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Staring Contest

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Harry and Draco had started fighting once again, throwing insults back and forth.

Harry slammed Draco up against the wall, his arm crossed against Draco's chest to keep him in place, face plastered with anger. Malfoy sneered, to which Harry pushed him again, clearly making Draco uncomfortable against the stone wall.

Hermione and Ron had been watching, as well as a few of Draco's friends; Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott, the two groups had been walking separately when Harry and Draco had seen each other and started fighting. Harry stood there, Draco against the wall, and he was about to rage at him, spew a load of insults, before suddenly he and Draco locked eyes. Harry just stared, somewhat mesmerized by Draco's eyes. He had never properly looked at Draco's eyes before. And he couldn't stop.

Draco raised an eyebrow, but funnily enough didn't try to escape from Harry's grip. There were actually quite a few people who had stopped to watch this spectacle, all wondering what was going on.

A few moments went on, before suddenly Harry snapped out of it, blinking, and pushed off of Malfoy. He went over to his friends, trying to put the annoyed look back on his face.

"What the hell were you doing?" Ron asked. "Were you having a staring contest or something?!"

"Ah-yes." Harry said, glad Ron had asked that or else he didn't know what excuse he could come up with. Definitely not staring contest.

"Who won?" Ron asked, looking at Harry curiously.

"Ah um- Malfoy, Malfoy did..." Harry replied absentmindedly.

"Ah. Oh well." Ron said, shrugging. Hermione had been quiet through the whole thing, looking at Harry thoughtfully, like she suspected something. They continued to their next class, just barely on time.

A little while later, they had a free period and Harry had told Hermione and Ron he wanted some air, even though he really just wanted some time alone. He wandered the castle, before suddenly someone grabbed him and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"What the hell?!" Harry exclaimed, before whoever had grabbed him stopped him, and he was met by an annoyingly handsome blonde with mesmerizing eyes.

"No, Potter, I'm the one asking the questions here. What the hell was that earlier??" Malfoy asked, looking at Harry with... something in his eyes that Harry couldn't quite decifer.

"What do you mean...?" Harry asked, trying to avoid that subject.

"You know damn well what I mean. When you slammed me against a wall and then just stared at me?" Draco replied, glaring at Harry.

"Oh, and pathetic excuse by the way. A staring contest?? Although I do give you credit for deeming me the winner." He added coolly.

"I... I don't know what to tell you Malfoy. It was a staring contest... sorry I didn't make that clear enough for you." Harry replied, trying to be convincing.

"Bullshit."

Oh well.

"Well if that's not it, then what do you think it was, Malfoy?" Harry replied annoyedly.

"I think," Draco said, moving closer. "I think that you don't mind if we're pressed against a wall together again." Draco said, pushing Harry up against the wall.

"I think that you don't mind that my body is so close to yours." Draco said, pressing his body even closer to Harry.

"I think that you don't mind my breath on your neck..." Draco whispered, his breath fanning against Harry's neck, making him shiver. Draco smirked.