Drabble #1: Chocolate Things That Hop

Pairing: Gen, prissy!Draco (H/D if you squint really hard)

Note: unbetaed, and written for my love of prissy!Draco and bitchy!Draco.

Word count: 634

Draco Malfoy prides in his ability to find out anything and everything Harry Potter dislikes, because it lets him to rub it in Potter's face during their verbal, and occasionally non-verbal, sparring. For example he knows that Potter hates wedgies, which he always gets when he rides his broom during the Gryffindor practices, and must try to inconspicuously fix it once he touches ground. And then he would notice that there is, in fact, an audience among the spectator stands, and he would turn red and retreat quickly into the Gryffindor changing room.

During those times, Draco would smirk imperiously down at Potter, nevermind the fact that Potter probably didn't even realize Draco was there. That was hardly the point; the point is, Draco knows Potter's habits like the back of his hand, and he especially like knowing the stupid Gryffindor's dislikes because they're ammunition for later duels. Like the time when Potter had Draco against the wall at wand point, and Draco revealed to all who were watching just what Potter does the moment he lands. Draco had smirked triumphantly, smoothing his hair down as a red-faced Potter stared at him for a moment before escaping down the hall. Draco was far too pleased to notice the raised eyebrows of a few of his fellow Slytherins, namely Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.

Draco also makes it a point to dislike anything and everything Harry Potter likes (with exception to the wedgies because, honestly, no one like wedgies, and Draco was too dignified to want to pick at his underwear at inopportune times anyway, even if it is his arch-rival's dislike). What kind of nemesis admits to like eating what his enemy likes? When he found out that Potter once mentioned that blood-flavored lollipops were particularly disgusting, Draco decided that turning vampire is not such a bad idea, and had ordered three boxes of said candy. In the subsequent months, all of Hogswarts had seen the Malfoy junior, at one point or another, sucking noisily at the dark red not-quite-sweet lollipop.

Draco gave himself a pat for a job well done when he caught Potter staring at him in a kind of revolted fascination.

Therefore, Draco Malfoy prides in his ability to do everything he can to annoy the hell out of one Harry Potter, because really, that is his job as the nemesis of the one and only Boy Who Lived. So when he realized one sunny afternoon, while doing his favorite pass time of watching the other boy while said boy was happily licking some stray chocolate from his fingers (Draco is watching purely for the purpose of finding out more tidbits to annoy his arch-rival, of course), the blonde realized with a jolt of shock (and some other feeling he dismissed, because the word "tingly" is not a part of the Malfoy vocabulary, thank you very much) that Harry Potter has an addiction to Chocolate Frogs.

And unfortunately, so does Draco.

Horrors! How could Draco be so careless as to neglect such a big detail?

Draco stared down at the Chocolate Frog still in its box sitting in his lap, and frowned thunderously down at the amphibian. There's no way he can eat it now. Not when his greatest rival of all ages happens to like the bloody thing.

So Draco did the most logical thing when faced with such a daunting situation. He pulled out his wand, scrutinized the brown blob in the box, flicked his hand, and transfigured the content of said box into something far more acceptable.

The blonde smirked with self-satisfaction before pulling out the Chocolate Bunny, still very ready to hop away to escape the sad fate of being in the blonde's stomach despite it not being an amphibian anymore.

Draco has never tasted anything better.