Where was an enchanted mistletoe when you needed one? Harry looked into Malfoy's eyes and he smiled. Unknowingly, he licked his lips and Malfoy's gaze immediately snapped towards Harry's mouth.
"I should go..." Malfoy whispered, as if he was trying to remind himself that he needed to go.
"Are you sure you don't want to come and have a cup of coffee with us?" Harry asked. "I promise I'll behave." Wow, where did that come from? Maybe Harry really didn't need alcohol to flirt so badly with Malfoy. "Have a gingerbread--"
"Potter," Malfoy said, stern and looked away from Harry's mouth. "You're making it difficult for me to walk away.
"I'm afraid I don't see the problem," Harry said, stepping closer to Malfoy. "What do you say that we scandalise the patrons of Diagon Alley just a little bit?"
Malfoy looked confused "I don't underst--"
Malfoy's statement didn't see the light of day as Harry pressed his lips against Malfoy's and kissed him. Maybe it was rash, but Harry was rash. He didn't believe in holding back and if Malfoy waited two years for Harry to ask him out, he was sure that he wouldn't have minded the fact that Harry was ready to kiss him. Harry had been ready to kiss him for a long time.