Wednesday, August 15, 2007

   Cute little Harry Potter FanFic
Harry Potter shook with laughter as Ron Weasley strolled casually down the Charms Corridor with a pair of pink bloomers perched atop his flaming red hair. With an elaborate flourish, Ron bowed to the giggling students, and pulled the underwear off his head, grinning at his bespectacled best friend who was breathless with mirth.

“Okay, you win that dare!” Harry panted, still chortling. Hermione Granger came up behind them, looking disapproving.

“Not still playing that stupid dare game are you??” she said sternly, but her eyes were twinkling, and Harry could tell she was trying not to laugh herself.

“Help me think of a good dare for Harry!” Ron smiled, Vanishing the bloomers. Hermione politely declined, but stayed to watch the game. Harry wasn’t worried. He had won every dare so far, and didn’t intend to stop now. Ron wrinkled his long nose, thinking hard. Eventually, he pointed to a bend in the corridor.

“You have to kiss the first person who comes round that corner,” he grinned. Harry laughed, and nodded.

“Okay then. But they have to be in our year, I’m not snogging some first year, or teacher or anything,” Harry said, shuddering at the thought. Ron agreed, and they stood to wait for somebody to come round the corner. Harry prayed it wouldn’t be some ugly spotty girl. The first person to come round the corner was Argus Filch, the caretaker. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and burst into helpless giggles.

“I said no teachers!” Harry reminded his friends, as Ron clutched the front of Hermione’s robes, howling. Then, a skinny blonde figure came around the corner, clutching his school bag and swishing his Slytherin robes behind him. Harry gulped, hoping that his friend’s hadn’t noticed Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, they had. Ron stood up straight, grinning.

“You never said it had to be a girl… I guess Harry Potter is no longer dare champion of the school.”

“What do you mean?”

Ron’s jaw dropped.

“Well… I mean, you aren’t going to kiss Malfoy are you?” he said in surprise. Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and stared defiantly at Ron and Hermione.

“It’s only a kiss right?”

“Well yeah, but…”

Harry handed Hermione his school bag, and looked at Malfoy, who was strutting up the corridor towards them.

“I AM still dare champion of the school!” he announced. Ron looked dumbfounded, and then beamed at Harry reluctantly.

“Good on you, knew you weren’t a chicken!” he said. Hermione was looking shocked.

“It’s only a kiss, Hermione!” Ron chided with a laugh. Harry swallowed, feeling nervous but reckless. The hyper mood he and Ron had been in since that Cheering Charm had been put on them was still working, and Harry wasn’t going to let anybody steal his dare king crown. He stepped up to the blonde Slytherin, who narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“What do you want, Potter?” he demanded. Harry grabbed the front of his robes, and pulled Malfoy towards him. Malfoy’s grey eyes widened in shock as Harry pressed their lips together. Harry had been intending to give Malfoy a quick peck on the mouth and then scarper. What he didn’t expect was for Malfoy to pull him closer, running his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip and kissing the dark haired Gryffindor back hungrily. And Harry liked it. He moaned slightly, pushing his tongue into Malfoy’s mouth. They must have been kissing for at least a minute before they realised exactly where they were and broke apart, blushing. Malfoy gave Harry a shy smile, which Harry returned. Then Malfoy hurried away. Harry turned to his best friends who were looking stunned. After all, they had just been watching their best friend and his worst enemy playing tonsil Quidditch.

“Blimey mate, what happened to it being just a kiss?” Ron said weakly. Harry shrugged, feeling a sense of elation sweep over him more powerful than any Cheering Charm.

“Does this mean I win?” Harry asked

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