Warnings: Fluff shounen ai (malexmale relationships)

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue please!

A/n: Sorry it took so long to update but here it is!

I woke up groggy as hell. I felt like I had been hit in the back of the head repetitively with a broom. I turned my head a little and saw a blob resting in the edge of the bed. I decide to poke it.

"Hey," I poked the thing again when it shifted. By now I figured it was a person and who else in the school had hair like that thing leaning on my bed did? Harry Potter.

I saw green as the person lifted their head and as my vision cleared I saw many shades of green, light and dark decorated with a flicker of emotion. Harry.

"Hey." he said to me, like it was perfectly all right for two archenemies to be sitting this close and conversing so simply.

"You!" I turned to him with anger in my eyes and he seemed to cringe away from me. "You put me in here!" he looked a little perturbed.

"wha-?" I snapped my head around to fully face him.

"You flew at me in that match and knocked me off my broom." Yeah, so maybe I was still a little hazy and was wrong to convince him of such things, but hey, I'm Draco Malfoy, I have to have someone trying to assassinate me to prove my high status.

"L-listen, you were going to get hit with the-" Draco cut him off again.

"None of your excuses." I turned my nose up haughtily. "You were trying to assassinate me, Harry James Potter." For some reason the fool looked baffled and happy at the same time.

He laughed a chiming little sound that seemed to fill the room. But we'll drop the poetry there, thank you very much.

"You used my name." He managed to mumble to me through his titters. I simply rolled my eyes.

"Don't get too excited." However he continued to laugh, wiping the building tears from his eyes.

"And you thought I was trying to… assassinate you!" he doubled over in laughter. I was shocked. Potter was laughing at me. AT me! I looked at him, he was beautiful, his slightly tanned skin, deep set green eyes and his hair that always looked so good despite the fact I think he never brushed it. This could work to my advantage.

"That's right, potter, you tried to kill Me." he looked perplexed as he stared at me "what are you going to do to make it up to me?"

He shuffled back a little in his chair as I reached out to touch his cheek. He looked slightly afraid, like he thought I was going to hit him. Peculiar…

"W-what do you want me to do, what can I do to make it up to you, I mean?" I smile a little as I sense his mental surrender.

"Kiss me." I ordered of him. He blushes a bright red but I think he was expecting it he started leaning in and my eyes fell closed.

Who ever said revenge isn't sweet?