Comeback war!

"Stop interfering, Malfoy! This case has nothing to do with you!"

"Are you kidding, Potter?" Draco replied sarcastically, "when you arrest someone innocent, the Department of Law Enforcement has something to say about it."

"Can you prove his innocent, Malfoy? Because my case against him is inconclusive."

"You as an investigator? Your supervisor must be getting senile. I'm sure you should 'investigate' his birth certificate. Surely it must have expired by now."

"Funny, Malfoy. Coincidently I have 'investigated' your family tree. It kind of looks like a cactus-explains why everyone on it is a prick."

Draco narrowed his eyes and figuratively removed the gloves. "Love what you did with your hair. How did you get it to come out of your nose like that?"

Harry snorted in amusement and rose an eyebrow as to say, is that the best you can do?

"Is your arse jealous of all the shit your mouth spews?"

"Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology."

"You're really living up to your hair colour, aren't you?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"You don't understand? Wow, the statement becomes truer every moment I speak to you."

Malfoy's cheeks were reddening with anger, "I would fucking slap you in the face right now, but I wouldn't want to get slut all over it."

Harry's face also flushed; so he had gone on a few failed dates. It didn't make him a slut.

"Get stuffed, Malfoy!"

"Really," Draco said in amusement. "that's the best comeback you can come up with?"

Harry's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth in frustration; he didn't want to fight with the blond, he could think of much more pleasurable things he could do to him. His innate Gryffindor wouldn't let him back down though.

"If I wanted my come back, Malfoy," Harry said softly, "I would wipe it off your moms chin."

Draco gaped at Harry in shock, and what Harry assumed as anger.

He waited for Malfoy to explode and then did his own gaping when Malfoy burst out in laughter.

"Oh, very good, Potter." Draco said, stepping closer to Harry. "I concede this round to you."

Harry was staring at him in amazement and then flushed when Malfoy really got into his space.

"How about a rematch," Draco whispered, and Harry could feel his breath on his face. "Tonight."

Draco looked at him expectedly and Harry had the foresight to agree.

Malfoy brushed his hand against Harry's and grinned, "I'll pick you up at eight then."

Before Harry could answer, Draco was striding away.

The confrontation hadn't lasted five minutes but in that time, everything had changed.

Who knew antagonism would lead to something Harry had always wanted?

But from this moment, it was duly noted...

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Authors note: I wrote this completely on my phone as I was stuck in my car waiting for friends. I might have had a couple of shots of southern comfort as I was waiting. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.