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Draco panted as Potter broke the kiss and stepped back. He was in danger of fainting; only the stone wall at his back helped him to stay standing.
In contrast, Potter was the very image of poise. “Do you have some kind of respiratory problem I should know about, Malfoy?”
Draco could only stare in bewilderment.
“Oh, calm down! It’s no worse than when Bullstrode snogged me last week.” Harry shuddered. “You Slytherins started all these horrible dares, it’s not my fault it backfired.”
And then, before Draco could utter a word, Potter turned on his heel and strode away.