"Hey, Potter, hurry
up! I want to go to
Hogsmeade sometime this century!"
Draco Malfoy had a strict schedule and he was
damned if he was going to be late due to some
bespectacled twit's inability to be on time.
Harry stumbled out the door, struggling to do up his
coat buttons and ensconce his fingers in woolen mittens
at the same time.
His glasses had slid down his face and he looked adorable flustered.
Draco's heart skipped a beat
and the tantrum he had felt coming on abated.
"Hurry up you lazy sod," he whispered into his boyfriend's ear.