"I'm Not Gonna Stop Poking You Until You Give Me Attention."
Harry and Draco are sitting in the Slytherin common room,lounging on one of the couches by the lit fireplace. Draco is bent over, madly scratching his quill across the piece of parchment in his lap, working diligently on his essay for history of magic.
Harry, on the other hand, is doing everything he can to ignore his homework. And honestly, he thinks he's doing a pretty good job at it. However, Harry quickly realizes that there is something missing in this picture, something of vital importance. Harry inconspicuously glances over at Draco, assessing him with a critical eye. Yeah, that's definitely it. Draco, the prat, is not paying attention to him. To Harry, this is a treasonous offense. He refused to stand for it any longer. So, Harry decides to go with the obvious solution. He reaches out and pokes Draco in the side.
Draco merely grunts and slaps at Harry's hand in a silent demand for him to stop. 'Plan failed: Goal has not been achieved. Next course of action: Try again.' Yes, Harry knows that doing something over and over again and expecting a different result is the technical definition of insanity. Does he give a shit? No, no he really doesn't. Besides, at this point, he's fully embraced the title. Take the label and make it your own. That's his philosophy.
Anyway, Harry reaches out for a second time and pokes Draco in the side again, this time he jabs his finger a bit harder into Draco's flesh than before. This time, Draco growls at the noirette sitting beside him. Well, when you fail, just try, try again. At least he thinks that's how the saying goes.
He advances once again, this time giving two jabs instead of one. Draco growls and side-eyes Harry, which Harry counts as a step in the right direction.
He pokes the blond once, twice, three more times, but the most he gets out of Draco is a heated side glare. Harry sighs, a dramatic pout on his face. 'Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.'
"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me attention." Just to make sure that he gets his point across, Harry pokes Draco again, this time in the face to add dramatic effect.
"Merlin, what the fuck do you want, Potter!" Draco finally snaps, throwing his quill down and turning to Harry with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Attention, Draco. I want attention. I thought that was obvious." Harry begins speaking in a high pitched whine, but his tone quickly dissolves into discontented muttering.
"Why?" Draco deadpans and Harry sinks further into the couch.
"Because I'm feeling particularly ignored right now. You know how much I hate that. Therefore, you shall give me attention, Draco Malfoy." Harry juts out his chin and turns his head to the side moodily.
Draco huffs in exasperation, placing his quill and parchment on the table in front of him before opening his arms to Harry. "Well, come on then." Draco opens and closes his hands in an urging gesture, eliciting a delighted smile from Harry.
"Victory!" Harry shouts as he pushes himself into Draco's arms, cuddling up to his boyfriend's side as Draco immediately encloses Harry in his arms.
"Hush, you'll wake everyone up. You do realize that normal people are sleeping right now, don't you?" Draco chuckles as Harry burrows into his chest.
"Normal is boring." Harry replies simply.
"Right, how could I forget." Draco drawls, rolling his eyes fondly. A comfortable silence falls over the two boys as they sit and enjoy each other's touch. Eventually, Draco breaks the silence, sighing and squeezing Harry briefly. "So, are you satisfied?" Harry looks up, his green eyes meeting Draco's grey ones.
"Yeah, as long as I'm with you, I'm always satisfied."