Okay, this is going to be my first attempt at fanfiction in a good, long while, so if it's absolutely horrible, don't hesitate to tell me. I could use the feedback to get back on par. WARNING: Slash, male/male YOU WERE WARNED! Not very much slash, but it at least hints at it. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER RELATED MATERIALS, ALL BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.
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"No." It was firm, focused, and precise, exactly how Draco intended the statement to be. Harry pouted.
"You're being unreasonable, seriously and hopelessly unreasonable." The blonde shrugged, chewing on the end of his quill, studying his half finished Potions essay.
"And I'll continue to be unreasonable for as long as I'd like, Potter." This earned a more pronounced pout.
"But Draco, honestly, what do you have to gain from this?" He dangled the stolen Potions book just barely out of the Slytherin's reach, shaking his head. "There's no way in hell you know enough about Essence of Mrytlap to finish that essay without the book." Blonde eyebrows quickly knitted together.
"And I won't meet your demands to receive said book back, so I suppose I'll be required to finish my essay without it." Harry sighed, setting the book back on the table with a heavy thud.
"All you'd have to do is beg, honestly, it's not that hard!"
"Malfoys do not beg, under any circumstance, in any situation, ever." The Gryffindor's pout warped into a look of pure determination.
"If you won't beg on your own, I suppose I'll have to make you!" Draco barely had enough time to throw his Potions essay across the table to safety before Harry tackled him, slamming him into the floor, hard.
"Bloody hell, Potter, get off!"
"No, not until you beg me!" Draco glared.
"Then I suppose you'll be sitting there until hell freezes over!" Again, the look of sheer Gryffindor determination light Harry's features.
"Oh no, I have my ways of making you beg…" He slid and hand up Draco's side, slithering it under his shirt before starting to tickle him mercilessly. Draco yelped.
"Po…Potter! N..No! St..st..stop!" Harry chuckled.
"You know how to make it stop, Draco." The blonde's usually pale face was now stained a dark red from struggle and subdued laughter.
"Fi…Fine! Plea…Please Harry! Giv…Give me my boo…boo..book!" Harry sat up, a pleased smile lighting his green eyes, and handed Draco the book.
"More that welcome to, Draco." The blonde boy sat back up, leaning over to pull roughly on the dark locks of his companion.
"That'll cost you later, Potter, when your least suspecting it." Harry smiled, leaning closer still to Draco and gently kissing his lips.
"Looking forward to it, Malfoy."
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Yes I know, probably the worst thing you've read all day, but hey, it's a start!