A/N: A weird plot bunny that wouldn't go away until I wrote it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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"Will you go out with me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Have you seen how scruffy you are Potter? Do something with that hair."

The next time Draco saw Harry his hair was shorter and jelled into place.

"Will you go out with me now?"

"No."

"Why?"

"You're such a Gryffindor. You're even wearing red. And do you call this fashion sense? Get a new wardrobe."

The next day when Draco saw Harry he was wearing an emerald green top and tight black trousers.

"Will you go out with me yet?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Those stupid glasses. I thought I told you to get some fashion sense. Well they aren't fashionable. Do something about them."

When Draco saw Harry lounging by the Lake two days later he was wearing a pair of thin wire frames that made his emerald eyes stand out.

"Will you go out with me?" Harry asked as Draco's shadow fell across him.

"Once again: no."

"Why not?"

"Look at your nails. And the palms of your hands. They're so calloused. You don't take care of yourself. Sort them out."

When Harry passed Draco a bottle of murtlap essence during the next potions lesson, Draco saw that his hands were now silky smooth, the nails polished and perfectly rounded.

"Will you go out with me now?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"For Merlin's sake, Potter! Grow a spine. Stop being a little hero and doing what everyone tells you. Be yourself."

When Harry came into breakfast on Saturday his hair was its usual untameable mess. The thick round glasses were back and his nails were rough were they'd been bitten. Draco raised his eyebrows and the green jumper and tight black jeans as Harry walked over to him but Harry just shrugged.

"I needed new clothes anyway. And I like green. Will you go out with me now?"

"No."

"Why not!?"

"Because you're you and I'm me."

"That's not a reason!"

"Yes it is. I want someone who doesn't have to change to be perfect. Now go away."

"So all of that was for nothing?"

"Yes."

Harry left and Draco didn't see him again for nearly a week. When he did it was in the Library.

"Potter."

"Yes?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"What?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you're a picky bugger and you'll decide I'm not perfect enough for you and dump me by the end of the week."

"I won't though. I've realised. I don't want perfection. I want you and your messy hair and your stupid glasses and your rough hands and everything. I want you-"

Draco was cut off as Harry leant forward and pulled him into a kiss. After a few seconds they broke apart.

"Right, um, good," Draco said and Harry laughed "I'd better be going. I have some homework to do."

"Okay," Harry said, grinning "oh, and Draco, do something about your shirt."

"What? Don't start that on me."

"No, it's just; you've got ink on it."

Draco gave a shriek and looked down at his ruined shirt before sprinting out of the Library and disappearing from sight Harry smirked to himself putting his inkpot back on the table and wondering how else to get revenge on his boyfriend.

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A/N: Hey, not as bad as I thought it would be. So, tell me what you thought.