Let's make a deal
Authors note: This chapter takes place at the beginning of the school year. Gayness ahead, homophobes beware!
Disclaimer: We all know I didn't come up with the Harry Potter series.
Setting: Hogwarts express, Friday
Draco walked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express doing his prefect duties, a.k.a picking on first years, when he suddenly spotted Harry and the other two members of the Golden trio coming his way. He stopped harassing the poor first year boy about his horrible fashion sense when he saw Harry. "Yes, well...run along," he said as he shoved the boy into the nearest compartment. Oh, Merlin! He's coming this way! What do I do? He heard a popping sound in the vicinity of his right shoulder and turned his head to see the source of the noise. On his shoulder sat his proverbial shoulder devil, a miniature version of him in a devil costume. This shoulder devil was usually the source of his biting comebacks and devious misadventures. "Hey, how's it going? Good to see you again." his shoulder devil said, they were well acquainted. "Well," Draco began to explain the situation when he was cut off by Shoulder Devil, "Uh, just a second. We have to wait to get down to business because somebody decided to be late." Suddenly he heard another popping sound on his left shoulder. "Black turtleneck or green turtleneck? I just can't decide..." a less familiar voice filled his left ear. Draco turned his head to peer at the owner of said voice, it was another miniature him but dressed only in black slacks and holding up two hangers with different colored shirts on them. Draco raised an eyebrow, "Hello, I might be new to this sort of thing but aren't you supposed to be dressed as an angel or something?" Shoulder "Angel" delicately snorted and said, "Not even in your imagination are you an angel." Draco scowled and then smiled a little, it was true. He couldn't imagine himself being nice and Gryffindorkish all the time, he would rather die. Shoulder Devil glared at Shoulder Angel and cleared his throat, "Ahem, could we get down to business now that we're all here. I have things to see and people to do."
Draco shook his head and after noticing that the Golden trio were considerably closer to him said with urgency "Right, so... Harry and his friends are coming this way and I don't know what to say." Shoulder Devil got an evil gleam in his eyes and said, "Take house points from Weasel for being ugly and for being so bloody close to Harry." Draco's eye's snapped to the boy in question and noticed that he was getting awfully chummy with Harry. They had stopped to buy sweets from the trolley and while Hermione was paying the lady, Ron was whispering something into Harry's ear that made Harry laugh. Draco was starting to think that taking house points didn't sound too bad right about now. Shoulder Angel, however, didn't approve of this plan if his throwing one of the hangers at Shoulder Devils head was any indication. "No, no, no! You are trying to get Harry to like you remember...You said,' I will have Harry! I'm going to tell him how I feel about him as soon as we get back to Hogwarts.'" Draco sighed, I did say that. Shoulder Angel continued on, "So of course what you do is be nice and ask to speak to him alone then tell him how you feel." Shoulder Devil scoffed and crossed his arms, "You sound like such a girl, let's talk about our feelings Harry." He made kissy faces at Shoulder Angel. "You know what...!" Shoulder Angel started, "No, what!" Shoulder Devil interrupted. "You are a bloody git, you...you...ferret!" Shoulder Devil was instantly turned into a ferret, a very angry ferret if the squeaks were anything to go by. He suddenly leaped onto Shoulder Angels face looking somewhat like a flying squirrel, the force of his landing caused both Shoulder people to go flying off Draco's shoulder.
Since he had gotten frustrated with the internal battle over what to say the blonde decided to go with the flow, he leaned on the nearest compartment door. He would let Harry set the tone of their encounter and would act accordingly. Finally, Harry and friends reached the part of the hall where Draco was. Ron was glowering at him, Hermione had a small tight smile on her lips, and Harry looked annoyed yet resigned. "Malfoy, do you plan to stand there all day or are you going to let us through. Perhaps you want to take house points from me because I am wearing the wrong shoes." He stuck out his feet which were encased in tennis shoes, definitely not part of the dress code. Ouch, I guess I deserved that. I usually do pick on them for the smallest reasons but that was only because he would pay attention to me when I did it. Any attention, even bad, is better than no attention at all. "Actually, Potter, I could but I won't. It's not that serious." Draco drawled. Harry's face showed is mistrust and confusion at Draco's actions but he went silent, Ron on the other hand did not. "What are you playing at Malfoy? Are you trying to trick us, you limey death eating bastard!" That last comment struck a sore spot, he had been hard at work trying to prove to everybody that he was not a Death eater and being accused again got him riled up. He looked up and down Ron's body in a scrutinizing fashion, "Your family's still shopping in second hand stores I see. Ten points from Gryffindor for your robes." He said with a sneer. Ron held out his arms and examined his robes, "What's wrong with my robes?" Draco smirked, "They're too short. They should fall within two inches of the ankle not the calf. If your legs were shaped better like Harry's I might have let it go but they're not so I won't." Harry looked surprised at his leg comment, apparently neither Ron nor Hermione noticed what he said though.
Ron went pink in the face and plunged his hand inside his robes for his wand, by the time he got it out Draco already had his wand aimed at his chest. "Alright, cut it out you two!" Hermione stepped between the boys. Hermione's actions brought him out of his thought about the leg comment and he said, "I'm tired of fighting with you Malfoy, don't you think we're a little too old to still act this childish?" Draco lowered his wand a little, "I suppose you're right, but it's not me you should be talking to. Weasley started this argument. However, I'll be the bigger man and walk away." He lowered his wand completely, slipped it into his robes, and wiggled his eyebrows as if to say "Top that!" to Ron. The redhead scowled at Harry and asked disbelieving, "That's it! You're just gonna say forget about it and let him win?" Harry rolled his eyes, "Nobodies 'winning' Ron." Ha! Take that Weasley, I came out looking like the mature one. Draco mentally blew a raspberry at the redhead. What I would give for just one more jab for old times sakes. I wonder if I could get away with it? He considered it shortly, What the hell, let's go for it! "I agree with Potter, however, if there was a winner then I would be it because I got the last insult in." Ron crossed his arms and looked pointedly at Harry as if to say, "See there, I told you he won."
Hermione, sensing another argument offered a suggestion, "How about this...Harry and Draco have a snitch catching contest. The person who wins the contest will be the winner of our little feud." The boys nodded their heads in agreement and began to hammer out the details of the contest. After they agreed to meet on the Quidditch pitch on Saturday at 7 pm Harry and Draco shook hands to seal the deal. -squeal- Oh my God, he touched my hand! Harry opened the door to the compartment Draco had been leaning on and out ran the fashionally challenged boy the blonde had been pestering earlier. Harry, Hermione, and Ron shared a look of confusion and Draco inwardly winced. Opps, forgot he was in there. Well, on the bright side we aren't fighting any more. On the other hand I am now competing against the boy I love for bragging rights. Do I let him win, since guys tend to feel all emasculated when you beat them or do I try to beat him so that he can be impressed with my seeker skills? I don't think he would appreciate me going easy on him so I guess I'll just have to kick his butt tomorrow. After all, I am a Malfoy and Malfoys never lose.
What do you think so far? Sorry about it being so short. I need reviews to feed the plot monster.