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Harry’s first kiss with Draco isn’t quite as romantic as he’d imagined in his fantasies.
The world doesn't tilt on its axis. They don't melt into each other, two halves of the same soul reunited. Cherubs didn't sing and Harry doesn’t spontaneously combust.
Actually it’s all a bit awkward.
They bump noses and clack their teeth. Harry makes a mortifying mmm’ing noise and Draco stumbles over a cauldron that some fool left on the potion cupboard floor.
But, when they pull apart Draco is smiling. Harry is too.
Practice makes perfect and they’ve got a whole lifetime to improve.