Title: Bully

Summary: Harry has always been bullied by Draco. Their bond is stronger than ever because of it. Non-magic

Rating: M (for mature themes and sexual content)

In a secluded corner of the dry playground, a small cloud of dust rose from the ground. The trees provided a cover from supervising teachers, but the children knew everything that went on behind there.

Little Harry picked himself up quietly despite having skinned his palms and chin from falling on the gravel. He was a small kid with no particularly outstanding features. He wore sad clothes and wore a sad expression. He never spoke. He never smiled. He simply came to school silently and went home silently.

"Aw, poor Potter got hurt?" Draco sneered. His gang of bullies formed a tight line, trapping Harry against the wall of the school. The difference between the two parties was stark. Young Malfoy always wore the finest shirts and had his hair combed with perfect precision. His expression was always aloof and condescending. He could be charming when time called for it, but his peers knew his true colors. No one crossed Draco Malfoy.

Harry averted his eyes and bit his lip hard to keep his voice down.

"Now," Draco sighed theatrically. "What shall we tell Mrs. Temple?"

"That he was being a clumsy oaf," Vince snorted.

"As always," Draco smirked.

Harry twisted his fingers and nodded. His head stayed down.

"Oi." Draco slapped Harry's cheek to get him to look up. Once he was sure that he had all the attention he needed, he asked, "Why don't you cry for us, hmm? That'll be fun."

Harry didn't blink. He trained his dull green eyes at Draco while furiously chewing on his lips.

"He's broken," Pansy laughed. "He's so stupid. No wonder his parents left him. They probably didn't want a stupid boy."

"Well…" Draco ran his eyes up and down the boy in front of him. Then he reached out and grabbed a fistful of Harry's ratty brown shirt. "Stupid boys can be fun too," he smirked.

Now, just ten years later, they were in the same position – Harry forced into a corner with his shirt scrunched up and his glasses askew.

"I'll give him a good pounding!" Vince exclaimed excitedly. His roundness had followed him all the way from primary school up to high school. Apparently, so had his eagerness to please his highness, Draco Malfoy.

"Shut up," Draco drawled. His grip tightened around Potter's shirt but he didn't raise his hand. "Do you really think he's worth it?"

Harry glanced away and closed his eyes. As years went by, he had barely changed. He still wore ragged clothes, kept his hair wild and wore crooked glasses. He was still silent in class and had no friends. He was still targeted by the same bullies who had plagued him since kindergarten. He was used to this by now.

The bell rang abruptly and ended their unpleasant rendezvous. Draco pushed Harry off to the side and the boy stumbled over his feet before falling over. Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles menacingly, as they always did after their ritual bullying. Pansy cackled like the little witch she was. Her arm was already entwined with Draco's. Blaise pushed off the wall absently, never taking his eyes off his book, ever the silent observer.

Harry waited until the door closed before relaxing. He sat up gingerly and rolled his wrist that had broken his fall. He had a hardy body but he didn't fancy pain. He leaned against the wall and stared at the sky before him. He had always liked rooftops. He didn't mind being humiliated here. No one else could see his sorry plight. He fished into his pocket and pulled out a squished pack of cheap cigarettes. The best part about rooftops was that he was allowed to smoke there.

He stretched his legs out in front of him as he took his first long pull. Screw maths. He couldn't be bothered to show his face in that class. He closed his eyes and sighed loudly. He just wished he were done school so he could get out of this place. His life had always been so stifling. Trouble at home, trouble at school, trouble with everything he got his hands on.

He brushed the back of his hand to his head. Even that was giving him trouble. He clicked his tongue at the thought. The stress was really getting to him. He was already done with the second pack of the week.

He vaguely heard the door open beside him and then a long scrape against the rough cement. He didn't bother opening his eyes. He simply took another long pull on his cigarette.

His lips were captured in a vague kiss. He exhaled slowly as he opened his eyes. "Thought you'd quit," he whispered.

"It's just secondhand."

Harry tilted his head and smiled up at Draco. "That's cheating, alright?"

"Whatever."

He simply shook his head in mild exasperation before switching his cigarette to his left hand.

"I wasn't going to steal it or anything," Draco murmured. He leaned against the wall and draped his long legs over Harry's. "And don't call me a spineless bastard ever again."

"Then stop pushing me around."

"You make it too easy."

Harry shifted to the side and rested his head against Draco's shoulder.

When he snickered without warning, Draco asked, "What?"

"You looked like you wanted to eat me."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"I look pretty sexy, huh?"

"You wish," Draco scoffed.

"Oh, go on."

An instant later, Harry had pressed a hand to his mouth while Draco nibbled on his neck. As always, his shirt was halfway up and pale fingers possessively worked on his nipples. "Don't keep quiet," Malfoy whispered. "No one can hear you."

Harry shivered as arousal coursed through him. "E-every time I have a smoke, I-"

"Stop talking," Draco growled. "I didn't mean talk. I meant moan or something."

"Mmm," Harry groaned. His back arched for a second, then he curled up with his arms around Draco. "Every time I smoke, I get a hard-on."

Draco paused his ministrations. "Oh?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Then don't come up here to smoke," he muttered. He slid down between Harry's legs and undid the tight jeans.

Harry wove his fingers through platinum hair to guide the expert mouth down to his erection. "It gets me off," he confessed. "I love it."

Draco pulled Harry forward as he sucked lazily. Harry leaned in and brought his knees up by planting his feet. He pressed absent kisses against Draco's hair when he wasn't preoccupied with prolonging the warm sensation rising in him.

Their relationship was… complicated.

But it was love. They had the best kind of love.

"Oh," Harry added. "And I was very close to pushing Parkinson off the edge."

Draco laughed.

"Hey." Harry tugged him up and they bumped foreheads. "I'm serious."

"So possessive," Draco hummed.

"Always."

Their lips melded together as Draco got up on his knees to scoot closer. He sat down on Potter's lap, straddling him. They rutted against each other shamelessly, not even stopping as Harry fumbled with Draco's jeans. They had seen each other in the worst and best light before. They really had nothing to hide anymore. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and nuzzled him. "You smell nice," he noted.

"I smell like smoke," Harry corrected him.

"Look at me."

Harry flicked his eyes at Draco and held his gaze. The green irises weren't dull anymore. Draco breathed out slowly when he saw sparks flashing in them. Harry noticed the boy's gaze flicking over his face frantically, as though trying to see everything at the same time. He smiled at Draco as he pulled his spectacles off. "Better?" he asked.

"Hmm," Draco mumbled incoherently. He rose up and pressed a palm against the wall. Harry had to crane his neck to keep his eyes on his boyfriend. Their breaths were soon ragged and wet. Harry licked his lips in anticipation, which caused Draco to slump slightly. "Potter," he panted. "You're gorgeous."

Harry pulled Draco down into an amorous kiss. They jerked each other off in a matter of seconds as their tongues tangled and their sweat ran together, slicking their backs. They chuckled into their lip lock after coming down from their sexual high.

Draco sat back down on Harry's lap with a satisfied smile.

Harry held up his sticky hand.

"Lick it," Draco murmured.

Harry contemplated his palm for a moment. Then he glanced up at Draco before running his tongue along his fingertips.

"Oh God," Draco whimpered, his hands already wrenching at Harry's shirt.

"You aren't doing me here," Harry simpered. "Hold it 'til after school." He then proceeded to lick his fingers clean while Draco squirmed in both dismay and exhilaration. With those two, it was often hard to tell who was the bully and who was the victim.

They sat in each other's silent company for another half-hour, Draco resting his head on Harry's lap and dozing off while having his hair teased. They could spend hours this way and they had done so many times before. They had known each other for years. They never had much to talk about. So this was fine.

The bell rang and pulled them out of their afternoon stupor. Harry tilted his head down and gazed at Draco's pale face. "Let's go?"

Draco shook his head as he yawned. "Where?"

Harry bent down and pressed a soft kiss against the thin pink lips under him. "Class."

Draco reached up and pressed his fingers against the nape of Potter's neck to keep him steady. "Want to run away with me?" he whispered. Harry felt himself blush but he didn't speak. Draco glided his nose down soft skin. Potter always smelt like innocence. "We'll go to the beach and live there. We won't work. We'll just be in bed for days and months and years."

Harry moved his arm and hooked it under Draco's head, cradling him. "I'd love to," he answered. "I'd love to run away with you."

Under the sweltering heat and in each other's arms, the boys made foolish promises with fond smiles.

"Yeah, I heard he jumped."

"I heard it was family trouble. I knew it, you know? He was always so strange. He was probably abused or something. So sad."

"Can't believe the teachers didn't do anything about him. It was obvious that he was having troubles. Mental troubles, I mean."

"He was always bullied. I could tell."

"Right under our noses."

"Students should have spoken up."

"Such an unfortunate child."

Draco listened to the rain instead of the teacher who was no doubt talking about something that was necessary for the exams. He sat in the back and so his inattention went unnoticed. He had his cheek on the desk and he stared out the window, following one rivulet that streaked down the entire length of the glass. This weather always made him want to stay home and curl up under his warm blanket. He closed his eyes tiredly.

He was woken up after what seemed like ten seconds. Class was being dismissed and Pansy was whining about her hair. Draco sat up and stretched. "Wear a cap," he muttered.

"Cap?" she squealed as though that were such a heinous thing to suggest.

"Let's go," he sighed in frustration as he led the way to the cafeteria. Everything was so boring now that the school had suddenly cracked down on bullying after the unexpected incident four months ago. There had been many disciplinary hearings as anonymous tips poured in from students. However, since there was no witness testimony, the implicated students were merely suspended for a short period of time and made to do community service for three months. So now Malfoy's gang had to be on their best behavior since teachers were watching them like a hawk.

"This is so dumb," he grumbled. His group nodded in agreement. "We can't even skip class. It's like prison."

"Not like we can do anything about it," Greg muttered.

"It's not like I made him jump," Draco tsked.

He was met with silence.

He glanced up from his food in surprise. "What?" he asked. His friends looked away, their expressions somewhat troubled and uncomfortable. "You still think this is my fault?" he snarled.

"It's just that you-"

"Whatever," he interrupted angrily. "Just shut up. I've heard enough of this for a lifetime."

And yet another lunch hour passed in awkward silence.

That day in free study period, everyone but Blaise left Draco alone and found another table to sit at. Draco absently doodled on his notebook while Blaise studiously read his precious comic book. The library was quiet as usual, so the sound of rain amplified in there.

The empty classroom was dim since the sun was hidden behind rainclouds. Harry had his arms wrapped around his stomach and his head bowed. It was his usual position when he was around Malfoy. But this time was different. It was just the two of them. That had never happened before.

"Strip."

Harry looked up in shock. Draco simply raised a brow and nodded. Harry swallowed hard.

"I said strip," Draco ordered.

Harry shook his head as he pressed himself against the wall.

Draco jerked him forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up forcefully. "All of it. Now," he snarled.

Harry shuddered unconsciously and closed his eyes to pull himself together. Then, with shaky hands, he took his shirt off to reveal his lean body beneath. The cold made his hair stand up on end. He fumbled with his jeans but he was feeling so disconnected from the situation that he couldn't remember how to undo the button.

He froze when he felt foreign touches on his ribs. He tried to shrink away but he was already trapped against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip as Draco touched him. His knees shook and his resolve crumbled inside him.

"What are you going to do?" he whispered.

"What do you think?"

He couldn't hold back his strangled whimper.

Draco leaned in while sliding his hands up to Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I won't until you beg for me."

Harry turned his head and stared at Draco in shock.

"What?" Draco smiled before placing his lips onto Harry's mouth and kissing him. Harry didn't respond but Draco was fine with that. He pulled away and inhaled slowly. "First kiss, right?"

Harry blushed.

Draco pressed his hand onto Harry's arm, running his thumb over the smooth skin. "You're always around," he murmured. "And I-"

Harry cupped Draco's face in his hands and kissed him clumsily. His heart was pattering in his chest and he sunk to the ground as his knees refused to hold him up. Before long, they were sprawled on the floor and Harry had wound his arms around Draco's narrow waist, pulling him closer and closer still. Draco hovered over him to lavish attention on his chest.

"Th-this is strange."

Draco looked up and snickered. "You know, I'd forgotten what you sounded like, Potter," he said. "You could talk to me once in a while. I don't mind."

Harry turned his head to the side and tried to stop his smile from showing. He hadn't smiled in so long.

"I want you," Draco confessed.

"Now?"

"Now. So beg me."

Harry shook his head. "You should beg for me," he mumbled.

"Isn't that what I've been doing all this time?"

"Everything's kind of quiet now," Blaise said absentmindedly.

Draco looked up at him without comment.

Blaise glanced away from his book for once. "With Potter gone, I mean," he added.

"I noticed," Draco said.

"Where do you think he is right now?"

"Don't know." He went back to resting his cheek on the table and closing his eyes. "Don't care."

"Stop kidding," Blaise muttered while rolling his eyes. "It's about time you left him alone."

"Yeah. Probably."

"What's done is done. He probably just got sick of-"

Draco lurched off the chair and grabbed his friend by the collar. He had stopped his fist from flying and now it simply hovered beside Blaise who was blinking up at him without a hint of shock in his expression. Draco gritted his teeth before letting go and sitting back down. The library had gotten even more silent and everyone was, no doubt, staring at the two boys sitting in the secluded corner.

Blaise returned to his book, unfazed as always. Draco pressed his hands to his face and steadily calmed himself down. His temper had bested him many times before. It would only get him into more trouble. He exhaled slowly to rid himself of some of the tension in his muscles.

"I heard he was being abused at home," Blaise continued to say. Either he was glutton for punishment or he was trying to say something.

"So?" Draco asked. His voice was plain and without emotion. It was the best way to deal with all things Potter.

"So he was being bullied at home and at school." Blaise shrugged. "Sounds like a pretty pathetic life to me. He probably just got sick of it."

Draco hadn't thought so. "Why do you care, Zabini?" he snapped.

Blaise flipped the page languidly.

After the disciplinary hearing and numerous detentions, Draco's parents had all but pulled him out of school. They had threatened to send him to a boarding school. He knew it was all empty threats, though. His parents would never send him away. He was their precious son after all. They simply pulled some strings and Draco was allowed to stay.

He couldn't be sure why he wanted to stay. Maybe he hoped that… something would happen.

"Why do you think he came back?"

Draco's stomach clenched. "What?" he asked in a hollow tone.

Blaise didn't bother looking up. "Why do you think he's back at school?" he murmured.

"He's back?"

"Hmm."

"I hate it at home," Harry said secretively. "I like being here."

Draco blew smoke into the air while staring up at the blue sky. "Because of me?" he asked.

"Hmm. Yes."

"Sweet talking son of bitch," Draco laughed. He turned his head to look at Harry who was smiling at the white clouds. "I like being here too. You're fun."

"Even when you bully me…" Harry rolled over on top of Draco and laid his cheek against the boy's chest. "I like the way you look at me. Am I that important?"

"You are to me."

He raced down the stairs, pushing past the crowd and frantically searching each face. His mind was racing with terrifying and exhilarating thoughts, causing his heart to sprint as well.

Only when he reached the first floor did he stop in his tracks.

Harry was standing by the wall of the corridor, smiling up at the chemistry teacher.

Smiling.

Harry had never smiled at anyone else before.

He couldn't.

Draco had closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

Harry's gaze slipped at that moment. Perhaps it was shock or confusion. Whatever it was, his smile faded without a trace just as Draco struck him. The corridor that had been bustling with traffic and noise was suddenly filled with terror and silence.

Draco slammed Harry against the lockers. The clang of metal echoed menacingly and it set everything in motion. Students, who had once sat back and turned a blind eye to Harry's scraped chin and hands, were now grabbing Malfoy and trying to force him back. Teachers were yelling at the students to get back and let them through.

The fact that Harry was the first one to throw the punch was startling. No one seemed to notice that the punch was nothing more of than a weak clip.

Draco felt dull pain on his jaw but he was more jolted by the fact that he had been punched than by the sting. He moved his eyes to meet Harry's.

Harry nodded once.

Draco swung his fist without warning, catching Harry's cheek. The boy staggered to the side with a muffled groan and fell to the ground.

Five minutes later, the two of them were in the principal's office being reprimanded in the sternest voice. Both of them stared at the ground dutifully with their hands in front of them. Neither heard a word that was being said to them. After what seemed like a lifetime of disappointed words and head shaking, the door to the office opened to reveal the school counselor.

"Mr. Potter," the headmaster said tiredly. "You may go with Ms. Rent."

"I want him to come with me."

The principal and the counselor appeared taken aback. Draco simply folded his arms in front of him without comment while Harry set his jaw with determination.

"Very well," the counselor murmured.

Soon the boys were seated on either end of the couch and the counselor sat across from them with a file on her lap and a pen in hand. "Mr. Malfoy," she started. "Do you realize that you assaulted Mr. Potter?"

"I hit him first," Harry interrupted.

"He obviously provoked you," the counselor corrected. "If you decide to press charges, he-"

"I want to speak with him alone."

She paused and tilted her head at Harry with a slight frown. "I can't allow that, Mr. Potter," she said carefully.

"Please," Harry murmured. "You can leave the door open."

Draco shifted in his seat, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees so he could hide his face in his shaky hands.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco didn't answer. He couldn't.

"He won't do anything if you're outside," Harry said smoothly. "Just for one minute, Ms. Rent. Please? I just need to talk."

The counselor let out a defeated sigh and got up, clearly showing her disapproval in her body language. She exited the room, nonetheless, but not before giving Harry that look that adults seemed to shoot at him nowadays. He simply nodded. She left the door open halfway.

They were finally alone now.

"You should have called," Draco choked out. "You could have called me. You should have-"

"I don't have your number."

"Then you should have called my house. Or you should have come see me. Or you could have sent me a letter. Or… or… anything, damn it!"

Harry reached out and pressed a hand to Draco's knee.

Draco slapped the hand away violently as he scrambled up on his feet. "FOUR FUCKING MONTHS!" he screamed.

When Ms. Rent rushed into the room, she found the boys in a tight embrace.

"If you would just get a phone," Draco whispered frantically through his tears, "you would have my number, won't you?"

"I'm not made of money," Harry murmured. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I messed up. I was pretty messed up. I didn't think you'd make such a scene."

"Shut up," Draco managed to stutter out. "I was scared, okay?"

Harry squeezed Draco tight. "I wasn't trying to kill myself."

"What?"

"I'm not stupid. I just… wanted to get hurt. I had to get away from that house, Draco. I couldn't handle it anymore."

Draco breathed in sharply and pulled back only to cup Harry's cheeks in his hands. "Wh-where are you living right now?" he stammered.

"I just got out of the rehab. I'm at a boy's home," Harry explained. "Just another few months 'til I'm eighteen and then… you can buy me that beach house."

Draco roved his eyes over Harry. Of course. It all made sense now. Harry would never try to kill himself. He wasn't naïve or weak. He was just a stupid boy. Just so bloody stupid. "You should have called…"

"I should have, huh?" Harry mumbled. "I was pretty messed up for a while. Sorry."

Draco leaned against Harry and closed his eyes. It felt nice to be held like this after so long.

He didn't know how long he stayed that way. He didn't care to find out. He hadn't realized how scared he had been until now. Now that he had Harry in front of him, he knew exactly how frightened he was. Now that everything inside him hurt, he knew how important Harry was in his life.

When he had finally calmed down his heart and mind, he realized that he was sitting on the couch with his head on Harry's shoulder. They were alone in the room. He gingerly pulled away and turned his neck this way and that to get rid of the nasty kink. Harry didn't speak. He simply smiled sheepishly. Draco scowled before pulling his legs up onto the sofa and laying his head on Harry's lap. "Please tell me I didn't just have a breakdown," he muttered.

"You didn't," Harry said sincerely.

"Ugh," Draco groaned. "I'm never coming to school again." He turned over and hid his face against Harry's stomach. "Are you hurt?"

"I broke a few things. I'm fine now." He stroked Draco's blond hair. "I just needed to do a lot of physical therapy and stuff… Whatever."

"Don't smile at other people."

Harry blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"I don't like it when you smile at other people," Draco told him. "Don't do it."

Harry scoffed. "I heard you were disciplined."

"So?"

"Serves you right."

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and hugged him tight. "You're the only one I bully," he mumbled. "I like you the best."

They were interrupted by the sound of heels outside the door. Before the handle could be turned, Draco whispered, "Tell her I'm asleep."

The door opened and the counselor paused when she saw Harry sitting on the couch with Draco lying on his lap. She closed the door behind her gently and walked up to them. Harry shrugged. "He's sleeping," he said.

"That's fine, Harry," she told him. "I need to speak with you, so we can let Mr. Malfoy sleep for a bit."

"I don't have anything to say," Harry mumbled.

She nodded patiently. "I'm sure you heard about the actions taken after your incident. You received the correspondences, right?"

"Hmm."

"Just answer yes or no. Were you bullied while in school?"

"Everyone's bullied," Harry remarked. "It's never affected me."

"Did Mr. Malfoy ever bully you?"

Draco smiled against Harry's shirt and tightened his grip. Harry also smiled in response. "Yeah," he nodded. "It's how he makes friends."

Draco poked Harry irritably, but inconspicuously. That was a pretty embarrassing thing to say. He could make friends without bullying them. If he thought really hard, he was sure he could come up with one friend he had made in a normal fashion.

"Then are you friends with Mr. Malfoy?"

Harry looked down at Draco's 'sleeping' face. "Yeah," he said quietly. "He's my best friend." Draco's eyes scrunched up in response. Harry moved his hand and placed it on the boy's shoulder. "I guess I'm his best friend too."

"Hmm," the counselor murmured. If she was feeling confused, she didn't show it. She simply nodded while glancing at the file in her hand. "So is there a reason Mr. Malfoy did not disclose this during his hearings?"

"He's just stupid."

Draco kissed Harry's stomach lightly through his shirt. He was pretty stupid.

"He probably thought it was his fault," Harry guessed.

"I see."

"Are you going to suspend him?"

"That is up to the headmaster to decide. He did assault you just now."

Draco didn't care if he was suspended again. School was almost up in any case and he would be allowed to write his exams. Then he would be done. He couldn't wait to be done.

Harry massaged his aching head in disgruntlement. "Okay," he mumbled in defeat. "I just… Okay."

"You don't have to protect him, Harry."

Draco nuzzled Harry under the pretense of stirring in his sleep. He settled down a moment later with a loud sigh.

"I'm just returning a favor," Harry clarified. "I don't mind protecting him."

"So he knew about your abuse?"

Harry clicked his tongue in frustration and didn't answer. He hated it when random strangers prodded him about his life. After that the counselor got no more answers out of him. She gave up a few minutes later. After telling him to take his time, she left him and Draco alone in the room once again.

"Hey."

"What?" Harry asked.

Draco turned over so he was staring up at Harry. Then he pressed a finger to his lips. Harry bent down and kissed him with a satisfied smile.

The cafeteria was bustling since it was lunch hour. Draco and his lackeys were at their usual table. While there had been quiet rumors floating for a couple weeks, no one had actually dared confront Draco about anything, not even his friends. He was fine with that. As far as he was concerned, nothing had happened.

From his vantage point, he could see Harry's back. The boy was hunched over, as always. He was most likely nibbling on his food, as always. He was just as always. Sympathetic students had been trying their darnedest to talk to him but he never responded with anything more than a monotonous word here or there. Usually he sat alone at lunchtime. He had had lunch alone for years. But now he was surrounded by awkwardly silent students who were most likely guilt-ridden.

Draco returned his attention to his food. It was nice to have Potter back. Things weren't so boring now. Things weren't boring at all. News of his breakdown had reached his parents because Ms. Rent just couldn't keep her mouth shut. However, he had refused to talk to them about anything. They didn't ask him after getting nothing but silence for the first couple days. They must have figured that as long as he hadn't done anything heinous, he was doing fine. And he was doing fine now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Potter finish up his lunch and get up. Some of the students around him got up with him. Draco's lips curled up in contempt. Who were they? His bodyguards? Harry didn't seem to notice. The boy was always in his own world. He threw the food out in the garbage can and shouldered his bag.

Draco stuck his foot out just as Harry passed by him. Harry stumbled with flailing arms. But before he could fall on his knees, he was jerked back, causing him to trip over his own shoes. He righted himself by planting his hands on the table. Then he realized that he was mere inches away from Draco.

"Watch where you're going, Potter," Malfoy smirked as he let go of Harry's shirt.

Harry quickly brushed his shirt smooth and turned to leave with his head down.

And, almost as an afterthought, he slid his hand along the side of the table and slapped Draco's books off. Everything fell with a loud thud and the ground was strewn with paper. "Oops," he muttered as he walked away.

The bustle in the cafeteria drew to a lull at that point. Draco watched him leave followed by awestruck fans. The bastard didn't even look back.

Draco turned around and propped his elbows on the table, pressing his fist to his lips as he tried to hold in his emotions. His friends stared at him with wide-eyes and horrified expressions. He flicked his eyes to the side and eyed the carnage that was once his arranged notes. After raking a hand through his hair in embarrassment, he jerked his head at Crabbe and Goyle. They didn't ask questions. They simply got out of their chairs and collected the books off the floor without arguing. Draco absently toyed with his fork, already lost in thought. He hadn't imagined that Potter would ever have the guts to try something like that. It definitely stung to get a taste of his own medicine. He hadn't realized how mortifying this would be. He glanced down at his dessert as his stomach churned and his eyes grew unfocused. His knee started bouncing on its own accord.

Oops.

Really?

"Damn it," he growled. "I'll be right back." Potter was always making him lose his cool. He could barely hide his smile… He rushed out of the cafeteria, disregarding the eyes that stared after him.

Harry was on his way to his locker when he heard the commotion behind him. Before he could turn, he was grabbed by the arm and dragged backwards. He didn't even have time to lurch away. He was shoved into the bathroom and then spun around before being pushed against the door.

Draco was the first one to break.

Outside, the bewildered students glanced at each other uncertainly as they heard laughter from the other side of the door.

Harry tried to stifle his voice behind his hand while Draco didn't even bother with it. "I-I'm sorry," Harry managed to say between gulps of air. "It just happened!"

"You're so humiliating," Draco snickered. "Don't ever do that."

"W-we're in the girl's loo," Harry added shakily.

The students jumped as they were caught off guard when the laughter grew louder still.

"Hmph," Harry gasped as his chuckles were cut short by a passionate kiss. He wound his arms around Draco and pulled him close. They arched into each other until Harry was almost bent backwards. Their tongues danced against each other playfully. It wasn't long before Harry simply gave up and melted into Draco. Their amusement quickly turned into quiet moans and sighs.

It was all over too soon.

Harry slumped against the door, dazed and euphoric. His stomach was cramping up from laughing and his head was fuzzy from the kiss. Draco stepped to the side and used the mirror to tidy himself up effortlessly. He finished off by brushing his hair smooth and wiping at his lips with his hand. Then he moved close to Harry and tilted his head down. "Don't try that again, Potter," he purred.

Harry looked away while blushing. His eyes widened in dismay as he caught sight of his reflection complete with bruised lips, messy hair and an overall aroused complexion.

"At least never in public," Draco whispered before gently shoving Harry out of the way and walking out.

The students who had gathered around the washroom door suddenly dispersed when they were met with Malfoy's icy glare.

He strode away with his hands in his pockets and a smirk at his lips. He could still taste Harry against his tongue. That would be enough to satisfy him for the day. He had exacted sweet, sweet revenge.

It certainly felt quite nice to bully Potter again.