Title: Teardrop

Author: Mint ) ?

Rating: PG-15 (heh)

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Notes: I own nothing. Nothing at all. J.k. Rowling the GODDESS owns everything. Actually I owe *one* thing. My George beater doll. While my twin owns the Fred doll. And I didn't create that either. Some genuis mastermind did. *bows down* I'm not worthy. This is in response to the Armchair slash challenge for seasonal ficlets. Mines Winter, and..its fluffy ^^ and kinda slash...preslash.. take it as you will. *shrugs*

*Thawp*

"What the bloody hell...? Draco trailed off, as he turned around to face his attacker.

*Thawp*

Another snowball hit Draco, this time right in the middle of his forehead, causing snow to fly everywhere.

"Okay! enough with the damn snowballs!! Show yourself!!..bastard.." He muttered, waiting impatiently for the 'someone' to show them self.

He waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally after about six minutes later, Draco turned around and started walking up back to the school steps. When suddenly he caught a glimmer of someone sneaking up behind him.

"Aha! Gotcha... Bloody hell...Potter?!"

"Why, Hello Malfoy." Harry said, grinning innocently.

Draco sputtered for a moment before his familiar smirk settled across his face.

"Throwing snowballs now huh? A little immature, wouldn't you say? What year are you in... First?"

"What *are* you talking about Malfoy?" Harry asked, a little annoyed.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Really? I beg to differ. Because I'm certain I haven't the faintest idea what your going on about."

'Bloody hell' Harry thought. This is where trying to be nice leads to. A debate about throwing snowballs...honestly.

"Potter, I saw you sneaking up on me."

"What?! Are you that self centered? Sneaking up on you, please! I was just coming back inside."

"From where?" Malfoy asked, raising one fine eyebrow suggestively.

"Thats none of you business!"

Suddenly, in one quick motion Harry found himself pinned against the outside wall, and a very pissed off Malfoy pressing up against him.

"It is not up to you, what I chose to be my business. Remember that Potter." He snarled.

"Back off Malfoy."

Draco glanced at Harry once more before, following what the Raven-haired boy had asked, and backed up.

With a sneer on his face Draco stepped away from Harry and continued his way back up to the steps leading into the castle.

When suddenly... *Thawp*

"Potter!!!!" He yelled, turning around to face the boy-who-lived once more.

"What is it now Ferret?!"

Draco felt his face heating up at the mention of his past time as a 'Bouncing Ferrot'.

"You threw another snowball at me!"

"I did no such thing!"

"You did to!!"

"I'm telling you I did not!"

"Don't bother lying, I know you threw it!!"

"How many times do I have to tell you...I didn't throw the bloody snowball!!"

"Then who did?!"

Harry shrugged, "How am I suppose to know?"

"Well, you were standing right there."

"And... ?" He questioned.

"And, you would have had to see who had threw the snowball."

"Well, I didn't."

"Then it was you."

Harry made a little aggravated growl in the back of his throat. "Bloody hell Malfoy! I did not throw the damn snowball!!"

"Then who did?" Draco smirked, and looked around them, at the empty front yard. "No one is out here, except for you and I. So logicly one of us threw the snowball. And it difintatly wasn't me, So that only leaves you Potter."

Harry helplessly looked around them. "So no ones here..that we can see. That proves nothing. It could be someone hiding from us-er..you." He corrected.

"And who might that be?"

Harry shrugged, "How am I suppose to know? maybe that Parkinson girl. You did break up with her correct?"

Draco shot daggers at the boy-who-lived. If looks could kill....

"Shut up Potty!" He growled.

"Potty? Now who's acting like a first year..honestly.." Harry trailed off, proudly supporting a smirk worthy of a Malfoy.

"Why you bloody bas-" Draco was interrupted as two snowballs came flying at them, one hitting him, the other smacking smartly against Harry's face, slinging his glasses across the ground behind him.

Draco brought a hand up to gingerly rub his cheek, where remains of crushed snow still lingered. He quickly caught a glance at Harry's stricken face.

"So....guess it wasn't you."

Harry put a disbelieving face on. "You think!!" And shot a dazed look at Draco as he bent down and started idly searching for his glasses.

Draco sighed and walked a few steps from Harry and picked up the fallen glasses.

"You looking for these?" He questioned and put them on Harry's face.

The other boy muttered a hurried 'thanks' as he adjusted them on his face. And looked up into Draco's eyes.

'He looks really nice without those glasses, hiding his eyes. And his lips.' Draco shook his head, ending his thoughts.

'But still..' he thought once more.

"well....yeah." Harry mummered quietly, bringing draco back, He watched as Harry tried to back away form the look he was currently giving him.

"Potter..wait." Draco responded reaching out and putting a hand on the other boy's arm, stopping his movement completely.

Harry lifted an eyebrow in question. "Yeah?"

"I...." Draco began, stepping closer to the other boy.

"Yeah?" Harry whispered.

"Uh... shit." Harry only had a moment to look surprised, as Draco bent down and brushed his lips across Harry's. It was a brief kiss, but it lingered on each others lips for a few minutes after.

It was a kiss that Harry...and Draco would have sworn could have been their oxygen.

"Er....okay..?" Harry managed to choke out, a faint blush rising across his cheeks.

Draco only smiled... an actual genuine smile ( very un Malfoy like) and stepped back.

"Yes." Draco affirmed and began his walk back to the castle, a smile still lingering on his pale lips, and random thoughts floating around his head.

When, suddenly...

*Thawp*

Draco stopped in his tracks, wet snow clinging to his back.

Slowly the Slytherin turned around to face his raven haired lover.....attacker.

"Potter?"

Harry smiled casually, the remants of the formed snowball still lingering on his hand.

"Now, *that* was me."

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End for our story, not the end for our boys.

AN: *shrugs* yeah,. well there ya go. ^^ It turned out okay I think. Not my best, but hey, at least I *finished* it...By the way, the first like..four snowballs were actually thrown by Fred and George. I just didn't put it there ^^ don't know why though....

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