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Draco has always complained about how messy Harry’s hair is.
One day he just walked into their dorm and said „Potter, I swear it is so bad I might just have to use my hair products on your bush” Harry blinked.
„You would??”
So they ended up in their dorm’s bathroom, Harry in the bathtub with bubbles covering him up and Draco sitting on a stool with his hands in Harry’s hair, he massaged the scalp gently and applied product on those raven-dark hair. Harry positively melted under the blonds touch, he felt as if there’s nothing in the world besides them.
Something about this particular setting was oddly intimate, it felt like Draco is taking care of him and that made a warm feeling in Harry’s chest appear.
Draco is obviously dragging this out, he should’ve already stopped.
He didn’t stop.
Not when he saw Harry laying there with his eyes closed and looking completely at peace, how could he? Harry was stressed a lot lately, if Draco could help him with his worries, even if just a little, he would.
But then, there was this selfish part of him that just enjoyed this. They both knew this couldn’t last forever, no matter how much they wanted it to and enjoyed it.
When Draco, at last, removed his hands from Harry’s black curls to rinse them the latter felt a wave of disappointment wash trough him. He couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way, why he liked this so much.
„Harry, I finished” Draco said softly. He stood up to grab a towel and dried Harry’s hair with it. When even that was finished Draco still sat on the stool, he had to move, go, leave, do something. But he didn’t want to leave. He stared at the back of the other boys head. Harry slowly turned his head to face Draco, when their eyes met the room vanished out of their minds, green eyes looked into the grey ones and they saw each others emotions as if served on a plate. Their mutual stare could have lasted a couple of second or half an hour but at that moment time seemed pointless. The air in room was loaded with feelings and heavy with tension, they both started leaning more towards the other, as if on their own accord. Harry could feel Draco’s breath on his lips, the blonds eyes fluttered shut so Harry’s did the same almost automatically.
With a soft touch their lips met.
They kissed.
It was a sweet, gentle and affectionate kiss. Draco kissed Harry with the same care that he washed his hair with. Harry’s wet, tan hands slipped into Draco’s fair hair and caressed it softly.
It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was breathtaking. When their lips separated they were both panting. When their eyes met once again Harry could see how Draco’s pupils were dilated and unfocused but the blond suddenly leaned back and appeared panicked „I-Im sorry, I don’t know what-” Harry stopped his rambling by touching his hand, the green-eyed boy was still in the bathtub and leaning out of it. Draco stared at his collarbones and chest but when he realised what he was doing he quickly shot his eyes up back to Harry’s face, which wasn’t much better as his gaze was directed at those pink, soft lips.
Draco stood up and stammered „I-im.. sorry,” and he walked out of the bathroom with a heavy blush on his cheeks. Harry’s eyes were glued to the closed door, he sat in the bathtub for another couple of moments before he got out and dressed himself.
When Harry entered the dorm Draco was sitting on his bed with face in hands. Harry approached the blond and sat on the bed, opposite to Draco, he grabbed those pale hands in his own and guided them lower so he could look at Draco’s face.
Draco looked at him pleadingly. He was scared.
Harry leaned closer to him and pressed a soft kiss on Draco’s lips. He drew back with a sweet smile that made something in Draco’s stomach flutter. Harry took one of the older boy’s hands and placed it in his hair „Your hair products are really good, Draco” and he grinned sheepishly.