"Don't touch me. I'm not part of the Weasley pack. Do I look like I have fleas?"
Harry bit his lip to keep from responding to Draco's jab. He appealed to the ceiling for advice then resolutely reached out again.
"I said don't touch me! I'm not a part of your filthy family! Malfoys stand strong alone; unattached, and aloof from such frivolous trivialities." Here he hiccoughed slightly to restrain his tears.
Harry pulled the blond close despite his fervent protests, sitting Draco on his lap. As the brunet adjusted his grip, Draco laid his head softly on Harry's arm.