One of Draco's favorite perfumes is... Well, well, Harry can never name those convoluted names, and since he came to the United States for the holidays, perfumes have completely missed them, just like that night at the summer camp, Draco put it on him What I apply is always magic potion, and there is not even a scented ball in my luggage.
But Harry still remembered the smell, and he was sure that it was not someone else's smell. Draco always preferred some flashy things, and Harry never agreed with his taste in this, because he preferred light ones to fragrant ones, and he preferred woody ones. More than flowery ones, but like a girl, he likes to wear different fancy perfumes. He likes woody scents mixed with a little sweetness and a little fragrant scent. He thinks this keeps him from using woody scents in a bunch. Everyone is lost among the people.
The sweetness always made Harry laugh, but it was a smile. When he smelled this smell, Harry would always know that Draco was coming. He would raise his head and smile before saying hello, waiting for his friend to sit down next to him. No matter how fishy the lake water is around, no matter how much grass there is, or like now, no matter how many roses there are, they can't cover up those special fragrances.
Now the fragrance rushed to Harry, to his whole body, Draco held his hand, they stayed away from the crowd and hid beside the rose bush, letting the moonlight be the brightest light and the roses being the best listeners, come on A dance that Harry thought might not be that good.
"That's it." Draco held Harry's hand with one hand and selected the song with one hand. He was sweating wildly in his heart - today he almost thought that this Muggle iPhone was really what he said. That way, throw it out of your pocket, because a wizard's wedding party doesn't need a Muggle phone.
Facts have proved that his hesitation was right. No one never needs something or someone. No, this has come in handy.
Muggles, that is, ordinary people, certainly have many great things, such as defeating the laws of nature, such as the creation of many strange mutations, and the laziest and smartest among them have invented many creations, among which the most worthy of pursuit and admiration One of the creations of the world, the mobile phone has easily become a substitute for the band. It is small, easy to carry, can store multiple pieces of music, and can... um, do a live Google search, and become the best speaker.
"What kind of dance is this? Tango? Waltz?" Harry flinched when the music started, because Draco put his hand on his waist. The feeling was itchy and hot, and the sweat and heat penetrated through the palm of his hand. The clothes stuck to his waist, and he tried to focus on identifying the music, "...Waltz?"
"...I feel sad for your barren head. Isn't this something you can react to when you hear it?" Draco said, his face stern and stern, and when his palm fell on Harry's waist, he seemed to be frozen. The person touched a kind of heat-absorbing stone that wizards use to warm their hands in winter. It was hot and scorching, but it was attached to it and didn't want to leave. "Of course it's a waltz, a quick waltz. Now, put your hand on my shoulder, shoulder, Shoulders, not waist!”
This was not the beginning of the dance that Draco wanted. Because the guy facing him was smiling broadly and his expression was as relaxed as water. But when he shouted, the face that looked pretty good switched to a panicked and apologetic expression, and Harry did apologize: "Uh. , I'm sorry, I didn't react at the moment!" And the music has been playing for a long time.
"...Why are you so loud!" Draco said.
"...I'm a little nervous," Harry covered his mouth. He didn't know why he suddenly apologized so loudly. Others bowed their heads in embarrassment, but he raised his head and raised the corner of his mouth, looking at the other person, "I'm sorry."
"...It doesn't matter. It's nothing."
Draco couldn't help but soften his tone, a rare moment of generosity, and he even took out his phone and started playing it again.
This was the dance he wanted, and it didn't deserve a bad start. From the moment Harry put his hand into his outstretched palm and he grasped it again, a kind of nervousness and excitement that he had never felt when dancing with others caused a different change in his mood.
"Come on," facing Harry who couldn't even bend his waist, he acted like a seductive teacher, "Pick up your feet, turn around, go left, go right..." While saying this, he was not idle either. , body movement is a better language, Harry can keep up with his rhythm almost without thinking, and the occasional slow beat will not cause Draco to say "Is there something wrong with you" or "wrong" or something like that? 's exclamation.
This made Harry particularly flattered.
Draco pursed his lips. His attitude towards this dance is extremely serious, and it is not like a way to relax at all; but he also particularly wants to be like a gentle person, like the best dance partner, and he can make the other party feel comfortable with the best partner. Relaxed, because the person he was holding was none other than Harry.
Sometimes the point of view is like this. When a specific environment is encountered, some hazy things will become clearer and clearer.
There must be something different between Harry and others. Higher than those unfamiliar girls. Better than those proper cousins. More unique than mother and uncle. More than Granger, Zabini made him want to get closer.
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Everyone must remember their first dance while dancing.
Of course, Harry's first dance was when he was a child. The first time in his memory was the teaching type, but when he danced with Draco, he remembered that the real first dance was actually on a Christmas Day - Dad After drinking too much wine and the stove was warm, little Harry was called cookie, sweetheart, and baby by his father. He was holding a soft hand and dancing with the wheelchair on his two short legs. .
In the memory, there is a soft blanket under his feet, his palm is held by the warm hand of his father, there are sweet and intimate calls in his ears, and the fragrant fire (incense wood) is burning in the stove, and he is sweating for a while. It kept popping up from the little boy's forehead...and the younger baby was held in her arms by her father, who rarely came to visit, and shook the toy bell. It was as cute as a doll. Yes, it doesn't know how to do it yet. Talking doll.
The various decorations on the Christmas tree seemed to be alive, jingling and moving without the wind. The star on the top was floated up in circles by Harry under the guidance of his father. It was so big that it looked like a dazzling sun.
Thinking about it carefully, this dance actually has no teaching meaning at all. Instead, it is full of irregular circles. Both father and son were sweating happily, even though one could not remember the dance steps, one could only turn the wheelchair, and the other could not. More dizzy than one.
He was really too young at that time, but his happy memories were not small at all.
That memory carries temperature, color and smell. Sweet and warm, it makes people want to sing and sleep. Harry smashed his mouth.
Well, speaking of smell, did Dad drink some sweet wine at that time? Did you even give me a little taste? Harry picked up a few impressions from his memory, which didn't seem to be much. Even if Charles was drunk, he would not give the child alcohol, but he would dip his fingertips in it and let the child lick it with the tip of his tongue like a cat...
Coincidentally, just when he was thinking about it, Draco magically took out a small bottle of wine, which was only a few steps away, but he was about to throw it over.
"Wow, where did you get the wine?" Harry stopped and caught the wine bottle, which was no bigger than an adult's hand, in amazement. It's a mini...vod...plus that's commonly found in stores of all kinds. !
"Your dancing steps are better, but they need to be improved...drink it." Draco said, "Drink it and you will be bolder and won't be so timid. Tell me that I taught you your dancing steps." , I feel ashamed."
Harry thought that this was not serious teaching, and objected: "But, um, I haven't reached the legal drinking age yet?"
Draco: "Good question, was it lemonade you drank at the class reunion? Or was it pumpkin juice?"
"..." Harry said dryly, "But that's not some strong alcohol, it's vodka!"
Draco told him expressionlessly: "This is not vodka, daddy's good boy - can you drink it before you talk? Besides, this is stuffed by my uncle."
Harry: "...what?"
"You have it in your pocket too," Draco raised his eyebrows, "Feel it and have a look."
Harry's mouth twitched, and he actually took out a bottle of the same wine... But they both opened the cork and smelled it. Sirius estimated the amount of alcohol each child had. Harry's smelled like it had almost no alcohol content, while Draco's smelled like nothing. Barely crossed the line of fruit wine.
"Then I'll just drink this," Harry shook the bottle in his hand and drank half the bottle, "I'm not very good at drinking."
Draco glanced at him, his look obviously saying 'you loser', but he didn't ask, and he asked symbolically: "How does it taste?"
Harry nodded while thinking about it and blinked: "...a bit strong." It tasted a little more alcoholic than it smelled. Harry's face twisted slightly, but the quality of the wine, the sweetness and sourness of the fruit, made the wine more Covered by the smell, the smell of wine turned into flame-like heat, heating people's faces and brains with heat.
This is a bit of a strange feeling. Your throat, head, and heart seem to be touched and covered by a hot hand. It's... a charming feeling, but I feel a little dizzy after tasting it for a long time. But this kind of heat really strengthened his courage, and Harry suddenly had the courage to try it even if vodka was put in front of him.
"The taste is okay." He said cogently, smacking his mouth. "I even want to drink some more."
As soon as Draco heard what he said, he knew that he had achieved his goal. He saw Harry stuffing the bottle back with a calm expression on his face, but he shouted 'yes! ', and then put his arm around Harry's waist again, they repositioned themselves, and the music started playing again from the phone.
This time they turned the first circle perfectly, and the rhythm was more natural and beautiful than the stiff dance steps just now——
——Ah, a little wine is indeed useful. Harry couldn't help but think. So his father did give him some wine back then.
Look, his steps are much lighter now!
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Cedric mustered up all his courage and walked towards the beautiful woman. Compared to the young hufflepuff school students, Wanda is undoubtedly a much more mature woman, like a fiery red rose that blooms just right - she is not like the girls surrounding her, who can reveal her youthfulness when she smiles. , or maybe eye contact and whispers reveal that they are still young, as well as those deliberately thin waistlines, deliberately mentioned fashion and news...
But whether it's to please, to test, or to be sarcastic, Wanda's attitude is very casual, as if the people around her are her classmates. She may not be very popular, but she will not be embarrassed because of this. Or showing a confused or overly disgusted expression.
Even if the other party is a woman who is older than him, perhaps almost seven or eight years old, Cedric is still inevitably fascinated by her - age for beautiful women is like the age of red wine, the more it settles, the more mellow it becomes, better than all new wines. Wanda's beauty is like this. Even if you are younger than her, when you look at her, you will still feel that this is such a precious, young and moving beauty! What's more, this beauty is well-mannered and obviously well-educated. Her occasional silence and conversation are not annoying. Besides her beauty, she has a mysterious flavor. Her attitude towards magic is more like that of a magician than many people present. An authentic wizard - no worship, no surprise, no contempt, just a natural element that seems to be a habitual element in life.
Of course, she is indeed very young. Conservatively calculating, maybe the other party is still studying at a Muggle university.
"Good evening, Miss Maximoff." After finally walking over, Cedric spoke almost tremblingly. He nervously read out the title that he had read several times in his mind, but regretted it for a moment, because at that moment many people suddenly understood Looking over, a young girl who was pretending to be affectionate around Wanda said, "Ah, so your last name is Maximoff! Can I call you like him?"
"Why doesn't she have the same last name as 'that boy'?" Cedric could hear someone muttering, "This last name doesn't sound American."
"You are wrong. Americans have all kinds of surnames, and they have all kinds of people there." Someone replied with contempt - this is national discrimination.
"Of course." Wanda nodded while holding a glass of wine, very calmly. Those gossips did not disturb her even a little bit, "Good evening, Mr. Ory, I remember you - Harry's senior."
Cedric's heart can't help but beat like every young boy - she remembers me, she remembers me!
But it was a pity that Wanda only glanced at him one more time and said a few words, because right after Zabini's mother, today's bride walked over with a dazzling face. This friendly (seemingly so), beautiful lady eagerly occupied the seat closest to Wanda, chatting and laughing very skillfully, combining some anecdotes about Harry that she heard from Blaise into another one about Harry. In Harry's message, he said a few words as if they were interesting things. For example, standing not far away was the wife of the Minister of Magic. She nodded to this side, but did not come over because there was still a dispute within the Ministry of Magic... Another example is that some ignorant people wrote to Dumbledore that it was "unbelievable that they are sensible and educated" about the "student safety at school" letter, but the wise old man resolutely refuted it. For example, the Nott family... …
Wanda smiled faintly and took all this information into her mind without missing a word. At the same time, she quietly looked at the not-so-young bride next to her with new eyes——If this is a universal attitude, then the wizard The old aristocrats in the world were not as rigid as she thought, but at least this lady was quite 'flexible'.
"If I am shameless and ask my son to send the invitation to the lovely Mr. X□□ier at tea time," Mrs. Zabini said with a smile, "I hope you will come and have tea with me and do it with me. A companion - the boys have their own way of playing, the ladies have other things to enjoy and have fun with, and we always get the most authentic and good stuff, like black tea.”
She also knew that there was a wedding happening at Wanda's family. During the chat, she counted several related consulting and assistance teams, and also introduced several well-connected ladies in the family.
"Maybe you have your own needs for the wedding," a lady covered her mouth and said with a smile, "but of course the more good things, the better."
"What you said makes sense." Wanda nodded - if there is a convenient channel for reference, why refuse? Why did she and Harry come to this annoying wedding party? Why does she put up with dealing with it here? Isn't it just for reference?
……Wait a moment.
Wanda suddenly remembered something she had forgotten for a while - Harry.
She made an excuse, saying she was going to have a drink, and broke away from the circle of girls and ladies. She looked around and finally found Cedric and asked, "Sorry, have you seen Harry?"
Cedric, who was depressed at first, was flattered by being asked this question and replied: "...No, no...he, I mean, they, I mean, he and little Mr. Malfoy should be together."
Wanda frowned, just in time to see Sirius walking over in a hurry.
"Did any of you see that brat Draco?" he asked as soon as he opened his mouth, "I went to have a drink and he disappeared."
Cedric shook his head violently.
Wanda: "Harry is gone too, what's wrong?"
"I brought two mini bottles of vodka with me and put them on the table when I was talking to someone." Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I accidentally took it away by that kid. I asked the house elf to find out. I poured out all the vodka and poured some other wine into it - he actually wasted my wine like this, I think he deserves a beating again."
"..." Wanda, "What kind of drink did he drink?"
She had an unpleasant premonition... Not only that, this premonition also made her hands feel a little itchy.
After thinking about it, she changed the question: "Are there any special hangover medicines available here?"
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There are always people who regard dancing as the happiest thing in life. Harry once analyzed the reason for this with great interest, and believed that it is the same as painting, listening to music, and playing games online - people who like to do these things think that dancing is the happiest thing in life. , it’s fun to do it.
Harry always regarded things that he rarely did as new things, so he didn't feel bad when he tried to do them. For example, he played the cello, which he heard was more popular in universities; for example, he also tried He went to play football, but unfortunately no team wanted him because he looked like a rookie; he also tried painting, and he was pretty good at it. He was able to master the skills, but soon after this interest passed, he became addicted to books and couldn't extricate himself. .
Turns out I didn’t really enjoy those things before. Harry had overturned his own seriousness like this when he was riding a broomstick and playing Quidditch. Novelty and enjoyment were completely different things. He finally had to admit that he loved flying and he loved Quidditch. If the game wasn't too exciting, he would be willing to play Quidditch every day. This was the feeling of doing something he loved.
And now, this night, when he and Draco were dancing to the music under the moonlight, a wonderful feeling told him to dance with this person holding him and holding his waist. It would completely make dancing itself a completely different feeling from hobbies. He was even so shocked by the feeling that he couldn't think anymore.
This... is really amazing. Everything seemed great to him. Roses, moonlight, wine, music, dancing, Draco. It's like listing the appropriate equations, and everything is impeccable from the first row to the last row. In the end, guess what, the teacher gave it a perfect score. This is truly impeccable, so you can happily step on it. Dancing on the table, even if it is seen as showing off, and being pulled down and beaten by others, it still feels joyful, because everything about this thing makes you feel happy and comfortable.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the enthusiasm, maybe it was the heat brought by the fast pace... No matter what was mixed together, Harry felt that his brain was unable to think in the faster and faster pace. .
Why am I walking so lightly? Why do I feel so proud every time I hit a beat? Why is this music so sweet? Why can I dance so well with Draco? What did I just do? Did I drink?
Is it because of alcohol? Is it because Draco is a dance master? (This statement Harry thought might be refuted by Draco) Is it because he danced very well this time?
--No! Why should I think? I can definitely follow the music, follow Draco, and follow that feeling!
This is not on the dance floor, I don't have to avoid others; this is not real teaching, I don't have to follow perfect standards; the person opposite me is not someone else, it's Draco!
I can do whatever I want!
At this time, a high-pitched section came, and Harry, led by Draco, hugged his neck tightly with one hand, almost jumping in a circle, and when he was about to land, Draco bore all his weight. , hugged his waist and turned around again, and then suddenly used force to lift him up.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed happily.
"'Wow' is such an ungraceful word," Draco gasped, but Harry could see the corner of his mouth curling up for a long time, "But now I allow you to say 'Wow'."
When Harry was lifted a little higher by him, Harry also raised his feet in the air, and his whole body was pressed next to Draco's head, and he could smell the scent of perfume surrounding him tightly.
Ah, I'm dancing with Draco. Currently.
Harry laughed. He didn't know why he was laughing, he laughed when he wanted to, and he also found fun in spinning in circles - he jumped up, and Draco held him up, they did what every dance partner would do Turning in circles, even without a girl, he cooperated perfectly, and if he stepped on the right beat, Harry would be happier. He vaguely felt that this might be the onset of his rare latent obsessive-compulsive disorder.
And Draco was extremely considerate. Harry could tell that his movements were becoming less and less standard, but he adjusted quickly, quickly and perfectly. Every time Harry let himself go, he could cooperate and catch up, just like this That's how the dance works. If it weren't for years of experience, he would never be able to do it so perfectly.
"I'm so proud of you!" Harry said, "You dance so well!"
The tone was exclamation.
As the circles turned more and more, Harry's head became more and more dizzy, but it was a comfortable dizziness. This erratic feeling actually made him let go. He was no longer afraid of making mistakes, but danced whatever he wanted. The posture is what the posture is... Harry felt that a switch was slowly turning on, and when the song automatically switched to the next cheerful Christmas song, he licked his lips, feeling a little thirsty, and remembered the dance his father took him to dance a long time ago. Scene, what did he do at that time?
Harry took out the remaining half bottle of wine from his pocket and drank himself a quick sip.
A big mouthful
"What are you doing-" Draco was a little shocked now.
The drinking guy gave him a soft smile. It's really soft, as soft as a rabbit.
"I'm thirsty." He answered with a smile on his face, as if the opposite side was not Draco, but a huge wall, and the bookshelves on the wall were filled with rare out-of-print books.
I think you really drank too much. Draco said in his heart. But he just pulled Harry tight and didn't let go for a moment.
"Do you still want to play in circles?" He asked, half coaxing and half testing, "Let's dance and play for a while longer? Do you like this, Harry?"
"certainly!"
Harry put the wine back into his pocket, holding the other person's hand with both hands. Draco's smile couldn't help but widen, he stretched out his arms, hugged the other person in a posture that was definitely not dancing, and fixed the other person's head on his shoulders.
"Do you like this?" Draco didn't know whether he was asking Harry or himself. This is a too close posture, chest to chest, heart pounding, the distance between the two hearts is extremely close, and... the other person seems to like whatever he does.
"Isn't this a perverted idea..." Draco murmured to himself, "But whatever."
He just hugged Harry, and the two of them hugged and slowly circled, not stepping on the rhythm, but Draco didn't care. After a while, Harry had an opinion.
"This isn't on time," he moved his brain, which was completely burned to a pulp by alcohol, "It won't move fast this way."
He broke away from Draco's arms, paused, and before the other person showed a disappointed expression, he used his own hand to pull a circle with the other person's hand, and then pulled each other around like coffee cups at an amusement park.
draco: "!!!"
I was so scared, I thought he was going to beat someone up...
Draco looked at the other person guiltily, holding hands with Harry and spinning around wildly, while the guy opposite him actually sang a pop song at the top of his lungs:
"are we an item girl quit playing! (We are together, right? Girl, stop torturing me)..." Harry still imitated the singer on the TV, he let go of Draco's hand, and He kissed her on the lips and blew a kiss.
"No, evil, what are you doing," Draco's heart almost stopped due to the blowing kiss, he said jokingly, "You actually like this song? A Muggle boy?"
Harry didn't answer him, maybe because he had been holding it in for a long time, and when he let it go he was particularly thorough. He sang happily at the top of his voice while spinning around, his eyes full of his platinum-haired dance partner: "said there's another one, looked right in my eyes, (you look directly into my eyes and say you have someone else in your heart)——"
Although this was just lyrics, Draco felt that he had been hit by an arrow in the knee for no apparent reason. It was so innocent that he wanted to shout that I didn't.
"I don't like these lyrics," he pulled Harry to stop, pouting and threatening fiercely. Harry was already drunk anyway, "I'm looking at you, but I'm not thinking about anything else-"
Harry held his stomach and trembled with laughter: "This is a love song, Draco, why do you want to be so serious with a love song! You are so stupid!" After saying that, he pretended to be cool and sang again, "like baby, baby, baby noo, like baby, baby, baby, oh..."
He pulled Draco suddenly and spun again. This time Draco failed to grasp the balance properly. The two of them tilted at the same time and fell heavily towards the rose bush next to them.
"You idiot!" Draco exclaimed, gritted his teeth and turned around so that he was underneath, intending to hold Harry on top... But just when he closed his eyes and was about to be stung by the thorns of the rose, he found that he All the roses pressed on her back turned into soft cat dolls in an instant, ranging from rag dolls to orange cats. They were soft, fluffy and adorable.
Draco: "…………"
A moment of transformation! A bunch of cats!
Before he could be stunned, he heard Harry's high-pitched voice suddenly rise over there:
"...i thought you'd always be mine, mine (I thought you would always be mine)!"
The lyrics suddenly penetrated the deepest part of Draco's heart. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the drunk Harry who was rolling on the doll and giggling. At this moment, all his transformation skills were gone, and Harry was still humming: "baby" , baby, baby oh..."
Draco gently put his hand on the other person's face and slid it gently. He was actually always prepared to be beaten, but Harry was not. Harry would only giggle and hold his hand, shaking it back and forth, as if he The five or six-year-old sister behaves so childishly that she is cute.
He would only smile like this and stare at you, treating you as his best friend. His green eyes were filled with your shadow at the moment.
——He belongs to you completely at least for this moment.
Draco swallowed.
"Would you like to dance with me, Harry?" he asked softly.
"I love it." Harry replied, "I have never loved dancing so much!"
When he looked at Draco, his eyes were so bright that Draco said as if he was cursed:
"Do you like me?"
After saying this, he was shocked for a moment as if he was hit by an arrow in the center, but immediately, the feeling welling up from the depths of his soul agreed with this sentence.
right here! This is it!
And as if that wasn't confusing enough, Harry answered without hesitation.
"I like it," he said, "I want to be a lifelong good friend with Draco. A lifelong friend, just like... just like the members of the Avengers."
"..." Draco pinched that face hard.
"Ouch." Harry whined softly.
"Liar." Draco said. He thought to himself, I don't want this answer... No, no, no, I want a better answer.
"Really." Harry was stubborn even though he was drunk. "I'm not lying."
"I don't want this answer." Draco said.
His chest felt like a hole was dug by the arrow just now. He had to get something suitable to fill it to be satisfied, otherwise it would be a bottomless pit of greed.
"Do you still want to drink?" Draco took out the bottle from his pocket and coaxed, "Are you still thirsty now?"
His tone was too soft to be Malfoy-like, so Harry smiled and agreed... and then got even more confused. This was originally Draco's plan. He secretly switched the contents of two bottles, one was fruit juice and vodka, and the other was brewed high-proof liqueur. Originally, Harry's bottle was enough to get him drunk, allowing Draco to take advantage of it. He drunkenly made all kinds of complaints and coaxed him into making promises, such as never talking to Pansy again... This was originally a form of revenge.
But Draco had an impulse and drank too much, and Harry was almost completely drunk. But the amazing thing is that he closed his eyes and still remembered to pass his hand to Draco.
"Don't be angry," he said, "I like dancing with you, Draco. More than with Wanda, and even more with Pansy..."
After saying that, he completely collapsed on the soft cat doll he had conjured, resting on the belly of a long-haired cat, his eyes narrowed until there was only a slit left.
"...I seem to be drunk," Harry said this sad fact, but he no longer had the energy to think, "This is at Blaise's house, how should I go back?"
——You just realized that your brain was disconnected?
"...I'm here, you defenseless little fool."
Seeing how stupid he was, Draco finally sighed and said assuredly.
"Draco is the best." Harry said with satisfaction - completely forgetting that he had a sister in the venue.
"Say something nice again." Draco coaxed.
"I don't know how to say nice things." Harry spoke based on instinct, but was smarter than usual, "I know how to tell the truth, Draco."
How could this person be so...so...so? Draco couldn't come up with an adjective, but he stared at Harry, touching his black hair to his face. In the end, he couldn't suppress his inner impulse, so he got up and leaned over, but he hesitated a second before he fell.
The hot breaths exchanged on the lips of the two boys, and finally, a warm kiss gently fell on the corner of Harry's mouth.
