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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. Not mine.

Thanks to Ms. Marauder-Cullen for the prompt. Go check out my partners in crime, FaeryQueen07 and Digitallace, for more drabble-y fun.

If you haven't already, make sure to go back and read the last two drabbles – Tap dancing and Grr, Murdery. I posted them yesterday when was being a bitch about alerts, so no notices went out.

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Prompt: Shark bait

Harry flinched when Draco's fingers dug into the tender flesh of his thigh, the pinch smarting even through his denims.

"What the fuck?" he asked, rubbing at the now-throbbing skin.

"Don't 'what the fuck' me, Potter," Draco spat, sitting back in his chair with a huff. "I saw that look."

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.

"What look?"

Draco snorted, taking a sip from his goblet of water before responding. He nodded at a table a few down from theirs, where a trio of Muggle teenage boys were laughing and shoving at each other.

"I saw the way you looked at that shark bait," Draco sniffed, jabbing at his pasta with unnecessary force.

"That what?" Harry laughed, craning his neck so he could see the teenagers.

"Don't try to change the subject," Draco hissed, so caught up in his anger that he was absentmindedly gesturing with his fork. He scowled at the fettuccine, dropping the fork back against his plate with a clatter.

"I'm not," Harry said, wiping at the sauce that had splattered onto the tablecloth. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

Draco made a disgusted noise.

"You were ogling that child," he hissed, nodding toward the teenagers. "Which is not only disgusting but also illegal."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't looking at him," Harry said, exasperated. "I was trying to read the dessert specials on the board over his shoulder!"

Draco's cheeks pinked a bit, and he picked up his fork, chagrined.

"Well, good."

"Besides, the word is jail bait," Harry said, snickering. "But now that you mention it, he is rather delicious, isn't he?"

Draco choked on the bite of pasta he'd just taken, his grey eyes shooting daggers at Harry.

"Kidding," Harry said, holding his hands up. "Kidding."