New Year's Kisses

"You arrogant prick!" Draco Malfoy growled, glaring over his desk at the man who had just waltzed in. "Where the hell were you? I leave for two seconds and you disappear for almost an hour." Harry peered sheepishly through his bangs at his coworker, breathing heavily.

"Sorry. I had to take a break. I just went for a short run," he explained, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The blonde rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself as he returned to his report.

"Short run my arse. You were probably off shagging the girl at the coffeehouse. That blonde bimbo."

"Not my type," Harry replied easily, flopping down into his chair. Draco arched an eyebrow, leaning forward.

"The brunette at the corner bakery?" he asked. Harry scoffed, skimming over one of the documents they were supposed to be correcting. Draco was intrigued, now. "The redhead at the bar? The purple-haired bird at the tattoo parlor?" Harry actually laughed, peering over his glasses at Draco.

"I told you, I was running. There was no rabid boffing, and even if there was, I sure wouldn't want any of those."

Draco gave a haughty sniff, put off by this. They were pretty enough girls. And very good in bed. He returned to his work, scribbling away for a moment. But not too much longer, he looked up, clearing his throat.

"...Whom would you want?" he asked casually, reaching for the coffee mug on the corner of his desk. Harry looked up, smirking.

"A man, for one." The smirk grew as Draco choked, coughing wildly.

"Bloody hell, Potter. Warn me next time."

"Quite sorry," Harry apologized, still smiling. Draco shot him a dirty look, pausing before asking another question.

"When did you figure that out?"

"Seventh year, I think. At least, that's when I realized I was attracted to Ron." Draco made a face. "That was basically my reaction. I mean, he's my best friend, but...yeah."

Draco nodded, their work forgotten. He reclined in his chair, locking his fingers behind his head. "...I discovered I was bisexual when I was fifteen. I caught Blaise and a seventh year boy snogging in the common room one night and found myself wanting to join in. When you're as desirable as I am, why limit yourself to one gender?"

"...So why are you working on New Year's Eve? You could pick anyone in London to spend the night with. Why choose work?"

Draco shrugged, fiddling with one of his quills. "I've never really celebrated the New Year. When I was growing up, it held no significance for me. ...What about you? Why aren't you spending the night with some special guy?"

"...I am," Harry replied after a moment, tilting his head as Draco's gaze snapped towards him. "As you said yourself, you're very desirable. And I suppose I'm mildly attracted to you."

There was a long silence. Then Draco slowly stood and made his way over to Harry's desk. Harry nervously stood, sticking his hands in his pockets. The countdown for the New Year started floating over the office radio. The two men stared at each other, almost eye to eye. Somehow, Draco was two whole inches taller than Harry. Neither spoke as the countdown reached one and Auld Lang Syne started playing.

"...Happy New Year," Harry finally said. Draco let out an animal-like growl, grabbing Harry's collar and slamming him back against the wall. Then he kissed him.

Harry found Draco's lips to be surprisingly soft, although he made up for it by being as ruthless as possible. Only seconds into the kiss, his tongue probed for entrance, which was easily granted. Harry let out a choked gasp as the blonde explored every possible inch of his mouth, biting and nibbling his lips.

After what felt like an hour, Draco pulled away, still holding Harry against the wall. He smirked as the Boy Who Lived gasped for breath, staring at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. Draco leaned close, mouth almost touching his ear as he whispered.

"Happy fucking New Year."

A shiver ran down Harry's spine, and Draco soon found himself in Harry's place against the wall. He smirked.

"Mildly attracted, eh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. Harry didn't say a word, just leaned in and kissed him again.

...They didn't finish any work the rest of the night.