"You little mother fucker!" yelled Harry. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" The smirk had vanished from Draco's face to be replaced by a cold, hard mask. Harry was more angry then Draco had ever seen him. Slowly, he began to advance on Draco, face contorted with rage. "So, punk?!" he snarled. Draco, who had taken one step back for every of Harry's forward, now bumped into the wall. "Not so cocky now that your henchmen aren't here, are you?" Slowly, Harry pulled out his wand from the deep folds of his robes and pointed it at Draco. "You wouldn't," Draco whispered. "Oh, you know I would." Harry replied, just as quietly. And, with that, Harry took one more step forward so that his body was almost against Draco's. He slammed one hand onto Draco's chest, effectively pinning him to the wall, and held his wand against the wall with his other above Draco's head. Then, leaning forward abruptly, smashed his lips into Draco's, who immediately attempted to push him away. "No!" Harry muttered against the other's lips, pushing him even harder into the wall. Draco quit struggling and Harry removed himself purposefully, watching as Draco slid to the ground in shock. He lifted one hand to his mouth, then pulled it back to look at it, as if he would be able to see what Harry had just left on him. He looked up at Harry, gray orbs too large. "That's what you get, you piece of shit." Harry said icily. And, with that, turned with a swish of his robes and walked swiftly down the hall and out of sight, leaving Draco curled against the wall, wondering what had just happened.
I might continue this, to explain why Harry was so mad. This was posted on another site, and everyone wanted to know. Let me know your opinion!