Author's note: When I say completed, I mean just that. The fic's done with. I've written all of it. I just haven't posted all of it. Hence, I can't help you much with the length of the chapters (or the fic itself, actually, as it's only five chapters long). I wrote this for the livejournal community fivebyfiction. And er...that's it. I know the entire thing is terribly cliche, but I was really writing it just to prove to myself that I COULD write a chaptered fic. And I did. Even if it's short, the chapters are shorter, and it's incredibly overdone. bow Enjoy.
Most anyone else who had been caught in such a position would not act as Malfoy did. Most people, caught unawares in that way would turn bright red, stutter something incoherent, and run away.
However, whether it was because Malfoy was too eloquent to stutter or because he lacked the ability to blush, he did neither of these things, and more importantly, he did not run away. One would think that, having been caught and laughed at by Harry Potter, he would at the very least consider himself at a slight disadvantage, but as he stood up, he gave Harry a scathing glare that, while slightly softened by the bright green leaves poking out of his tangles hair, clearly showed that he was in charge of this encounter.
Harry swallowed.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?" he spat, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Maybe I should be asking you the same thing," returned Harry, doing his best to match Malfoy's look, minus the leaves.
"I was minding my own business, Potter. You should do the same! Learn not to eavesdrop on people." His voice was raised, but only slightly. A light bit of tension plucked at his muscles and it was then that Harry realized that this was more than just their usual enmity.
Draco was pissed.
This realization did not, however, cause Harry to back down or turn away. Instead, it served only to fuel Harry's own irrational anger. Irrational, of course, because he was in the wrong. He shouldn't have been listening to Malfoy sing and he shouldn't have laughed at him. It was mean, but this was Malfoy and somehow, being mean didn't count if it was directed towards a Malfoy.
As Harry saw it, the other's anger was more than enough reason for him to be angry too. So when he said, "It's not my fault you sound like a girl," he felt completely justified, so much so that he almost didn't realize that Draco was going to punch him until his fist was about to collide with the side of his face.
But Harry was lightning fast and moved back a step, so that Malfoy missed. Unfortunately, this also caused him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the ground. This was just what Malfoy needed apparently because he was on Harry in a second.
They struggled for what seemed like ages, Harry flipping them over, Malfoy trying to kick and bite. Hands and feet flew everywhere, as did Harry's glasses and as they fought, they hurled yells and insults at each other. They aimed blows, missed, yanked hair, spit, and screamed until their bodies gave up, and they lay their, staring at the rapidly darkening sky, completely out of breath.