A/N ~ A huge thank you to bvcsalvatore! For getting my but into action!
WARNING: this chapter is short and was written on my phone!
"This is entirely your fault!"
"My fault? Excuse me? How in Merlins name is this my bloody fault?"
"It's your mother whose locked us in here!"
"But it wasn't me! Trust me you useless wreck I am finding this just as, if not more unbearable than you are!" Draco snarled in the others face. Their noses were only inches apart and Draco's heaving chest brushed Harry's on every exhale.
Harry wasn't actually finding it at all unbearable, and rather pleasant. He could see that actually up close after his glamour faded, Draco had a light spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and tiny speckles of blue spread or from his iris; blending in yet standing out in contrast to the slate grey. But Harry had been in the middle of writing an important letter to Molly Weasley. She hadn't been coping well since George's disappearance but the announcing of a wedding had out her back on reasonably good form and she back to writing to Harry again.
Narcissa had asked him to fetch the broom for her as she had shattered a glass by mistake and as he was at the kitchen table right next to the cupboard he had obviously gone to get it, leaving his wand on the table. She had pushed him in and then a few minutes later after he had given up trying to get the door open by brute force Draco came hurtling in.
When Narcissa sweet voice had drifted through the door they both scowled bloody murder. "You boys are not getting out of that cupboard until you give each other a hug," She had announced and then audibly walked out of the room. Draco had cursed his mother in several different languages in several different ways Before giving up and turning his anger to Harry.
Now he was sulking, his cheeks showing his clenched teeth. He was also tapping his foot incessantly, driving Harry mad.
It had been about four minutes until Harry finally snapped "Stop it!"
"I'm not doing anything Potter!" Draco replied innocently
"Yes, you are," Harry replied through gritted teeth. Still Draco continued and Harry was ready to snap his leg in half.
"Please just hug me," Harry burst out, leaving Draco sputtering. "Look I'm tired, hungry and was in the middle of doing something when your crazy mother locked me in here. I need to get out. So please, just hug me?" Harry pleaded.
"No. I'd rather stay in here for days than hug you Potter, don't be so preposterous," He replied, looking down his nose as best as he could in the small space they both occupied.
Harry rolled his eyes and looked away.
"Why do you keep going out to see this Sasha bloke?"
"What's the matter Potter, jealous?" Draco sneered.
"No!" Harry replied defensively, "It's just not many people tolerate your company anymore so I was intrigued at somebody who is happy to do so," As soon as Harry said he realised how harsh he was being and cringed. "Look, I didn't mean-"
"What ever Potter. I was getting bored of staying in a house where there was nothing intellectually stimulating anywhere. Sasha is ... Something to do." Draco smirked.
Harry bristled inwardly.
"I don't understand you at all Malfoy. You're an even bigger enigma than Voldemort. At least with that bastard you knew your place,"
"Actually Potter, I saw many who didn't and as a result were brutally murdered," Draco snapped.
Harry looked down grumbling. "Jheeze,"
"Look can't we just please be friends? It would make everything so much simpler and I'm sure this house would be a lot happier!" Harry exclaimed.
"No Potter, because I don't like you! I never have and I never will! It's not nice is it? This feeling of rejection. You're normally used to getting your way and when you extend a branch and get rejected harshly its not nice is it?!" Draco exclaimed.
Harry raised his eye brows and Draco's cheeked flooded with colour.
All of a sudden he lurched forward, head butting Draco in the process but he managed to get his arms around him for a good five seconds before the other recovered and batted him away. Unfortunately, the door was unlocked and so they both fell out, Harry lying flat on his back and Draco straddling his waist.
They both lay there for a few seconds in complete shock. They still had not moved when a voice from the table sounded.
"Aaaaafter noooooon," George Weasley grinned.
