walking straight towards the exit.

"Just sort it out, okay? You'll be fine." Ron smiled, Harry wasn't sure, but he smiled back before leaving.

***

Malfoy closed his eyes, hoping for an evening sleep to come by and take away the weird knots in his head. He would've fallen asleep, if not for a knock on the door.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Malfoy hauled himself up from the bed, and made his way towards the door. He did open the door, but was only welcomed with the empty stairs. Weird. He felt something brush past him, and a loud thud echoed in his chest. Was it someone from the Dark Lord? Did they send for him? He grabbed his wand and scanned the room, yet again, the raw emptiness closed around him.

He was meaning to heave out a sigh, but then a breath over his shoulder made him turn around as if hit by the cruciactus.

"Who is it?" He said through gritted teeth.

"It's me." And Malfoy knew that voice all too well.

"Potter?'

"The only one you know."

"Take it off, whatever you're wearing. Reveal yourself," He said, still not budging his wand.

"Okay, okay," And a minute later, Malfoy could see the whole of him, Harry Potter standing in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing in my room, Potter?"

"I have something that belongs to you." Harry said, taking out the lipstick. "Here, you dropped it on the stairs."

With trembling hands, Malfoy took back the thing, and turned away.

"Uhm...." He mumbled. "You can leave now. Thank you."

"Yes, yes I would." Potter's voice held a strange tone. "But.." he paused. "Won't you wear that for me for just this once? Take it whichever way you want, just one last time?"

Malfoy trembled, yet again, breathing erratically. No questions did he ask, and opened the cover. As if it was just yesterday, their proximity startled both, a pleasant numbness running through their bodies. With slow and stretched strokes, Malfoy smeared his lips with red, and Harry stared. At his pretty pink lips.

"Stop staring to much, you know how it goes," Malfoy said after a while of Harry continuing his intense staring session.

"I do, indeed." Harry laughed ruely. "And yet, yet I keep coming back."

Malfoy hiccuped a grin. "Sounds poetic. Anyone on your mind?"

"If you say so," Harry gave an airy laugh. "Yes, yes I have."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows in a silent question and to his utmost surprise Harry wilted a little. "Don't tell me....the great Harry Potter, blushing?"

"Shut up," Harry muttered, embarrassed. "As if you don't."

"I don't." Malfoy deadpanned.

"Oh?"

"Yes, Potter. I don't blush."

"Very well, let's see how long you keep true to your word." Harry didn't know where this sudden burst of confidence came from. He just knew that Malfoy's lips were pretty  and he needed to kiss him. He inched closer, and Malfoy nervous/flabbergasted at what Harry was actually doing or going to do. Mere centimetres apart, Harry could feel him breathing erratically the closer he went.

"I'm going to kiss you, okay?" He whispered, each syllable prominent on Malfoy's lips. "Can I?"

Harry could see, obviously, the flushed pale skin, and the pink tinted blush travelling up his ears like coloured drops in water. If Draco's lips were pretty, Draco was beautiful. All of him.

Draco let his fingers dance over the expanse of skin under his chin, and moved up. His fingers threaded through Harry's messy hair, probably messing it up more, but did he care? He pulled him in, all of a sudden, and Harry Potter's world stopped spinning, lips almost touching.

"Won't you kiss me, Harry?" Draco breathed on his lips, and Harry needed not to be told twice, he was already crashing his lips on his.

Harry pulled him closer, one hand wrapped around Draco's lean waist, and the other pressed behind his head kissing him deeply. Malfoy locked his arms around Harry's neck opening up to kiss him better. It wasn't the needy and cats-in-heat kisses that Harry thought it would be, instead Malfoy gave the sweetest kisses he never dreamt of. And he only craved more.

A string of saliva connected their swollen lips when they pulled back after minutes. Harry smiled, brushing his nose against the Slytherin's in a loving gesture. "You're blushing," he said. "See? The Draco Malfoy is blushing. What do they call you, The cold Slytherin prince and—"

"Would you shut up?" Draco laughed. "I don't even talk to people about school crushes you know. I don't talk in general."

"Unless you need to insult me," Harry stared, getting a glare from the addressed boy.

"They don't know me," Malfoy said quietly. "They're not you, Harry."

Harry was blushing hard, tipsy from whatever Draco uttered. "You mean, the Harry Potter, your boyfriend Harry Potter?"

"Harry, you didn't even ask me out," he continued. "And neither did I, I'm still no–"

"Will you be my boyfriend, Draco Lucius Malfoy?"

Draco gaped at him, too stunned at Harry's  impulsive and usually stupid shenanigans. "Guess, I'm stupid as well, to say yes."

"You think I'm stupid?"

"I know you're stupid, Potter, and you talk too much." Draco retorted.

"Won't you shut me up then, Draco?"

***

"I think I'm going to have a week-long visit to the infirmary." Ron gagged. "And stop encouraging her Angelina."

"It's a miracle. A beautiful one," She said, dreamily giving not so subtle glances at the couple.

The sofa in the Gryffindor common room was obviously not big enough for two, but there they were, the boy-who-lived and the supposed Slytherin prince, cuddling together. Both in a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly Ron gasped, turning all the heads at his direction. The red haired boy, still looked dazed. "Harry is spooning him oh my god I can't believe this. If my memory goes in the pensieve, this will be all you see, I swear." He rambled.

Hermione looked like she had experienced  best moment of her life. "Shut up, it's cute."

"When they wake up, just pretend we didn't see anything," Dean laughed. "Harry would die out of embarrassment."

*****

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