Drarry: Battle of the Bravest

This is a Harry x Draco Fanfiction, please don't read if you don't like this pairing and, quite obviously, don't flame just because you feel like it...just don't flame at all. Each and every one of us has the right to make their own choices, likes and dislikes, it's what makes us different.

Initially I wrote this as a drabble, and it was going quite well until I thought that making it into a longer, chapter story would be a good idea. It’s not, it’s a terrible idea...but I’m doing it anyway. The plot is quite obvious and, I dare say, you can guess the whole thing just from this point. I solemnly promise that I’m up to no good and that I, Malfoy’s Boxers, will  give the story a twist and turn...but making it all turn out the best. By the way, this was wrote and re-read by me, there are no beta readers related to this story so, yeah...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters in any way; it belongs to the amazing J. K. Rowling and ever so splendid Warner Brothers studios that make those delicious films. I limit myself to borrowing Jo’s amazing characters from time to time.

 

Battle of the Bravest - Prologue

Draco was bored, and that’s never good. He looked around to see if there was something, anything that could resemble fun. There was nothing, that is, until Harry Potter decided to walk right into his peripheral vision...wait, Harry freaking Potter was actually walking towards him. That was uncanny.
‘Relax Malfoy, just trying to make sure that you won’t play dirty during today’s game,’ Harry wore a smug grin, arms crossed in front of his chest and spectacles gently sliding from the bridge of his nose.
‘What gave you the idea that I’d do such thing, hum Potter?’ Draco mimicked Harry’s posture.
‘You were just talking about it with your friends, how you were going to take down the brave Harry Potter,’ the smug grin only got bigger. ‘It was obvious what you meant’.
‘I think you added the brave part’ spat Draco.
‘Oh...I don’t think so Malfoy, and there’s no use trying to deny it,’ said Harry. ‘Deep down you actually admire me; I get it, you being a chicken and all’.
‘I do no such thing!’ shouted the blonde boy. ‘I’m much braver than you are, or will ever be as a matter of fact!’
‘Then prove it.’ Those were Harry’s only words, and they were good enough for Draco, or at least as good as they were going to get.
‘You are going to regret that dear Potter, to the very core.’
Harry’s reaction was quite simply to remove his wand from his terribly worn out cloak but...there were soft lips touching his even before he could think properly. Why was Draco kissing him? Was that his solid proof of bravery? Harry had no idea, but kissing him wasn’t as odd or disgusting as he initially thought it would be so, in order to prove that he, the Boy who Lived was stronger, and braver, and more manlier (regardless of the fact they were two boys kissing), he kissed back, fiercely.
The whole Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry watched with flabbergasted faces, mouths wide open and a look of pure and shear horror as the boys performed their...battle of the bravest. 
‘See?’ said Draco, interrupting the kiss. ‘I’m the bravest! Ha! The bravest of them all!’
‘You.Are.Not’ whispered the slightly breathless Harry Potter. ‘I kissed you back, so our bravery has been proved to be the same, at least in this subject. I doubt you’d ever fight a Dragon like I did last year, or rescue a loved one, or get through a labyrinth...and fight Voldemort!’
‘No deal Harry, I have showed you my point, and quite skilfully if I might add!’
‘No Draco, you didn’t,’ Harry walked closer to Draco’s face, so close that everyone else thought they were going to kiss again. ‘I’m braver than you, and always will be. And since when am I Harry, wasn’t I Potter right before the kiss?’
‘One, that was not a kiss; two, I’m the bravest; three, it was an innocent mistake, and four...you just called me Draco.’
‘Well then Malfoy, let’s settle this with the ultimate battle of the bravest, and may the best man win!’ Harry gestured, a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face, one not even Hermione or Ron had ever seen before.
‘Challenge accepted...Potter.’

Little did Draco know that Harry had taken Felix Felicis, the Liquid Luck potion, just mere moments before the two had their brutal encounter. It was Harry trying to get over boredom, just like Draco wanted to do the same. But now, it was quite obvious that neither Harry or Draco were bored, as a matter of fact, they were quite excited.