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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult
Chapters:
18
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4,571
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13
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To Argue
Chapter 2: To Argue
Harry stared at the girl in front of him. She was hanging her head and looked postively terrified as she shook slightly in front of him, her hands fidgiting in front on her anxiously.
“Er,” said Harry, completely at a loss. “Sorry, but, um-”
Harry hadn’t even completed a coherent sentence before the girl let out a sob and sprinted off down the coridor, positvely wailing. Harry stood in shock as he watched the girl leave him in complete confusion.
“Well done mate,” Ron said, clapping a hand on his best friend's shoulder, also watching the girl run away. “You draw them in one moment and the next they're fleeing. Bloody brilliant.”
Harry scowled at him, finally returning from his state of shock. “You know, I’ve never been very good around girls,” he said dryly.
“What am I then?” Hermione snapped, smacking her hands to her hips and pouting at Harry. “A bear?”
“No,” said Harry, grinning at her. “You’re just not insane. And you don’t spaz about every little thing.”
Ron burst into laughter as Hermione huffed irritably. Behind him, Harry heard somebody snicker. Turning around he came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
“Potter,” Malfoy sneered at him, a faint smirk playing about his lips. Harry glared at him. If looks could kill, the blond would have been dead on the spot.
“What do you want, Malfoy,” Harry spat at him, determined not to start a fight eventhough every fiber in him was flaring, wanting to lash out at Malfoy in any way possible.
“Nothing,” the blond said cooly, drawing back slightly and crossing his arms over his chest, smirking at Harry. “I’m just enjoying watching you torment little third years. Honestly, I never would have put you as one who would do that.”
Harry actually growled at Malfoy’s words. The blond’s silvery eyes widened slightly before snapping back into their usual cool stare. “Shove off, Malfoy,” Harry spat as he raised his hand toward the boy. Malfoy’s eyes widened again, this time staying wide at Harry’s actions. Doing something like punching or smacking Malfoy seemed to be the most inviting things that Harry wanted to do, but seeing as they were liable to be caught by a teacher if anything happened, Harry managed to surprise even himself as he simply raised his hand to Malfoy’s face and flicked him lightly right in the center of his pale forehead.
Malfoy flinched slightly as Harry’s fingers hit his head lightly before his mask of usual calm dropped completely and he stared at Harry in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“I’ll pay you back for that comment later,” Harry said, voice laced with anger at the boy in front of him. “When there aren’t as many teachers to stop me.” Malfoy just continued to stare at the Gryffindor.
Harry snapped around and began to stalk down the corridor away from Malfoy, Ron and Hermione scurrying to catch up to him.
Harry stared at the girl in front of him. She was hanging her head and looked postively terrified as she shook slightly in front of him, her hands fidgiting in front on her anxiously.
“Er,” said Harry, completely at a loss. “Sorry, but, um-”
Harry hadn’t even completed a coherent sentence before the girl let out a sob and sprinted off down the coridor, positvely wailing. Harry stood in shock as he watched the girl leave him in complete confusion.
“Well done mate,” Ron said, clapping a hand on his best friend's shoulder, also watching the girl run away. “You draw them in one moment and the next they're fleeing. Bloody brilliant.”
Harry scowled at him, finally returning from his state of shock. “You know, I’ve never been very good around girls,” he said dryly.
“What am I then?” Hermione snapped, smacking her hands to her hips and pouting at Harry. “A bear?”
“No,” said Harry, grinning at her. “You’re just not insane. And you don’t spaz about every little thing.”
Ron burst into laughter as Hermione huffed irritably. Behind him, Harry heard somebody snicker. Turning around he came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
“Potter,” Malfoy sneered at him, a faint smirk playing about his lips. Harry glared at him. If looks could kill, the blond would have been dead on the spot.
“What do you want, Malfoy,” Harry spat at him, determined not to start a fight eventhough every fiber in him was flaring, wanting to lash out at Malfoy in any way possible.
“Nothing,” the blond said cooly, drawing back slightly and crossing his arms over his chest, smirking at Harry. “I’m just enjoying watching you torment little third years. Honestly, I never would have put you as one who would do that.”
Harry actually growled at Malfoy’s words. The blond’s silvery eyes widened slightly before snapping back into their usual cool stare. “Shove off, Malfoy,” Harry spat as he raised his hand toward the boy. Malfoy’s eyes widened again, this time staying wide at Harry’s actions. Doing something like punching or smacking Malfoy seemed to be the most inviting things that Harry wanted to do, but seeing as they were liable to be caught by a teacher if anything happened, Harry managed to surprise even himself as he simply raised his hand to Malfoy’s face and flicked him lightly right in the center of his pale forehead.
Malfoy flinched slightly as Harry’s fingers hit his head lightly before his mask of usual calm dropped completely and he stared at Harry in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“I’ll pay you back for that comment later,” Harry said, voice laced with anger at the boy in front of him. “When there aren’t as many teachers to stop me.” Malfoy just continued to stare at the Gryffindor.
Harry snapped around and began to stalk down the corridor away from Malfoy, Ron and Hermione scurrying to catch up to him.