Harry Potter is a sixteen years old boy with green eyes, round glasses, messy black hair, a scar of a lighting bolt on his forehead and light skin.

Draco Malfoy, a blond silver-eyed boy, also sixteen, some rings adorning his fingers.

Both of them used to hate eachother, but you know how it is: adolescence arrives, hormones spike up sexuality starts to show and confusion owns your mind.

Draco started to notice how his member would pulse when Harry was around during Quidditch class when he wore those shorts, or how he would feel his face flushing when Harry smirked.

Harry started to notice how his eyes would unconsciously drift towards Draco's arse, or how his stomach would flutter when Draco smiled with his friends.

That was strange for both, because they've always liked girls, not boys.

When they both found eachother venting about their frustrations (obviously without telling eachother that the other was the awakening of those frustrations), they decided to.. try?

Now they're in Draco's dorm, the air thick with awkwardness.