Harry's POV
Harry tuned out the sound of Hermione and Ron bickering on about one thing or another next to him. He was getting tired of them always finding something to argue about - that seemed to be the only thing they did these days. At some point one of them would try to drag him into it all for support against the other. As he would be so stupid as to get in the middle of a couple's argument! So he tuned them out and focused on the plate before him, which was filled with bacon and mashed potatoes. Somehow, a couple of vegetables had made it on there too - Hermione's lectures about a healthy diet must be getting to his subconsciousness.
Almost everyone must have been to lunch now, all the tables were full and the noise level reaching disgustingly high levels. He could hardly hear himself think, for Merlin's sake! Angrily, he shook his head to himself in irritation and furrowed his brow. Determined to focus only on his food and not the chaos surrounding him, he looked down and picked up his fork. He didn't have time to eat for long though, before someone grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He looked up to see who it might be, at the same time opening his mouth in question. Before he could get any words out though, a pair of lips came crushing down on his, making all thoughts disappear from his head.
A tongue took the opportunity of his already parted lips and licked the inside of his mouth. The kiss in itself was forceful and passionate, but the lips were soft and strong. The owner of said lips pressed Harry back against the table and somewhere deep inside Harry's mind the maleness of the other registered. A lean, hard body. Blond, almost white hair. Slightly ragged breathing. Harry found that he was answering the kiss when a moan escaped him unwillingly. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Harry found himself gaping in astonishment at the retreating back of Draco Malfoy. Harry could hear Malfoy muttering to himself, as he angrily stalked towards the Slytherin table. Something about "stupid, bloody Potter" reached his ears.
Then he realized that the whole mass of people in the Great Hall was actually quiet. Mouths agape, people frozen in mid-movements. All staring at him, or at Malfoy.
Malfoy reached the Slytherin table and sat down between Parkinson and Zabini. They too just gaped at him. Malfoy shot him an emotionless glance before bending down over his food and resuming to eat just as if he had not just stomped over to his enemy of seven years and kissed him as his life depended on it.
"Mate, did Malfoy just… snog you?" Ron managed to choke up beside him, looking vaguely green. Harry didn't even bother to try to come up with a response, he was too busy just staring at Malfoy, who was sitting there at the Slytherin table, eating his lunch.
Draco's POV
Bloody Potter, ruining everything. Now he was even ruining Draco's lunch! Sitting there, looking like that. Hair always so messed up. Like he had just been shagging. Maybe he had? The thought made Draco frown to himself. That would be so like Potter. Shagging all day long and never bothering to fix his hair afterward. Probably on purpose. He wanted everyone to see that he'd been doing some twat. Wanted to brag about it. Wanted to make it known that he could shag around, having anyone - not Draco of course - but anyone else.
Harry's hair had looked like that since he was eleven though. He had probably not been shagging around back then though. So what was it? Some twisted muggle-thing? Having to walk around, looking like that. Like sex on legs? (Wait, where did THAT thought come from?!) Now Harry was frowning over something. Looking at Granger and the Weasel disapprovingly, then turning to look around the hall, still frowning. What, was he too good for Hogwarts now? Or just too good to eat amongst others? He probably sat there thinking that he should have his own private dining room. Then he could shag while eating. Eating naked. They would probably be using each other as plates. Licking sauce from each other's bodies. That pervert. The nerve of him! Sitting there putting those kind of thoughts into Draco's mind while Draco is trying to eat.
Draco glanced down at his plate, realizing the food is still untouched. Damn Potter, ruining his appetite with his perverted food-sex-games! Why was the teachers not stopping him? Of course, they would allow the Golden Boy to do just about anything. Still, ruining innocent bystander's appetite like that. He should be punished. Severely. And if there where any justice to it all, said innocent bystander should get to do the punishing. Something really cruel. Like, tie him up. Yes, that would do it. Tie up Potter. Gag him too. Naked. Then that poor, innocent bystander could lick some nice, whipped cream from Potter's nipples. That would teach him! Maybe there would be some cherries involved too. And chocolate sauce. Lots and lots of chocolate sauce. Then Potter would just have to lie there, twisting in his bonds while Draco taught him not to go around shagging while eating and then walk around shamelessly not even bothering to hide it. Yes, yes, that really should be done.
Draco looked down at his plate again, moving the food around with his fork. Absentmindedly some end up in his mouth and he chewed thoughtfully, thinking about all the ways Potter deserve to be punished. Tied up for Draco to do with whatever he sees fit. Then, only then may he walk around with such messed-up hair and swollen lips. Wait! Draco's eyes searched for Potter. He knew there was something amiss; something that did not add up! Potter's hair has that just-shagged look, but his lips were not swollen at all. They actually look like they had not gotten kissed in ages. What, the Savior's too good for kissing - walking around sticking his cock in random holes but not bothering with any foreplay at all? Draco winced at the thought. The Golden Boy has absolutely no thought whatsoever to what is proper. Like, aesthetics. It should be evident that for it to be even remotely okay to walk around with hair like that, the lips should match. There is no shame in Potter, of that Draco is absolutely sure. He looks around, turning his gaze up toward the teachers table again - is no one going to do anything? Not even point it out to the bastard? Potter can apparently get away with anything, and it is a affront to good taste if nothing else.
Well, Draco is not just going to sit there and take it anymore. If no one else is going to do something about it, he will. He put down the fork with a loud clink that made Blaise and Pansy turn and look at him for a moment. If they were about to say something though, he did not hear it as he did not have the time to stay and listen. He round the table and walked straight up to Potter. Before any annoying doubts about what he were doing surfaced, he touched Potter's shoulder and as he turned around Draco promptly pushed their lips together. Potter's lips are already apart - eager little bugger, is he? - so Draco did not waste a second but push his tongue inside Potter's mouth to do some exploring now that he has the chance. At first, Potter keeps his lips still, but slowly Draco feels them starting to move. A jolt went through him and for a moment he lost all thoughts as to why he is doing this (not doing it would have offended his sense of aesthetics!) and he looses himself in the kiss for a while. Potter made a moaning sound and Draco smiled a little - who knew Potter could make so delicious sounds? The thought took him back to the reality though, and he forced himself to stop - he is on a mission here. He looks down at his work, now Potters lips match his hair, as they should. Pleased, Draco turns and walks back to his own table.
He reflects shortly over the odd quiet in the Great Hall, but does not let it bother him. When he sits down, he glances over at Potter; now he looks like he should. Aesthetic. Draco takes his fork and absentmindedly continues his lunch. As he continues to ignore how the silence turns into astonished whispers, how heads turn to stare and glare at him, he tries to remember what he was thinking about when Potter's lack of any sense of shame interrupted him. Oh yes; Potter need to be punished. Tied up. Licked. Kissed senseless.