“Malfoy, you absolute arse!” Harry yelled, dodging a glob of bright green potion that sizzled as it hit the desk behind him. The tension in the Potions classroom had escalated quickly, and before either boy realized it, their argument had turned into an outright war. Vials smashed, cauldrons tipped over, and the air was filled with the acrid stench of their explosive feud. But everything came to a screeching halt when a low growl interrupted their chaos.

Harry froze mid-throw, his wand still raised, and turned toward the source of the sound. There stood the professor, his robes billowing around him in an intimidating swirl... and his hair bright pink. “Oh shit,” Harry muttered under his breath, but Draco didn’t even have time to retort. Harry grabbed his hand without warning, yanking him out of the classroom as the professor's infuriated roar echoed behind them.

They darted down the hallways, Draco stumbling to keep up. “Potter, what the bloody hell—” Before he could finish, Harry yanked him into an alcove, throwing his invisibility cloak over them both. The confined space forced them closer than Draco would have liked, and Harry’s hand slapped over his mouth before he could protest. “Shh!” Harry whispered, his wide green eyes scanning the corridor for any sign of their enraged professor. For a few moments, there was only silence and the muffled sound of their breathing.

Then Harry’s gaze fell on Draco. The closeness made him acutely aware of the way Draco’s platinum hair caught the faint light, the pink flush in his cheeks, and the way his lips parted slightly as he exhaled. Harry’s heart hammered in his chest, and without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed him. It was impulsive, a product of adrenaline and a thousand buried feelings, but it was also... perfect. Until Harry pulled back, his face bright red. “Fuck, that... sorry...” he stammered, but Draco wasn’t listening. He grabbed Harry by the collar and kissed him back, silencing any further apologies.