Have A Nice Summer

"Have a ni…"

"Hey!  Let me have a go on the tefelone!"  The blond shoved him roughly out of the way, the plastic coil due to the extra distance it was being tugged across.

"It's a telephone Draco."

"Whatever.  It's my turn."

"Just let me…"

"No!"  Draco made to snatch the receiver from Harry's hand but his reflexes were too well trained from seeker practise, and Draco ended up sprawled across the floor.  "Damn you, Potter."

Harry shrugged nonchalantly and returned his attention to the phone call.

Draco, retaining as much of his Malfoy grace and Slytherin pride, lifted himself from the ground and a sly, conniving smirk found its way to his features, looking as much at home on Draco's face as a book would look in Granger's hand.  His hand slowly reached and …"

"Have a nice sum…argh!!"  Harry screamed and jumped forwards, dropping the telephone in the process.

"Bloody hell Potter, you scream like a girl."

"Malfoy, you…" Contented muffles and deep breathing covered whatever Harry was about to say next.

The phone call was abandoned; the handset left swinging a foot from the floor.