Title: Malfo-Puff

Challenge/Prompt: Written for the One AU World Boot Camp, the Favorite Character Boot Camp, the OTP Boot Camp, and the Slash/Femmslash Boot Camp/Prompts #45, translation; #5, love; #2, Agitated; and #15, Homework.

Rating: K+/PG

Word Count: 444

Characters/Pairings: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Pre-Harry/Draco slash.

Summary: Draco's frustration is nearly palpable.

"Dammit," Draco scrunched up his nose in disgust, before waving his wand and casting a Charm to get rid of the words he had just written. Dipping the tip of his quill back into the bottle of ink, the blond bent over his parchment and stared at the words needing translating.

Several mistakes later, and the Hufflepuff was nearly pulling out his hair from sheer frustration; but, of course, Malfoys didn't pull out their hair, so he was sitting on his hands to keep from doing so. The scrape of a chair to his left, and he nearly sighed from relief: a distraction!

At the sight of the person sitting next to him, Draco nearly groaned. Potter, just what he needed.

"What is it?" Draco pouted, slumping down in his chair. Who bloody cared about the Malfoy Rules, when he couldn't seem to get this translation work done? Whose idea was it to take Ancient Runes, anyway; Mother's, of course.

Draco was startled out of his moping meanderings when Potter cleared his throat.

"What?"

"I was answering your question, when you zoned out," the brunet chuckled, eyebrows raised. Draco wanted to slap the stupid off his face. "Now, as I was saying," Potter gave a pointed look in Draco's direction, but Draco sodding well didn't particularly care about his manners, as agitated as he was, at the moment. "I was getting ready to tackle my Potions homework, when I noticed you sitting here morosely, by yourself. I figured you were probably feeling lonely."

"No, I wasn't," Draco countered childishly, arms crossed.

When Potter gave another look, Draco said, "Fine, I'm just having a lot of trouble with this assignment they gave us in Ancient Runes."

"Oh," Potter scratched the back of his head, before scooting his chair over and leaning over Draco's parchment. The blond Hufflepuff's heart gave a little thump, and he almost missed what Potter said next.

"Hermione was having the same trouble with this," Potter sat back up, Draco's quill in hand. "She finally found the answer at the back of her textbook. The meaning is vague, at best, and hard to translate into Modern British English, but it proved fruitful."

Potter's hair was a little mussed from leaning over and running his fingers through it, and Draco's hand twitched. Doing his best to hold in the flush that threatened to brighten his pale cheeks, and succeeding at it, he looked over the words Potter had scratched into parchment.

'Love is found in the oddest of places,' it read.

Gazing over at the Slytherin, Draco felt his lips twitch slightly upwards. 'Yeah,' he thought to himself, putting away his things. 'Maybe it is.'