pretty boy
inspired from a post i saw on pinterest, can't really find it
Draco had had enough of Harry Potter. How dare he think that he could act as a savior for him and expect everything to be okay between them.
Draco was utterly mollified when he got to know that Potter, that atrocious little wanker, had given an interview claiming Draco's innocence during the war and how he was 'completely harmless like a baby kitten'.
He could not stand being compared to a mere feline. Draco considered himself much more ferocious and superior.
He stormed up to the Golden Boy and whacked him on the shoulder with the newspaper.
"How dare you, Potter!" He bellowed and took out his wand, placing it as his throat.
Potter just looked surprised, barely reacting to the impact on his shoulder or the wand at his throat. His pal, Weasley just stood next to him, glaring at Draco. Neither of them looked remotely threatened by Draco, they just stood there waiting for him to lash out or say something to them.
Draco felt insulted.
"Why would you say that?" He scoffed at Potter, who raised his eyebrows, "From what I have perceived, Draco Malfoy is completely harmless like a baby kitten and wouldn't even think of hurting anybody," He said in a high pitched voice, reciting the words Potter had said in the interview, "What the hell is wrong with you? Has the stick up your arse get taller and is now poking your useless brain?"
Potter looked furious at that and walked forward till Draco was pressed against the wall, not caring about the wand poking at his throat.
Draco sneered at him, raising his chin, pressing the wand further, "Is the Chosen One so great that he is going to undermine poor little Death Eater Draco Malfoy?"
That was the last straw. Harry's hands placed themselves on either side of his head, their noses brushing and eyes glinting with anger.
"I dare you say that again, pretty boy," He whispered lowly. Draco felt heat creep up his spine, his neck and up his cheeks which had turned deep red just by the choice of his words.
Pretty boy.
The tension was high and the air quiet, like the calm before a storm. Their chests were heaving and faces were inching closer and closer.
"Did you just call Malfoy pretty?" Came the terrified voice of Ron Weasley from behind Potter and Potter smirked.
"I did," He tucked a hair behind Draco's ear and stepped back, "Make sure to keep your mouth tamed, pretty boy or I'll make sure that you'll be punished next time,"
Draco's eyes widened as he watched the two friends stalk away, his heart thundering with anticipation and tension.
He heard Weasley ask Potter, "Punished? Are you going to tell McGonagall?"
part 2
