Misunderstood
By: Liz
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am using them for fun, not profit. If you sue me, all you'll get are around $50,000 in college loans.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Author's Notes: Yes, I know, the 'overheard and misinterpreted conversation' scenario probably has been done many times before, but I got inspired to write this anyway. Family dinners can be evil, sometimes....
Archiving: Anywhere, just keep my name and disclaimers attached.
Feedback is always appreciated. Flames will be ignored and then sent to my college in lieu of payment...and to piss them off.

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"What're you blaming *me* for?"

"Why do you think I'm blaming you? Just look at it!"

"What, pray tell, am I looking for?"

"You touched it, and now look. It's all stiff and swollen."

"I barely touched you!"

"Whatever. You did, and now I demand you do something about it."

"And, what exactly, would you have me do?"

"I don't know-rub it! You have to do something, Potter."

"Will you shut up if I do?"

"Maybe."

"Oh, *fine*!'

*low moan, then a yelp*

"I don't think it's working. It's only getting stiffer...and it hurts now, too."

"You are such a drama queen, Malfoy. Fine, then-what do you want me to do?"

"Try stroking it. Soothe it."

"The things I do for people...."

"Oh, you routinely go around rubbing people?" *soft sigh*

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! I mean, I think it's helping. *moans* Yes, definitely helping."

"So happy to please."

"Hey, you don't know how good this feels, Potter. Maybe if you're really good, I'll rub you."

"I await that with baited breath."

*load moan, followed by a whimper of contentment*

"You don't need to keep rubbing-it's better now."

*sigh of relief*

"Well, if you'll just fasten up your clothing, let's get out of here. I'd hate to be found with you."

"Yes, wouldn't want the Golden Boy reputation to be ruined."

"Stuff it, Malfoy."

The two teenagers walked out of the room they had been in, only to have Draco come to a halt, causing Harry to run straight into him. "What's the hold-up, Malfoy?"

Draco nudged a pile of something with his foot. "I think this belongs to you, Potter."

Harry looked over Draco's shoulder, and saw a long sprawl of something that ended in red hair. "Ron? I...do you think he heard us?"

Draco shrugged. "It's a possibility. Would explain why he's passed out in front of the door."

"Well, I'll get him back to the dorm. You-go!" Harry sighed and took out his wand. "Last time I ever tap *you* on the shoulder-not if you're going to have that kind of reaction."

Draco grinned. "It was the perfect excuse to have you touch me, though." Then he scampered off, leaving Harry standing in the hall, staring after him and wondering....

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The End