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Harry stared at him funny from his place on the other side of the room. There was something intense and blazing in his eyes that made the large classroom feel as tight as a broom closet. The air around them seemed to pull taught along with a hot coil in his gut and Theo was quite suddenly finding it hard to breath. The tension didn’t dissipate, instead ramping up and up and up until finally, it snapped.
‘Fuck it.’ Harry muttered, before striding across the room and not stopping until his perfect lips were colliding with Theo’s.
Theo wasn’t going to pretend he hadn’t thought about what it would be like to kiss Harry Potter before. He was human. But even his wildest fantasies didn’t compare to this. If he’d had to guess, he would have said Harry would kiss sweetly, despite his self assurance and performative confidence, Theo had imagined he would be more reserved when it came to romance. A gentleman.
Theo could confidently say he’d never been more happy to be wrong. Harry kissed with a sort of blazing passion that Theo wasn’t sure wouldn’t consume him completely. His entire frame was rigid with tension, like he was having to physically restrain himself from slamming him into a wall and devouring him whole. Theo had just enough brain power left to think that that wouldn’t be a bad way to go, before he surrendered himself entirely to the kiss.
Harry’s lips were plush and just chapped enough to make them interesting, his hands, one on Theo’s hip just the right side of bruising pulling Theo flush against him and the other in his hair. Clever fingers threading through the strands and gripping, sending delicious tingles over his scalp, caused Theo to gasp. Harry didn’t hesitate to press his advantage, his velvet tongue exploring Theo’s mouth, leaving a burning trail in it’s wake.
Theo was so thoroughly distracted that he jolted in surprise as his back finally hit the wall. Harry pressed impossibly closer, and it felt like he enveloped Theo, his scent, his heat, his strength wrapping around him like a winter coat, leaving him safe and warm and incredibly turned on.
He could feel Harry felt similarly, where he was pressing against his hip like an iron brand. The idea that he had caused that reaction nearly did Theo in and he groaned, hips twitching forward involuntarily. They both gasped as sparks danced along Theo’s nerves and harry used the hand in his hip to pull Theo impossibly closer.
Harry broke the kiss to trail hot open biting kisses down Theo’s neck as he ground their hips together. Theo let his head fall back with a gasp, giving Harry better access, which the gryffindor didn’t hesitate to utilise. He growled in frustration when he reached Theo’s collar, sending a bolt of white hot desire through Theo as he yanked off his tie and undoing the buttons at his throat to gain access to his collar bones.
Which he promptly bit.
Theo jolted as glorious sensation exploded out from Harry’s teeth. It was sure to leave a mark, but Theo found that far from being off putting, the idea somehow turned him on more. He thought he made a noise that he would have found embarrassing if he had the presence of mind to worry about it.
He gripped Harry’s tie, desperate for something to hang onto as they found a rhythm in the press of their bodies, until Harry’s mouth found its way to his again and Theo started to pull it loose, discarding it once he got it free and unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on Harry’s shirt, before slipping his hands over his neck and down the back of his collar, revelling in the feeling of warm, smooth skin beneath his hands. Making him think about what it would be like to have unrestricted access to it, as they moved together, sending wave after wave of delicious sparks cascading out from the points of contact.
Theo didn’t know how far they would have gone if it weren’t for the bell ringing, scaring the shit out of him as his lust addled brain tried to make sense of the interruption. Harry broke the kiss, gasping as he rested his forehead against Theo’s as they both tried to catch their breaths.
‘We are going to talk about this more later.’ He said, voice low and still breathless, as he took a step backwards, doing nothing to aid Theo’s brain function.
He stooped to pick up a tie and his discarded school bag looking amused as he observed that the only thing Theo seemed capable of doing was stare before saluting him and leaving the classroom.
It took a concentrated effort of will for Theo to pull himself together. Peeling himself off the wall he dazedly went over to retrieve his own tie and bag. They had potions next and while Harry might have gotten away with showing up late for it, Theo wasn’t one of sluggie’s favourites.
It was only when he had it in his hand that Theo noticed his tie was the wrong colour. He stared at it for a moment uncomprehending before he put together what happened. Harry took the wrong tie. Pulling out his wand, he quickly transfigured the red and gold fabric to slytherin colours. It would be a dead give away if they both showed up with the wrong house tie. As it was Theo could only hope he’d be over looked in the inevitable hunt for answers that would ensue at Harry Potter showing up in slytherin colours. He went to put his tie back on and noticed his open collar. It wouldn’t matter what colour his tie was if he showed up looking like he did.
He made quick work of a tidying charm he’d often been ambushed with as a child to try and make it look less like he’d been ravaged by the chosen one and tied his newly transfigured tie to finish it off, all while willing away the problem in his trousers.
Once presentable, he practically ran to potions, pace only slowing when he reached the dungeon corridor filled with his classmates. He kept his breathing steady as he walked over to Blaise, Daphne and Tracy.
The whole class was whispering and staring at Harry where sure enough, he was leant against the corridor wall, sporting green and silver, apparently blissfully unaware of the attention he was garnering, with his nose in his potions book, ignoring everyone.
To the uninformed observer, Harry looked more or less normal apart from the glaringly obvious exception, but Theo could notice small remnants of their kiss stamped all over him that caused his heart rate to pick up pace. The crooked tilt of his collar, the slightly swollen lips, the bare remnant of colour lingering high on his cheeks.
‘Who’s tie do you reckon it is?’ Blaise whispered, eyeing their surrounding housemates for any sign of a culprit. Blaise was an avid gossip hound rivalled only by Brown and the gryffindor Patil twin.
Daphne rolled her eyes. ‘What makes you think it’s someone else’s tie? Maybe someone hit him with a jinx or something.’
‘Nah. Blaise said assuredly. ‘Transfigured fabric looks different. That is an original slytherin tie.’
Theo suppressed the sudden urge to fidget. He personally thought Blaise’s hypothesis was bullshit but he didn’t want his own tie to come under enough scrutiny to test it.
‘It’s not yours is it Daph?’ Blaise asked, peering at her suspiciously. Daphne swatted him away. ‘No of course not. I’ve been with you and Tracy all morning.’
Blaise deflated. ‘Good point. That means it can’t be Tracy either. That just leaves Parkinson or Bulstrode, and I can’t really see Potter forfeiting the bet for either of them.’
‘Who says it’s a girl?’ Tracy chimed in through a mouthful of droubles she was trying to blow into a bubble the size of her head.
‘Oh please.’ Blaise scoffed, ‘Potters straighter than daphnes hair. What do you reckon Theo?’
Theo shrugged, noncommittally, avoiding eye contact by riffling through his bag.
‘Well whoever it is, Granger and Weasley obviously don’t know either.’ Blaise said looking over at the trio. Theo looked too, noting how granger and Weasley were alternating between sharing glances at each other and shooting glances at Harry, neither of them seeming brave enough to broach the topic as Harry remained unaware of the scrutiny. Just as granger opened her mouth to speak, the door to the potions classroom opened, slughorn ushering them in.
‘Oh ho! Harry my boy, as much as slytherin house would be honoured to have you, last I checked you were a gryffindor!’
At this, Harry looked down at his tie and froze. ‘Oh shit.’ He said, surprised. ‘Someone must have hexed me. I didn’t even notice.’
Theo half expected Harry to look his direction or blush and give the game away, but he just stared guilelessly back at slughorn like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Theo couldn’t help but think that for all he was gryffindor’s golden boy on the surface, there were hidden depths to Harry Potter.
The idea sent a sharp thrill through him as he trailed Blaise into the room and he viscously stamped it down ,at the risk of giving the game away by getting a hard on in the middle of the potions lab. As he made his way to his seat, he saw granger point her wand at Harry’s tie before frowning minutely and glancing suspiciously at Harry before waving it again. The tie melted from green and silver to red and gold. Theo saw Harry thank her as he unpacked his bag. Granger hissed something, glancing at the slytherin side of the room, that cause Harry to freeze momentarily, before laughing it off. Theo had a sneaking suspicion granger had tried to undo whatever spell was supposedly on the tie, only to find that there was none.
Theo didn’t envy Harry the position of trying to explain it to her, as he started unpacking his bag, focussing on the task in front of him and not at the lingering taste of treacle in his mouth from a dessert he hadn’t eaten