They were fighting again.
It had all started with a snarky remark from Draco and before Harry knew it, he was charging at the blonde full force. He hit him square in the stomach but lost his footing at the last moment, sending the both of them tumbling to the wet grass with a heavy thud.
It was early morning and the two of them had the unfortunate of meeting each other at the quidditch pitch. They first argued about their right to be there, Draco going on about how Snape had given him permission while Harry argued that McGonagall signed the form to give him access to the pitch the day before.
When that got nowhere they began insulting one another on a personal level. Harry was winning the argument until Draco rolled his eyes and muttered something about his parents. It was then that the brunette saw red and the next thing he knew he was on top of the blonde, trying to inflict as much damage as he could.
"Get OFF!" Draco snarled while gripping Harry's wrists tightly, trying to keep his fists away from his face. Despite his slender form, Harry had to admit that he was stronger than he previously thought.
"Take it back!" Harry shouted, trying to wriggle his hands out of Draco's grip. He managed to free one but the blonde had an iron grip on the other. He instantly went to grab at Draco's face but because he was blocking it with his own pale hand, he grabbed him by the throat instead.
Draco gasped when he squeezed and involuntarily grabbed at his wrist, trying to loosen his hold. It worked when he pressed on a sensitive nerve in Harry's wrist but the brunette refused to budge and his hand remained where it was, only looser than before.
They were at a standstill and for a moment they looked at each other. Both of them had an angry expression across their faces and were already breathing hard from their brief tussle. Suddenly Draco smirked at Harry in such a way that it made his heart skip a beat.
"Are we fighting or are we flirting?" Draco asked suddenly looking smug.
"My hand is literally wrapped around your neck." Harry snapped, trying to ignore the heat that was spreading to his cheeks.
"That doesn't answer my question-" Draco gasped when Harry squeezed his throat again and for a moment he thought he'd gotten his point across but that only made his smirk grow.
"Unless you want to leave this pitch a virgin I suggest you stop trying to seduce me." Draco said cooly. Before Harry could react, Draco grabbed his hand from his throat and slowly licked his index finger before biting the tip of it gently.
Harry snatched his hand away, cheeks red from embarrassment and he was quick to scramble off of Draco's body. The further he was from him the better.
"Fuck you." He said harshly, hurriedly turning away before Draco could see the tent in his pants. He'd practice his stance another day.
"Name the time and place and I'll be there Potter." Draco shouted to him but Harry didn't dare look back.
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