A/N: Written for the sortinghatdrabs contest/community on Livejournal. Along with a 400 word limit, I had to use the line 'I never much liked gray.' I lost the contest, didn't even place (and there was only nine people in the contest!), which hurt a bit since I am proud of this little drabble. ): Give it a second chance, why don't you?

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Words: 399

Warnings: Slashy.

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Behind the Greenhouse

Class was over for the day. Running at full speed, Harry ignored his friends as they called out to him. He ditched and weaved through the crowd of students and teachers in his way. Draco was waiting for him behind the greenhouse, where he had his last class of the day. Being late was completely out of the question with the Slytherin. By now, Harry had a best time of 4.35 minutes. He was hoping for an even four today.

Breathing hard, he rounded the back of greenhouse, skidding to a halt in front a smirking blond.

"Four minutes. Nice job, Potter." Draco nodded his approval.

Pausing and bending over to catch his breath, Harry was surprised by the blond pushing him against the wall. His heart was already beating fast as soft lips pressed against his. Satisfied, Draco leaned on the wall beside him, staring up at the sky. This was their almost daily routine for the last two month. It was usually followed by something entirely random from either boy.

"I never much liked gray." Draco said, turning his gaze to the Gryffindor.

"How could you not, when it's one of your House colors?" Harry asked, quickly falling into the routine of the odd conversation.

"Because, I find it distracts me from the green." The blond carefully removed Harry's glasses, placing them on a nearby ledge. "Like your glasses do."

A blush, as the blond pushed Harry's untameable hair out of the way to better look into his eyes. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead on the Gryffindor's, drinking in the green orbs that watched him curiously. Draco's hands pressed against the wall on either side of the-boy-who-lived. Finding himself pinned against the wall, Harry shifted, eager for another shot at soft lips. Draco evaded him by leaning back, his typical smirk, gracing his face.

"Are you really that easy, Potter?"

"Are you really that daft, Malfoy?"

Brief confusion was replaced by surprise as Draco found himself falling back, Harry's weight forcing him flat onto his back. The wind is gone from him for a moment, Harry now the one smirking above him. Had it not been soft dirt and grass he had fallen on, the Slytherin would've been extremely irritated.

"So what were you saying about my eyes?" Harry asked, teasingly, leaning down to kiss Draco's jaw and lips.

"I never much liked gray..." A breathy response.

-End-