A/N: *looks guiltily at my other wips* I can explain
"Shut up."
Harry grinned, "I wasn't saying anything, though."
"Shut your stupid, smug face you twat."
Harry nudged his quiz closer to Draco. His grin grew wider.
"Fuck off. I hate you."
Harry nudged his quiz until it overlapped with Draco's, his "95%" and "excellent" written in red covering up Draco's own 86%.
"I'm disowning you, divorcing you, and writing you out of my will," Draco said. "My mother's calling your mother to uninvite you from my sweet sixteen beach party which only the cool kids get to go to." He picked up his quiz and stood up to move to a new table. "I'm going to leave everything to Kreacher, my real best friend."
Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco and sprawled back in his chair. "It's ok. Your mum will make you change it back, anyway. She loves me best."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Heaven knows why, especially when I'm clearly the superior one out of the two of us. I don't know what she sees in you."
"It's the hair," Harry nodded empathetically. "When you're surrounded by a household of blonds…" He trailed off and raised an eyebrow at Draco.
Draco leant over and very deliberately tousled Harry's hair for good measure before turning to walk away.
"Aw no, don't go!" Harry laughed. He wrapped both arms around Draco's waist and clung on.
Draco sighed. "How did you even get a higher mark than I did?" He pried Harry's arms off of his waist and sat back down next to him. "We studied together."
Harry pouted and leant his head on Draco's shoulder. "You sound like someone just told you Santa isn't real. I just had a different quiz version to you."
"I still don't forgive you."
"Aww. It's just one quiz, though. It's barely worth anything in the whole scheme of things."
"I'm the one who's supposed to go to law school, though. I'm supposed to get better marks than you." Draco said petulantly.
"How 'bout I buy you a coffee later today? Would that make it up to you?"
Draco pretended to think the offer over. "Coffee and then we head to your place. It's been a while since I saw Kreacher, right? Maybe we could stop at the store and get him some cat treats?"
Harry wrinkled his nose. "He's spoilt enough already. First, you get him that fancy collar, then treats? He'll think it's Christmas. He's going to try follow you home and get cat hair all over your expensive cashmere sweaters and you're going to yell at me."
"Good," Draco said, a smile making its way onto his face. "Finally, someone who sees me for my true value."
Harry's phone beeped. He lifted his head from Draco's shoulder to get it out from his pocket. Draco's shoulder felt cold without Harry's head leant there.
"Ginny?" Draco asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied. He looked down at his screen and blanched.
"You ok?"
"Maybe?" Harry made a face. "She wants to know if I'm almost at her dorm. Y'know, to pick her up for our date? Which was totally supposed to be today?"
Draco grimaced. "You forgot? Ouch, buddy. That's cold."
Harry ran his fingers through his hair sheepishly. "I was really excited about getting a 95%?"
Draco sighed. "Just say you ran into a prof and you needed to ask them a question on the way to her dorms and you got sidetracked. Look suitably chastised."
Harry looked down at his phone screen and frowned. "You think she'll buy it?"
Draco lightly tapped him on the head. "And you'll be even later if you keep thinking this over. Geesh. Just head over right now as fast as you can and pray."
Harry shoved his phone back in his pocket and started gathering up his things. "I guess… rain check on that coffee?" His voice was apologetic.
"Of course, Potter. You won't get out of it that easily. Now go on," Draco grumbled. He made shooing motions with his hands.
"You're upset with me."
"I'm not." Draco huffed, turning away to pack up his notes as well. There was no point staying at the library without Harry there, not when he had a perfectly good desk at home.
"Hey now," Harry's hand on his shoulder made Draco look over. Harry cupped Draco's face in his two warm hands and looked intently into Draco's eyes. Draco flushed and tried to bat Harry's hands away but Harry was determined. "If it really makes you upset, I can tell Ginny I can't make it."
"She's your girlfriend, you dick," Draco could feel that his face was still red and his mind was repeating a mantra of fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck as Harry continued to stare him down. His eyes were intimidatingly green. "You can't do that."
"Yeah, but you're my best friend. I've known you for like… 4 times as long as I've known her. And we haven't spent time together in a while."
"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me," Draco said, "but I'm not a weak little child who will fall and cry without adult supervision. Go tend to your girlfriend. And get your grubby fingers off my face before you block up all my pores and I sue you for permanent disfigurement."
Harry chuckled and his smile showed off a flash of straight white teeth. Draco found himself noting that the braces in grade 10 had done their job very well. Harry finally removed his hands from Draco's face. "And, with your daddy being Mr-I'm-CEO -Of-A-Major-Law-Firm, you'd probably win, huh?"
Draco's made a face like he had just swallowed a bitter shot of pure espresso. "Never refer to my father as 'daddy' ever again oh my god."
"So, we're cool?" Harry laughed, lugging his backpack onto one shoulder.
"Yes, Potter," Draco sighed. "Now go get your girlfriend and grovel for forgiveness."
A/N: Uni life for me irl is really busy, so updates will likely not be too frequent. I will let you all know if I ever end up abandoning this, though.
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