(Draco teasing Harry until they argue and kiss for anon)
“So, Potter, how are you and Weaselette?” Draco leant against the cabinet he was meant to be cleaning, watching Harry work.
“Look, you got me into this detention, so just shut the fuck up. And her name is Ginny.” Harry continued to scrub furiously, hating that Snape had stuck him with the difficult job while Draco only had to clean the cupboards.
“I’d hardly say it was my fault. You tripped and ruined my potion, so I hexed you.” Draco inspected his nails, waiting for the storm.
Harry stood and turned to face Draco, hands clenched. “If your lackeys hadn’t sent a trip jinx my way, I wouldn’t have spilled anything into your potion.”
“Well, that’s hardly my fault, is it Potter? You should learn to defend yourself.”
“Is that a threat?” Harry stepped forward, invading Draco’s personal space.
Draco snorted. “I’m not who you need to worry about. Worry about the Dark Lord, and how you’re going to get your Mudblood and blood traitor through it.”
“Don’t call them that. They’re no different to you. Well,” Harry sneered. “They’re better than you.”
Draco pushed off of the cabinet, closing the distance between them further. “Don’t they get boring, though? Isn’t it so frustrating how they don’t understand the pressure you’re under, they don’t understand what’s happened quite so well as you do?” Draco paused, and his tone became more frantic. “Don’t you hate them because you can’t explain to them what you have to do, how important it is. You wish sometimes, don’t you, for someone to talk to about all of it. Someone who understands.”
Harry shifted, uncomfortable at how close to the mark Draco hit. And then he remembered his suspicions about him. “Why, do you need the same? Are you volunteering.”
“In a way.” Draco leant forward and pressed his lips to Harry’s, pushing his hand into his hair. Harry stood still for a moment, shocked, before responding. But it wasn’t how he’d wanted. Instead of pushing Draco away like his thoughts were screaming to, he pulled him in closer, opening his lips and letting Draco’s tongue to slide across his own.