After a few seconds Harry, who was getting more and more worked up by the fact he couldn't escape, made one final attempt to pull away, and when that didn't work he did the last thing Draco expected.
The blonde yelped with pain as Harry rammed his forehead into his own. Immediately he let go, clapping both hands over the spot he'd been hit, and stumbled backwards. Harry watched the boy whimpering from a good few inches away, not trusting him at all.
His heroic tendency soon got the better of him and he stepped slowly toward the boy. "Sheeze, are you alri-"
Harry was cut off by a right hook. His surprised eyes met Draco's as the taste of iron arose in his mouth. Before Draco could speak Harry socked him back, knocking the poor boy into a desk.
The playfulness abruptly grew serious as more punches were exchanged.
Draco suddenly grabbed Harry by the neckline of his sweater and shoved. Harry put his right foot down firmly on the other boy's left foot and shoved hard, forcing the blonde to fall. Draco swung his leg around, knocking Harry's feet out from under him. The Gryffindor crashed to the floor with a sickening thud. Both layed there panting for a moment. They glanced over at each other and began to laugh. Draco got up and then helped Harry up.
Professor McGonagal walked in to see the two boys in a slightly bloodied state but grinning. With a baffled expression she stammered, "What is the meaning of this?"
The boys jumped at her voice because they hadn't heard her enter the room.
"Oh um..."
"Well..."
"Professor we were just about to finish up with the boards." Harry said meekly, spitting out the first thing that came to mind as he rushed over and picked his rag up from the floor.
Her sharp eyes examined their faces, "Since when does a simple washing task involve a mid session rumble?"
"Oh we were just goofing off...honestly" Draco piped up, wiping the blood from his lower lip on the hem of his shirt sleeve, "no fighting, none at all."
"Some how I find that hard to believe." She answered in a fatigued tone, giving them a hardly trusting expression. Sighing, she went behind her desk and began sorting through papers. With out a look she said, "I have work to do, and since you didn't kill one another I suppose you can have the rest of the evening off. Both of you may leave," The boys hurried for the door "But I expect you back here same time tomorrow." They paused and looked at each other, then shrugged and exited the room.

As they made their way down the hallway they talked lightly.
"I figured you'd duck that first swing." Draco mused.
"You're lucky I didn't kill you. That bloody hurt." Harry said, indicating the cut on the inside of his left cheek.
"And this didn't?!" Draco replied, pointing to his cut lower lip that was now swollen quite a bit. He then tugged at his shirt and frowned, "and I'll never be able to get these bloodstains out." Harry rolled his eyes and grinned, looking away, "what a magnificent poof."
Draco hit him on the arm, only making the boy laugh. Harry stopped and turned to him.
"Hey I forgot. I have something of yours."
"Really?" Draco asked with a curious look.
"Yeah come on." Harry said, and started jogging towards his dormitory. With reluctance Draco followed him into Gryffindor territory.

Harry scanned the common room before motioning for Draco to follow behind him. The few people occupying the room seemed so absorbed in their work that Harry figured he could sneak by. Of everyone there, Harry kept his focus on Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the far corner of the room. Hermione was lecturing vigorously as usual, and pointing something to a bored Ron in the large textbook in front of him. Harry held his breath as he and Draco moved to the stairs and hoped the two didn't look up.
When they reached the stone steps he motioned for Draco to go up in front of him, and the boy turned and hurried up the steps.

Ron looked up just in time to see his best friend pursue a flash of blonde hair up to his bedroom. He elbowed Hermione and smiled, nodding towards the stairs, "Looks like Harry's got himself a girlfriend."
"What?" Herione asked, annoyed by the interuption.
"I just saw him run upstairs with someone."
Ron moved to get up from his seat but Hermione grabbed his shoulder. "You wouldn't be going to spy on him would you."
The red head put on a face of mock innocence. "Of course not, I just have to go get a bit of parchment off my desk."
And before Hermione could stop him he lept from the chair and snuck up the stairs.

Harry opened up his trunk and pulled out Draco's green button up shirt.
"Here, I fixed it." he said, presenting it to the boy.
Draco couldn't help but grin a little as he took the shirt, "How incredibly strange of you, considering the fact that you hate me."
"Just because you're a complete ass, doesn't call for a perfectly nice shirt to go to waste. I wasn't going to give it back since its so nice, but you said its one of your favorites..."
"Thanks" Draco said shortly.
Harry pretended to be preoccupied by something else, when the blonde suddenly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his pale muscular torso. Draco slid his arms through the sleeves and proceeded to start buttoning the shirt from the bottom up.
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "These dorms are alot cozier than the dungeons. Granted we definatly have you beat on the interior design..."
The door swung open, stopping Draco short and he glanced up lazily from his buttons.
Harry gasped, "Oh shit. Ron..."