The corridors of the dungeon always gave a surreal hue to the air. It made him feel adventurous whenever he tread down it. This particular expedition was to the kitchens, with the valiant mission of stealing a snack or two (or four). In his defence, he has not done such a thing in a mighty long time. The last time he went out passed curfew had to have been at least a week ago.
Needless to say, when he heard irritated grunts and clinging of pots, and the occasional splashing of water onto the stone flooring, he knew someone had a late detention. In the back of his mind, he knew he should just turn around and dodge the prefects back to his tower, yet he continued forward. After all, it could be a student he has never met before.
He peeked inside and beheld a blond, very tall and agitated, aggressively washing mountains of dishes and releasing his anger through mumbled growls. Although seeing him in a mood was never out of the ordinary, seeing him this angry was actually quite rare. He was battling whether or not he should leave, and took one step back when the blond turned around and saw him.
"Ugh," he grunted, which sounded more like a growl than his mumbling did, "What do you want?"
"I didn't come looking for you, if that's what you mean," replied the hero in question. He immediately fixed his glasses, as he often does when in this particular blond's presence.
"Just go away," he barked, turning back to his dish washing.
"What could you have possibly done to land yourself a detention for this long?" he couldn't hold in a chuckle.
"Always curious to hear about my life, eh?" remarked the blond, with a sudden change of tone that made the first boy's eye twitch.
"I'm only curious," he started, defensively, "because you tend to mess up hilariously,"
"You know," the blond threw the cloth into the water, which created a large splash of foam, as he turned towards the brunet, "you stay any longer and I'll be scrubbing the kitchen with your face!"
The brunet took a step back. "And land yourself another detention for tomorrow night? Come on, Draco, you know you wouldn't risk it. Especially when you're unarmed," That's right, he thought, I'm the one with the wand.
"I have had it up to here with you!"
"I've reached that point a long time ago,"
"You stay any longer," Draco started again, "and you will regret it!"
"I've heard that threat before," smirking, he fixed his glasses once again. A very short pause, then Draco started for him, and turning on his heels, Harry bolted out of the kitchen. Watching him disappear instantly without using a bit of magic, he couldn't help but laugh at the Gryffindor.