Title: Was Not
Summery: Harry and Draco argue about the most trivial thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. Nothing else I can think of.
"Malfoy, I kissed you, because you were being an utter imbecile; I couldn't take it anymore. I needed you to shut up."
Draco rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head Harry was worried they may never appear again. "So, do you go around kissing every human who needs to shut up? 'Cause I've to tell you, Potter, you've got your work cut out for you."
Harry crossed his arms. "No," he huffed, "Malfoy, I swear to you, if I kissed you because of your," he coughed, "irresistible charm; you'd know it."
"Good, because you did, and I do know it." Draco smiled.
"Malfoy," Harry barked, "I think I of all people know what my own kissing intentions were. Plus, you have no charm; you are charmless. You do, however, talk, whine, and rant forever and ever. You are like a great, big, insulting, and bratty box of… I don't know. Something that never shuts up. It was my only option. So I'd appreciate it if—"
"Potter," Draco interrupted, arched an eyebrow, and smirked, "Shut up and kiss me."
Harry leaned in and kissed the other boy without protest.
When they parted, Draco tilted forward and bit Harry's earlobe. Harry moaned as Draco licked the side of his ear before Draco whispered, "Was too." Then Draco sprinted away laughing like a maniac.