"Potter."
"What," Harry demanded, annoyed.
"Potter, I'm bored," Malfoy groaned, lying across the Potions station he was supposed to be cleaning. "If you hadn't landed us in detention, I wouldn't be here."
"Your potion blew up!" Harry flared, scrubbing his station angrily. "Snape just had to include me in your detention because he loathes me!"
"I wonder why," Malfoy snorted, draping his feet on the rim of the cauldron Harry just cleaned.
"Get your damn feet off that, I just cleaned it," Harry growled, pushing Malfoy's shoes off the cauldron.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "So uptight, Potter. Some might even say boring."
Harry's fists clenched. "I'm not boring," he retorted, tossing the filthy rag Snape gave him to the floor.
"Perhaps you don't think you're boring," Malfoy went on, smirking at Harry. "But others certainly do. Myself included."
"Mm, thinking of me, are you?" Harry snapped, Scourgifying the rag he threw on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, and caught Malfoy's flush when he straightened. "What?" he demanded.
"Nothing." Malfoy rolled his eyes, regaining his composure. "Just that you're awfully arrogant, thinking that I waste my time thinking about you."
Harry scowled. "Every girl in this school thinks about me, Malfoy," he spat. "I could have any girl I wanted."
"And yet you're single," Malfoy simpered, cracking a grin. "Dumped by a Ravenclaw, no less, and pining after a fifth-year blood traitor."
"I'm not pining," Harry scoffed. "And I broke up with Cho, not the other way around."
"All because her little friend ratted out your illegal club," Malfoy leered. "Poor thing, I heard her sobbing to her friends about what a horrible boyfriend you were."
Harry rolled his eyes. What was Malfoy even trying to get out of this, anyway? "Because she spent all of our one date crying over Cedric. Even cried while we kissed, now that I remember."
Malfoy flinched. "You kissed?"
"Oh yeah," Harry said, biting back laughter as he finished cleaning a cauldron. "Loads of times," he boasted, the lie masked by amusement at Malfoy's reaction.
Malfoy flushed. "Brilliant, now I can't get that hideous image out of my mind. Thanks for that, Potter," he scathed.
"Oh, I know the trick," Harry said sarcastically, "just picture yourself as Cho. Won't be so hideous then, will it?"
"Hm, what do you know, I think that just about did it," Malfoy replied, but Harry detected flirtiness amongst the sarcasm.
"Always works," Harry said, then winked, actually winked, and humiliated himself in the process. Fortunately, his embarrassment didn't show, and his cheeks remained their typical colour; thank Merlin.
"Why, Potter, I wonder if imagining the two of us snogging will help with everything?" Malfoy said, bringing a hand to his hair and raking through the soft blond hair. "Perhaps bringing that image into reality will work miracles."
"Oh, definitely," Harry teased, moving on to begin cleaning the cauldron at the station Malfoy was lounging on. "But, Malfoy, that sounds an awful lot like you're trying to make an excuse to kiss me."
"Don't flatter yourself," Malfoy snorted, but his cheeks pinkened. "You brought up snogging, Potter."
"Because I wanted to see you blush. It was very accomplishing, if you must know." Harry's insides were starting to hurt from not being able to let out all this laughter.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows and sat up, leaning backwards on his elbows. "Accomplishing, was it?" Malfoy preened. "Hm, imagine how accomplished you'll feel with your hand down my pants."
Harry jumped, but he tried to shrug it off and play along with whatever Malfoy was doing…. "Imagine how accomplished I'll feel after this." Harry slunk forward and stood over Malfoy, for once being taller than him. Malfoy smirked and one of his eyebrows lifted, looking up at Harry from his spot on the station. Harry, in one quick motion, seized Malfoy's cheeks and bent over, forcing their lips together. It took a long time for Harry to realize that he wasn't playing along anymore, that he wasn't humouring Malfoy anymore. He was enjoying it. He was enjoying Malfoy's tongue sliding into his mouth, he was enjoying Malfoy's teeth softly nibbling on his own lip every once in a while. He was enjoying how Malfoy's hand drifted up to Harry's hair, while the other looped around Harry's neck. He was enjoying Malfoy.
Harry pulled away, eyes slowly opening. He loosened his hands on Malfoy's face, drawing back carefully. "Still bored?" he whispered.
Malfoy cracked a grin. "I don't know, Potter. That was a bit mild…. Maybe we should do something a little more enthralling."
Harry gaped, mock-offended. "Mild? Oh, I'll show you a good time," Harry said, smirking as he leaned forward once again and pressed his lips to Malfoy's.
In the end, Snape chastised them for not cleaning anything and their detention time was doubled.