Harry : *glares* i hate you Malfoy !!
Draco : *shouts* don't talk to me ever again Potter !!
*5 seconds later*
Harry : hey hogsmeade date after class?
Draco : yeah sure
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Harry : *glares* i hate you Malfoy !!
Draco : *shouts* don't talk to me ever again Potter !!
*5 seconds later*
Harry : hey hogsmeade date after class?
Draco : yeah sure
There was silence for a second, just long enough for Harry to become irrationally offended, and then – “Not your type?” he repeated incredulously. “You’ve been pulling my pigtails since first year, Malfoy, what the bloody hell do you mean I’m not your type?” And whoa, hold up, he hadn’t meant to say that. Harry wasn’t even sure where the words had come from. His eyes went wide. Draco’s gaze snapped back down to meet Harry’s, his cheeks going furiously pink as he pushed himself up to one elbow and turned to face the other boy. “I have not been pulling your pigtails, Potter!” he snapped. “I’ve been cleverly insulting you at every turn and besting you in as many ways possible and–” “Poking and prodding and trying to get my attention or make me jealous ever since I said no to you on the train,” Harry said, voice growing louder and more amused each time Draco tried to cut him off again. “You’ve probably wanted me since then, you just didn’t know it!” Draco glowered at him, trying to cover how flustered he suddenly was. “All I wanted then was – look, I just wasn’t used to being turned down like that!” he cried, and then shoved Harry’s shoulder when he snickered. “Oh, piss off, you’re twisting everything around! That’s not how it was and you know it. I was eleven, for Salazar’s sake!” “Oh, I don’t know…” Harry said in a teasing tone, all traces of his earlier panic gone in the face of Draco’s embarrassment. “So many things are making sense to me now.” Draco made an annoyed sound, but then his eyes brightened. “Well you’re one to talk,” he said, and Harry didn’t like this new hint of smugness he’d suddenly adopted. “Seems to me you enjoyed all the attention, even though you acted like you didn’t.” “What’s that supposed to–” “I mean, as soon as I stopped paying attention to you, you got all huffy, didn’t you?” Harry paled a bit and Draco grinned at him full stop. “Didn’t like it at all last year when I had other things to do that didn’t involve spelling your shoelaces together anymore. If I recall correctly, you’re the one who started following me all around the school.” He flopped backward onto the couch again, getting comfortable and letting his eyes slide shut, smirk still on his face. “Got a bit obsessed there, eh, Potter?”
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