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Of course this would happen to him. Draco glared at Potter, who seemed amused. Damn.

And of course Pansy had to notice them across a room filled with friends who looked over at her gleeful shout.

“Hey! Look who’s under the mistletoe!”

Draco’s cheeks burned.

“You know the rules—a kiss or you’ll be stuck there allll night…"

Draco stopped glowering at Potter to shoot some eye-daggers at Ginny, smirking alongside Pansy—they really did deserve each other.

Potter spoke, softly.

“Just one, Draco. How bad could it be?”

Startled, Draco turned back to him. He considered the friendship he and Potter had formed, over shitty coffee in the Ministry’s break-room, and their banter’s recent shift toward flirting.

He considered their insufferable friends, and the fact that they couldn’t not kiss—the mistletoe wouldn’t have trapped them unless there was some compatibility. And then, there was Potter—still staring at him, looking almost… hopeful.

Draco leaned forward, slowly. Potter’s eyes were so bright, Draco closed his. He gently touched his lips to Potter’s, which were surprisingly soft. And they were kissing, as simple as that, and it was wonderful.

He pulled back, too soon, and looked into green eyes, now full of something he hadn’t seen in them before.

“What’s one more?”

Draco murmured, barely waiting to see Harry’s eyes darken before kissing him again.