Kitty

“Come now, Potter,” a low voice drawled, cutting through the room’s din. “Don’t tell me even after twenty-seven years you still can’t manage to dress yourself properly.”
“I don’t see how I dress myself is of concern to you, Malfoy,” Harry said, his eyes carrying a steel glint of warning.
Draco scoffed, circling Harry like a bird after its prey. “Really, you should put that house elf of yours to good use. You tie is done up something dreadfully.”
The blond came to a stop in front of Harry, his long fingers coming to rest just below the Gryffindor’s chin, straightening said tie.
“Malfoy,” Harry growled.
“Watch yourself, Potter. Wouldn’t want anything to… get out of hand.”
After years of listening to the same baiting lines, Harry knew a challenge when he heard one.
“Last chance, Draco.”
The blonde’s eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch. “My, my, Harry. Still haven’t learned to control that famous temper of yours?”
Harry shrugged a shoulder, a devil-may-care glaze forming over his eyes. “You asked for it,” he murmured under his breath. Draco’s eyes widened comically as Harry quickly snaked a hand around his neck, fingers tangling in the long locks of his hair. Their lips met roughly, Draco quickly submitting to Harry’s lead.
Pale hands wrapped themselves into the material of the formal Wizarding robes Harry wore as mouths parted on shared moans and tongues continued the duel for supremacy. Only when the sudden buzz of near silence broke through the barriers of the moment did the two wizards pull away from one another.
Their gazes locked for only a second, lust and fire held in the exchange, before Harry cautiously glanced around. He groaned and dropped his forehead to rest against Draco’s shoulder. Draco chuckled softly, his hands making the familiar trek from Harry’s hips to rest low on the brunet’s back.
He took in the dropped jaws, cat calls, and stunned expressions with the familiar Malfoy smirk firm in its place. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag then, Harry?” he mumbled against the other boy’s temple.
Harry fought the urge to smile, instead answering with a simple, “Meow.”