Chapter Two: Clarity
(Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Rated K+)
Warning: Contains a male/male relationship. Don't like, don't read.
Harry swore he was going to warn Draco. He even had his mouth open and everything, ready to call out a word of caution. But not even so much as a sigh had passed his lips when he watched Draco walk directly into the door frame. The lithe blond bounced backward, hitting the floor with an unflattering string of obscenities already rolling off his tongue.
And that was when Harry finally uttered, "Watch out."
"Watch out? Watch bloody out, he says!" Draco was still on the floor, looking horribly indignant and altogether rather charming… except for the red lump swelling on his forehead. "Potter, you are the master of delayed reactions. 'Watch out,' honestly!"
Harry resisted the urge to laugh, aware that he was already tempting the Slytherin's wrath with the wide smirk that refused to leave his face. He made his way across the room and to Draco's side. "Haven't damaged your brain, have you?" he asked lightly.
Draco's jaw dropped, making him look wholly and unequivocally offended. "And people actually believe you're a decent and compassionate person?" he demanded, reaching up to rub his forehead and promptly swearing when he touched the lump.
"Don't do that, you git." Harry knocked his hand away affectionately.
"Then why don't you do something it about it?" Draco had begun to accompany his words with elaborate sweeping hand gestures, falling into what Harry thought of as his 'drama queen' mode. If he allowed the blond to continue on, he would soon be sitting through a long-winded speech, perhaps even accompanied by crocodile tears, depending on how pitiable Draco was feeling. So when the Slytherin opened his mouth again and began indignantly, "Honestly, you would think someone who has just been injured as I have—" Harry pressed his mouth hard against Draco's, swallowing the words right off the blond's tongue.
When Harry finally broke for air, he felt Draco smiling slightly as he murmured against Harry's lips, "Not that I don't like your methods of healing, but… my head still hurts."
Carefully, Harry leaned up and kissed Draco's bruised forehead. "Then maybe," he mused, "you shouldn't take off with my glasses and run around the house yelling, 'I'm Harry Potter, I'm a stupid git, so I have to save people.'"
"Harry?"
"Yes, Draco?"
"Shut up."
"Yes, Draco."
"Oh yes, and Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you, you sod."
Harry grinned. "Love you too."
A/N: Thought I'd post a little more widely-known ship this time.