"Would you just hold still, Potter?!"

"'Excellence is not being the best; it is doing your best'."

"Shut up."

Draco Malfoy was busy working on his project for Muggle Arts Appreciation Class. To many, this fact would be quite odd, perhaps even shocking. Draco himself only recently got over the fact that he let his idiot boyfriend persuade him into joining with him.

He sighed now, frowning at his painting. Something just wasn't right about it. It was probably Harry's fault for moving so much. Yes, that had to be it.

Draco discarded the canvas and selected a new one; the pile of used canvases was increasing rapidly and he was beginning to run out of patience. He peered over the easel at Harry, examining his dark mop of hair and his piercing green eyes shielded by glasses. Dipping his brush into the paint, he began to make careful strokes across the canvas when his hand slipped and sent green paint flying everywhere.

"Shoot!" Draco stomped his foot in frustration, casting a quick Scourgify with his wand to clean up the paint.

"'A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.'" said Harry, gazing at the wall in boredom.

"I swear, Harry Potter, I will hex you!"

Harry tutted from his stool. "'Betray a friend, and you'll often find you have ruined yourself.'"

Draco could tell that his eye was twitching. He picked up a new canvas, stopping to glare at Harry, and placed it on the easel. "Look here, Potter." He snapped impatiently, tapping the end of his brush to the top of his easel. He decided that he would start with the nose this time.

1 stroke, 2 strokes, 3 strokes… Draco leaned back to examine it. Not bad! He thought proudly, and continued to add a bit of shading to it when he heard a faint whistling coming from behind the easel. "Ahem. Potter." he raised his eyebrow at Harry, who looked at him innocently. Draco narrowed his eyes and brought his attention back to the canvas, adding the outline of the face and hair with reference to Harry sitting on his stool.

oOo

Besides constantly having to deal with Harry, things were coming along pretty smoothly. He already had most of the face finished; nose, lips, hair, and eyebrows. Everything but his eyes, in which Draco was dreading terribly. He bit his lip as he observed the way that the different shades of green blended in the iris, and the glossy reflection of light.

"Stop blinking!" Draco complained. He walked over to Harry and got on his knee, leveling himself and looking into his eyes.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Where's the ring? Aren't you going to propose?"

"Wha-?" Draco looked down and blushed. "Oh." He stood up quickly, brushing off his robes. "Stupid, Potter."

He walked back over to the easel, hiding his face behind the canvas and began to paint the eyes. First a light green, then dark green for shading, black for the pupil, and finally white for- Draco heard the whistling again. He bit his tongue, determined to ignore it this time.

Just breathe, Draco. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…

Whistle

"Urgh!" Draco grabbed his wand. "Immobulus!"

oOo

One last flick of the brush and…there! It was finished. Draco sighed and fell back into a chair, gazing proudly at the finished painting. It was perfect. Everything, from the mouth to the hair, was spot on.

Draco heard a muffled grunt from behind the easel. Oops. He remembered.

Draco got up from the chair and walked over to the stool in which a paralyzed Harry was perched upon, and chanted the counter-curse, his wand pointed at Harry.

Harry fell off the stool, scowling as Draco helped him up.

"Hey, you can't say I didn't try." Draco chuckled. "Besides, it's finished now." He grabbed Harry's elbow and lead him over to the canvas.

"That's pretty good."

"Haha. No. It's perfect." Draco corrected.

"Fine, it's perfect."

Draco smiled and attacked his boyfriend in a hug. "Thank you, Harry. You were an okay model."

"Never again." Harry laughed, hugging Draco back and planting a kiss in his blonde hair. "'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.'"

Draco laughed. "You spent way too much time with Dumbledore."

The quotes you read in this fanfic (in order) were by unknown, Albert Einstein, Aesop (Aesop's Fables), and finally Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Thank you for reading! Please review! :D