Remember that one time I bit you on the arm?
I was just afraid of solitude, of being alone.
Crenshaw Punch/I'll throw rocks at you, Deftones

Draco surged forward and punched, hard. Harry grunted, rolled, and Draco ended up flat on his back.

"Malfoy," Harry gasped. "No one's here. Why are we fighting?"

Draco kicked out, trying to regain leverage. "Because," he said. "You're a wanker."

Harry pinned Draco's arm above his head. They fought for the other wrist for a full minute, struggling in the silence.

Harry finally caught hold and held him. "You're so fucking hot," he panted. "I want you."

Draco surged up, throwing Harry off balance, and took the opportunity to bite Harry's wrist.

"That's cheating, Potter," he gasped. "Fuck. Okay. Yeah."