a/n so I was watching the third movie and inspiration struck me down and threatened to hit the smite button if I didn't write this. it may be a little bit OOC, but I don't think a whole lot. Read and review please.
An invisible hand connected with the back of Draco's head. "Ow! What the…" he looked around and saw that the corridor was just as empty as it had been. "Who's-Potter? I know it's you!" There was the sound of swishing material and Harry came into view. Draco glared at him, "What was that for?"
"For your stupidity you bloody git! Buckbeak could have really hurt you. You're lucky all you have is that scratch." Harry looked stern and Draco smirked.
"What's the matter?" Draco leered, "Afraid he might damage something important?" He smirked and Harry melted. The green eyed boy grabbed his arm and inspected it, "ow! Careful! It's still tender."
"Tender my arse, it's just a scratch, the way you were moaning and crying I thought it was deeper than this. You're such a pansy."
"Pansy? You're the one that freaks out when your scar starts twinging." He knew he had hit a sore spot so he pulled Harry closer and planted a kiss on his nose.
Harry pulled back and frowned, "You're not going to get away with it that easily." He was going to add on to that but Draco kissed him, effectively silencing him.
"Malfoys get away with anything they want," his grey eyes glinted mischievously. "They also get whatever they want, whoever they want, whenever they want." He pulled Harry still closer so that their bodies were flush against each other. He smirked in triumph as any ounce of anger melt from Harry's face.
"Just promise you wont do something that stupid again."
"Why, if I'm ever in danger I have my own personal Golden Boy to save me."
"Draco," Harry growled warningly.
"Alright, alright, fine. I promise." Harry smiled, but what he didn't see was Draco's fingers crossed behind his back.