4.
- Expelliarmus!
- Really Potter, we're not second years anymore.
Draco answered as he deftly swished his wand and wordlessly produced a shield charm.
Duelling class had been added as an optional course after the war, both Harry and Draco had been of the first to sign up.
- Don't worry, I'm just warming up.
- So you don't feel the ache of defeat when I beat you?
The whole class was supposed to be practicing a particular shield charm, but as was usual it had unfolded into a battlefield of people trying to one up each other. They were no exception.
- Dream on, gramps!
- Don't call me that! Colloshoo!
Harry dodged easily.
- Sticky shoes? And I'm warming up…
- You couldn't handle much more, golden boy...
Both were circling each other and smirking, enjoying the banter more than the actual duel.
- Come on then, let's get to it.
- Why don't you start, four-eyes?
Harry's green eyes flashed a second.
- Confringo!
- Protego!
- Such a fast little ferret, aren't you?
- What did you call me?
It was Draco's eyes that lit up this time.
- Incarcerous!
Harry felt it before he heard it. Ropes curling around him, getting him in a vice-like grip. He was made completely unable to move.
- Who's cocky now, eh?
Harry just glared at Draco.
- Oh please, you're not actually angry, are you Potty?
Draco was wearing the most handsome and confident smirk on his lips. Harry fought himself hard to not get lost in it.
Then everything was pain. He could feel his spine tingling, his fingers burning, eyes watering. Everything blurring as his legs gave out. Concerned faces all around him. He pressed his face against the cool floor as he heard his name being cried out. It felt so far away…
Heavy limbs, check. Blurry eyesight, check. Someone holding his hand… wait what? He opened his eyes to see a blob of pale and blond hover over him.
- Hey, Harry, you with us?
Draco's voice was soft, some would even say caring.
- Mmmm… hurts…
The hold on his hand tightened.
- Are you ok? You got hit by some random spell. Someone can't aim very well it seems.
He knew that voice. It sounded cuter when it wasn't directed at him.
- I'm… I'll be ok. Don't worry. Just want to be alone for a bit.
- Oh. Oh, I see… I'll leave you be then. Hey! Nothing to see here! Go away!
He could feel the cold of the stone floor where Draco wasn't holding his hand anymore. He reached up and managed to grab on to one of Draco's rolled up cuffs.
- I didn't mean you, ferret.
- Don't call me that!
Draco turned around, eyes watery and a bit flushed.
- Something wrong Draco?
- You… you could have dodged it. If I… If I hadn't tied you up you could have…
Harry, still laying down, put a finger on Draco's lips.
- Shhhhhh! Stop talking or they'll get other ideas.
He said grinning.
- You're such a git.
Draco answered as a small smile formed on his mouth. The twinkle in his eyes made it even better.
