Draco sensed
Harry's presence behind him, following him stealthily. It'd been like that for
most of the day, and Draco was getting increasingly irritated. He purposefully
walked down an empty corridor alone, and could see Harry sidling after him, not
looking very adept at concealing himself in the nonexistent crowd.
Finally unable to take it anymore, Draco whirled around and strode a few
steps forward, coming face to face with a slightly startled Harry.
"I
don't enjoy being stalked, Potter, and least of all by you."
"I'm not
stalking you," Harry sounded resentful. "And let me assure you the
disgust is mutual."
"Then go away. I feel like I'm trapped in a
low-grade horror movie."
"I will as soon as you tell me one thing that'll
make you happy, so I can get over and done with my Christmas good
deed!"
Silence. A palpable glee spread across Draco's face, and he
grinned broadly.
"Oh, so you're my guardian angel?" A bark of
derisive laughter. "God, that is so funny. I'm surprised you survived the heart
attack when you first opened the piece of paper."
"Shut up." Harry's
voice was strained. "This is a stupid idea, and it's just my crap luck that I
got you."
"The bad karma had to catch up with you one of these
days, Potter." Draco said smugly.
Harry made a strangled noise. "Just
tell me what you want for Christmas, and get it over with."
"You sound
like a very disgruntled Santa. Are they not paying you enough?"
"I
wouldn't be doing this — at least not for you — even if they paid
me."
"What are you doing here, then?"
"Which part of 'picked you'
and 'ultimate bad luck' do you not understand?"
An infuriating smile.
"This is very interesting, Potter. So let me get this straight. I tell you what
will make me happy, and you'll do it for me. Is that it?"
A hesitant
pause. "Um, I think there are some limits on what you can ask for,
Malfoy..."
Draco looked delighted. "This is more hilarious than house
elves in drag."
"You find that hilarious?"
"Not as
hilarious as the expression on your face now. Have you been walking around
looking like this since breakfast?"
"More or less. I couldn't eat a bite
of breakfast because of this, so can we please—?"
"Oh Potter!
You're begging me!"
Horrified. "I am not!"
"You've never said
'please' to me before."
"And I'm not going to make a habit of it. But in
the interests of my being able to eat something today, can we get this over
with?"
"You seem awfully eager to please me, Potter."
A pause.
"That came out sounding really bad, Malfoy."
"I know. Let's see now,
you're here to fulfill my wildest fantasies..."
"Malfoy! Dumbledore said
'make the person happy', not 'be his sex slave'. Get it right."
"How
about making the person happy by being his sex slave? Oh, I can just see the
headline 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who—'"
"MALFOY!"
Gales of
laughter. Harry looked extremely aggrieved.
"You're a pervert, you know
that?"
"I wouldn't be rushing to label me as such if I was you,
considering that you do have to pleasure me in some way or the
other."
Angrily, "Can you not say it that way?!"
"All
right, all right. I'll be really nice and give you a choice here. You can either
throw yourself over the edge of a cliff, or you can get down on your knees
and—"
"Malfoy!"
"Relax, I was going to say 'lick my boots',
but I'm all open to suggestions." Draco grinned.
"Well, neither option
seems very viable." Harry groaned.
"Okay, I'll revise your options. You
can either hit on Snape in front of the whole class during Potions, or run
through the Great Hall naked shouting 'Draco Malfoy rules'."
"You're
awfully difficult to please, you know that? Can you choose something that's not
so voyeuristic?"
"Well, I am a pervert, you said so
yourself."
A sigh. "Can I just give you a bag of candy from
Honeydukes?"
"That's not counted — you're supposed to be personally
involved in the good deed, aren't you? Well, unless you serve up the candy on
top of your—"
"Okay, okay, scratch that," Harry said
hurriedly.
Draco smiled wickedly. "You look your best when you've got
that pained, constipated expression on your face, has anyone ever told
you?"
Harry just grunted.
Draco tapped his foot against the floor;
he clearly was having a good time.
"I've got another idea — why don't
you dress up in tights and sashay up to Crabbe? He's got a fetish for men in
tights — Robin Hood really gets him off."
"Argh. That's something I
could've lived without knowing."
"Or, why don't you take off
your—"
Harry had enough.
"You know what, Malfoy? Your time's up.
You've turned back into a pumpkin. You don't get a choice anymore."
The
next thing Draco knew, Harry seized him by the shoulders and jerked him forward,
and their lips met with a startled 'umph'. Draco blinked, dazed; he couldn't see
anything because he was looking through Harry's glasses, which were less than an
inch away from his eyes.
Harry kissed him firmly, and Draco was just
getting used to the feel of his lips on his own when Harry pulled
back.
For a moment, Draco Malfoy was speechless; that was a first.
Finally, rather breathlessly,
"My, Potter. I never thought you had it in
you."
A deep breath. "I hope you're satisfied now, Malfoy, because that's
about all I'm going to do."
"Oh no worries, Potter, it's more than I
expected, anyway."
A blush. "Really?"
"Yep. I was actually
thinking of suggesting that you kiss me, but I figured you'd run to Dumbledore
screaming sexual harassment. Guess I had you pegged wrong."
A scornful
noise. "You hardly even know me, Malfoy."
"That's true." A shrug. "Well,
at least now I know you a little better than most people do."
"Yes, you
should feel honoured." Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, all right, I've done my
job, I'm out of here."
Casually, "See you, then — oh, just a minute...
here."
Draco tossed something in Harry's direction; Harry caught it
deftly with the precision of a Seeker. It was a crumpled piece of paper, and he
curiously smoothed out the creases — all that was written on it was, Harry
Potter.
Harry stared at it, uncomprehending; it took a moment before
realisation finally sank in. Harry lifted his eyes and stared incredulously at
Draco, who gave him a rare, genuine smile.