Title: When Opposites Collide
Disclaimer: This story is based entirely on the story J.K. Rowling has written. She owns all of the characters, ideas, credit and copyright. This story is made simply for enjoyment and no money is being made from this. No offence intended. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: Slash, silliness
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco is acting weird, and Harry is on the receiving end of it.
Author's Note: I am very new to writing fanfiction, and constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome. I have quite a few stories I'm working on, most of them Drarry-related. If you're a Drarry shipper, take the time to check out some of my other works and tell me what you think. Anyway, this is just something I thought of during school, and decided to write down.
"Opposita miscere!"
Draco Malfoy didn't even feel the effect of the spell taking place as he sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, eating a leisurely breakfast, unsuspecting of the terrible event soon to take place.
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"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," Harry snapped, feeling especially irritable and vindictive for no reason he cold fathom.
"Don't watch where you're going, Potter," Malfoy lashed back, sending him a death glare.
"You're not making any sense," he said, frowning uncertainly at the other boy.
"I do make sense,' the blonde shot back huffily, his death glare growing in intensity.
"Whatever, Malfoy, as much fun as this has been, I have to go." Harry turned and walked off. Before he could go far, however, Malfoy caught up with him.
"Whatever, Potter. This has not been fun, and I most certainly will not go," Malfoy retorted, adamant in his refusal to leave Harry alone.
"What's wrong with you, Malfoy?" Harry said exasperatedly, coming to a stop outside an unused classroom, and spinning around to face the Slytherin.
"I think the question is, what's wrong with you, Potter?" the blonde sneered back, stopping with him.
"You're mad," Harry muttered, "Shove off, Malfoy."
"You're sane to say that," Malfoy drawled, smirking at him, "Come on then, Potter."
"I'm not going to be baited, so just leave me alone, okay?" Harry could feel himself nearing the end of his rope, and he was pretty sure if Malfoy didn't go away, he would be on the wrong end of Harry's pent-up anger and frustration.
"I wasn't baiting you, and I'm not going," the git replied, crossing his arms over his chest, and glowering at him.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," Harry spat, losing his cool and launching himself at the Slytherin, tackling him onto the floor of the unused classroom, and landing blows on every inch of the blonde he could reach.
Much to his surprise, Malfoy did not fight back. He just lay there, still and unmoving, until Harry stopped punching.
The next words out of Malfoy's mouth shocked Harry so much he almost hit the blonde again. Almost.
"Fuck me, Potter."