Don't ask where this came from. I really don't know... but I like it because it's a very cute fanfic. I could imagine Draco, though, sitting in a class with Harry and Ginny and Ginny ranting about something and Draco just whispering to Harry "What's with her?" And Harry blushing and going "She's PMSing..." THEN Draco smirking and whispering "That explains now, but what about all the time?" Anyways, I wanted to make something cute and kind of funny.
I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. ^^ I like her writing better anyways.
A black haired male and a blond male look at each other as a red haired female rants about how the black haired one's tie isn't on right.
"So... You ended up with her?"
"She's PMSing right now."
A small silence follows this. That blond's smirk doesn't go unnoticed, but no comment comes from the black haired male.
"What about the rest of the time?" The blond can't go without saying it. Poking fun at Harry's love interest was something he did. An awkward silence follows the blond's comment, though.
"I have no clue." The Potter says and laughs a little. The blond shakes his head, chuckling.
"When did we start talking like this?" Draco says, looking up at the ceiling. Harry laughs at him.
"When you confessed." Harry smiles as the Malfoy blushes.
"Oh yeah. Speaking of which, you wanna leave Ginny here to rant to herself?" Draco raises an eyebrow at Harry. Harry stares at Ginny for a long moment, looks around to see if anyone is looking, and then nods.
They quickly dash out of the cold castle into the colder outside. Harry smiles, and lays down to make a snow angel. The Malfoy bends down, and packs the fresh snow into a ball-like form. He drops it on Harry's face with a grin.
"Hey!" Harry yells, stands, and chases after Draco. Shrieking, the blond flees as though it's for his life... and for all he knows it is. Harry tackles him, and they both hit the ground, panting.
"My... that was fun!" The young Malfoy laughs as he sits up. Harry nods, thinking about how Ginny would've yelled at him for tackling her. Slowly, they stand, shivering. Wishing they had their jackets, they stagger back toward the castle.
"Hold on, Potter. You owe me for tackling me." Draco's smirk makes the black haired male want to run away. Slowly, the blond walks towards him.
"And what would you like for payment?" Draco's lips meet Harry's just as he finishes speaking. Heat fills both of them, and they completely forget that they forgot their jackets.
"Hey, Draco?"
"What?"
"I'm kinda scared to go back to Ginny's ranting."
And with that they begin a snowball war.