Eward did not register what happened at first: all he knew was that Harry was again being provocative in all the wrong ways and he was about to yell again when he was pulled into a fierce kiss. One which was, surprisingly, not bad. It held all the passion and neediness which many of Eward's conquests lacked and for a moment he was captured, returning it in kind. His hands gripped Harry's sides forcefully and he kissed him with abandon until something made him stop; he shoved Harry backwards, turning away but he did not wipe his lips in digust. He simply panted, shaking with a mix of confusion, drink and desire.
"Oh fuck.." he said to himself, squinting his eyes shut tight.