harry’ wand was still leveled at him, unwavering, the tip nearly brushing the front of malfoy’ immaculate robes. yes he noticed how neatly he wears his uniform —— everyone notices it.
“ huh. y’ cant in your right mind . i know you’re up to something ——
“I’m infuriating? You’re the one who spends far too much time 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 over me.”
Draco’s back hit the stone wall and he raised his hands in mock surrender — as if Potter would be brave enough to hurt him again after the / 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, / his scars still
—
finally she smiled, shoulders relaxing at seeing him relax. it was a nice sound.
"you're right- I'd hate to summon him." she exhaled dramatically, giving a look over her shoulder. "like one of those purse dogs that run hearing their names."
shoving sharply at the blonde’ chest, pushing him back hard enough to break the proximity. wand out and squarely at malfoy chest, steady and unwavering.
“ it doesn’t change the fact you’re infuriating ! back off. “
hands hovered at his sides, he swear he could already hear hermione’ voice in tha back of his head —— this is a bad idea. harry gets too worked up whenever malfoy is involved, valid but dangerous at the same time.
his patience snapped.
With his jaw clenched, Draco’s fingers 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 around the hideous tie, tugging him close and holding him there in deliberate control.
“You don’t know me at all, / 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. / Not now, not ever.”
“ not everyone wants to look like some spoiled posh kid who thinks silk ties make him better than everyone else, malfoy. “ he bristles, hands tensing on his tie, above malfoy’
“ hands off. go be a personal stylist to someone else ! “
“You look like a train wreck, 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 — I’ve seen house-elves with better standards.”
Draco hesitated before slender digits loosened the red tie and started to neaten it with a sharp, almost scolding touch, not once allowing the slightest slip in his practised precision.
he didn’t give him the satisfaction to respond to that —— his gaze following malfoy’ with wary curiosity. it looked like the messy, red tie around harry’ neck insulted him personally.
“ what ? “ snapped, annoyance in tone that he didnt try to hide. “ color hurting your eyes ? “
“Thin-skinned as ever, I see.”
The smirk on his lips grew, cold silvers dropping to Potter’s tie before he cursed under his breath at the mere sight of it — he 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 that, so appalling, so pathetic-looking.
a bloody slytherin . of course he would try and pull a dirty move like this. harry isn’t surprised. not even a bit. his hand shot up on instinct, catching malfoy’ wrist mid-air firmly —— “ dont. “
he shoved the hand away from him, letting go quickly and stepping back.
“I call it presence. You call it invasion. Tomato, tomato.”
Without breaking their locked 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚, Draco’s fingers snapped right in front of his rival’s ( 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ) face, an attempt to make him blink before he did.
hand ached to smack the smirk off his face, quickly shurgging off the violent thought . he simply raises an eyebrow —— hating how he had to tilt his head back slightly because of course he’s bloody taller. harry knew that ..
he held his ground, chin lifted just slightly as seconds stretched into minutes. yes, harry usually wouldn’t indulge malfoy’ irresponsible behavior but —
he is now.