Scared, Potter?

Pathetic Malfoy Coward Malfoy

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Draco and Harry spent their detention making Calming Draught potions for Madam Pomfrey in complete silence.

Neither of them glanced at each other or even looked in the other's direction. It was almost as if the other didn't exist in their mind. Almost. Harry kept muttering curses under his breath as he continued to fuck up the potion.

Draco had to refrain from rolling his eyes for the 8th time. In a different situation Draco would have laughed but he didn't want to anger Harry any more than he already did.

Although..

Draco hasn't had that much fun mocking and teasing Harry in so long.. something about riling up the infuriating Gryffindor was appealing.
"I didn't know that I'd be doing all the work, Potter."

"Shut up, Malfoy. I'm trying to focus." Harry didn't look up from his bubbling...red-..? Cauldron.

"I don't think me talking is going to distract you from your already shit potion making skills."  Draco finally rolled his eyes. Again.

"Annoying prat.." Harry mumbled, trying to fix the potion somehow.

"You're doing it wrong." Draco smirked, watching Harry add more fluxweed oil, making his cauldron turn a slight purple.

"Yeah no shit." Harry then gave up on trying to fix his 'potion.' If he could even call it that.  Harry then leaned back in his chair and sighed rather dramatically before meeting Draco's taunting gaze and mischievous smirk from across the room.

"Could always ask for my help y'know."

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong, Potter? I thought you wanted to be fwiends?" Draco batted his eyelashes and faked a high pitched squeaky voice.

"That was a mistake. No one would ever willingly be your friend unless it was beneficial in some way." Harry shrugged, Draco's expression then matched Harry's.

"At least my friends are here. I see Granger and Weasley have left you here all on your lonesome. I bet they just wanted a break from you." Draco spat, then looked at Harry with disgust.

Harry's chest stung a bit. He knew Draco was just trying to find some way to hurt him..to rile him up again but Harry couldn't help but feel there were bits of truth to Draco's insult.

Harry wanted to know why Malfoy had become such a dick over the past few days. Just two weeks ago Draco had talked about Harry coming to his ice skating practices and now he's being all..Malfoyish again. Truly it made no sense. Every growing minute Harry sat in that room with Draco he wanted to find some way..any way to just shut him up.

"What? Did I 'Hit a nerve' there, Potter?" Draco's smirk grew wider as he watched Harry's clenched knuckles turn a shade of white.

Harry needed to find something to distract himself with. Anything. But he kept remembering how good it felt when he'd punched Draco. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders..but he couldn't do it again. He wouldn't dare make this detention with Draco any longer than it needed to be..would he?
"I don't need to waste any more of my words on you."

"Oh that's rich, given that you follow me everywhere and anywhere."  Draco crossed his arms over his chest.

Harry could feel himself boiling, aching to give Draco a piece of his own medicine. "Merlin, fuck-Can you just be quiet? This detention would go so much faster if you just—

"Make me, Potter." Draco cocked his head to the side, the defiant glint in his silvery eyes sent Harry overboard.

Draco flinched at the noise of Harry standing up, abruptly knocking over the stool he sat on and stalked closer to Draco.