Friendly Competition

[15] Badgers. Nasty Little Buggers.

The problem with living together, Harry and Draco discovered, was that they were distracting.

They had already been pretty brilliant at distracting each other before they'd gotten together, but now that they were in a relationship they had whole new ways of being completely and utterly distracting at the drop of a hat.

All this was to say that they had very much intended to spend the evening doing marking and lesson planning in their rooms, and, without Neville there, they had very much ended up not doing that.

However. One of them had to be at least a little responsible.

"We should go eat," Harry said, pulling back.

Draco looked slightly disgruntled at the interruption. "And show up late to dinner together? I think not."

"The kitchens, sweetheart. The house-elves are more than happy to help."

"Right. Fine." Draco tried to extracted himself from where he had apparently wrapped a leg around Harry's waist. He pushed up on Harry's chest. "Fancy moving?"

"Not really." Harry kissed him again.

Draco sighed. "You're the one who said we ought to eat. Move your arse."

"Make me."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Not on your life. Make up your own mind, Potter."

"You just think you can't make me move," Harry taunted.

"You know very well that I can," Draco said haughtily, blatantly ignoring Harry's saucy tone, "however I shan't. I'm going to lie here and nap. Tell me when you've made up your mind."

Harry sighed dramatically and rolled straight onto the floor with a rather loud thump. "You take the fun out of everything."

Draco peeked open his eyes and gave him a sly grin. "I made you move."

Harry narrowed his eyes and made a sound of annoyance. "You sneaking Slytherin, you know that's not what I meant."

"It's what I do best, love," Draco replied smugly, sitting up and smacking Harry's bum as he got off the floor. Harry turned around, giving him a hard look.

"You are such a trouble-maker."

"And you're not?" Draco countered, standing as well, and dragging him to the door by the arm.

~*~

Having had their fill, and succeeded in refusing the house-elves' offers for second desserts, they retreated back to their room before dinner was over, grateful that the halls were clear of people and ghosts to question their absence in the Great Hall.

Draco sorted through the scrolls on the floor to find the one he had been working on. "I take it we won't be doing any more marking tonight?" Draco asked, holding up the scroll.

Harry took it from his hand and tossed it on the top of the pile on the coffee table. "Not if I can help it." He slid his hands over Draco's hips and pulled him close to kiss his neck. "Unless you really, really need to."

"Rude," Draco muttered. "But I think I'm fine."

Harry just hummed and kissed Draco's neck again.

Draco sighed happily, circling his arms around Harry's back. "You're my favourite person, you know?"

Harry chuckled against him. "You were just calling me rude two seconds ago."

"Well you were just disrespecting my parchments two seconds ago." Draco tilted Harry's face up with a hand on his chin, and gave him a kiss. He made a contented noise. "I love you anyway, though."