Draco, Why Are You So Nasty?

Siderius Cimmerii

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

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"Draco?"

Blinks. Stares. Glares. "Potter?"

"Why are you so nasty, Draco?"

Glares. Sneers. "Potter, Draco is not my name, and why should you care?"

Blinks innocently. "Of course it's your name Draco, what are you addressed as otherwise?"

Splutters. "I mean that you can't call me Draco! It's Malfoy to you."

"Why?"

Exasperated.. "Because we're enemies!"

"Since when?"

Silence. 'Is associating with Potter good for my health?'

"Draco?"

"Wah?"

"You phased out on me."

Snaps. Indignant. "Malfoys do not 'phase.'

"But you just did."

"Oh for the love of—what was it you wanted?"

"I wanted to know since when were we ever enemies?"

Resigned sigh. "Since our first year when you rejected my hand of friendship."

Silence. "Oh. You're still sore about that?"

Counts to ten in english. Then in latin. Then in French. Then in Gaelic…who knew he could speak Gaelic?

"—r phasing again."

Remains stubbornly silent.

"If it makes you feel better, I thought your hand was pretty. It was your mouth I had a problem with."

Blinks. Pretty? "What's wrong with my mouth?"

"It wouldn't stop blabbing?"

"And what, pray tell, are mouths for?"

"Kissing?"

Bewildered look. "Kissi—umph!"

Smacking.

And some more smacking.

"What the hell was that for Potter!"

Sighs. "Still Potter?" Leans in.

Draco shields himself, terrified.

"Potter!"

Snaps. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Don't be the innocent maiden, Draco. You may look like the damsel in distress but you've lost that shine years ago."

"'Damsel in distress?' I'll give you damsel in distress!" Lunges.

Grins to self. "That's more like it."

Scuffling.

Wearily. "Potter? How'd we get here in the first place?"

"When you fell on my lap."

"I fell on your lap?"

"Well, you're still on me."

Looks down. "Oh." Makes move to get up.

Stops him. "I didn't say I didn't like it."

…

"Draco?"

Resigned acceptance, after all, his heart wanted this for so long. "What Harry?"

Blinding smile. "Why are you so nasty to me?"

"This again? Why Potter, can't you read denial when you see one?"

"Denial?"

"Yes, Potter. Denial."

"Denial of?"

Blinks, amazed. "You really are dense."

"Am not!"

Shakes head. "Let's not get into that."

"Draco? Denial of?"

Ruffles head affectionately. "You. I was in denial about you."

"Oh."

…

"What were you in denial about?"

"Potter, this new found harmony is not going to last if you make me repeat myself. Malfoys don't do confessions."

"But I want to know."

"… Fine. I care for you."

Blinding smile. "Oh. I knew that."

"Then why'd you make me say it?"

"I wanted you to put your mouth to good use for once."

Smirks. "I thought you didn't like it when I talked."

Shrugs. "When you whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I don't mind."

Rolls eyes. "I did not whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

"Close."

"What is this, Potter?"

Squirms uncomfortably, finally noticing the pressure down there. "...Um."

"No, not that, Potter. What's this?" Waves hand around. "What's this thing between us?"

"The beginning?"

Blinks. " 'The beginning.' I like the sound of that."

"So you accept it."

Draco smiles. Harry is stunned. "Yes and I also accept this."

Harry gasps, voice breathy. "Oh."

Lets go.

"Draco…"

"I don't think Granger and Weasley can take this."

Looks to the side at said catatonic people. "Somewhere else?"

"Lets."

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Um? R&R? Thankies.

-Rii