The Hogwarts Poets' Society

They both walked down to the kitchen in silence. It was almost an awkward silence. What do you say to your sworn enemy when you are going down to the kitchens together? Someone really ought to write a book on this stuff, Draco thought. You could call it 1000 Conversation Starters for Those Awkward Times. It would be a best seller. You could have a whole chapter on How to Talk about Evil Dark Lord's Horrible, Humiliating Past without Dying. Then you could have another chapter on How to Talk to Your Possibly Former Sworn Enemy.

Harry stopped abruptly. Draco, mentally titling another chapter in his future best-seller, ran into the back of him. Harry turned around and gave him a funny look.

"Why'd you stop?" Draco asked, rubbing his nose. Harry gestured unhelpfully towards a painting of a bowl of fruit. Obviously, Draco was missing something because when there wasn't a look of comprehension on Draco's face, Harry rolled his eyes.

"This is the entrance to the kitchens!" Harry said exasperated.

"It is?"

"No, I'm just making that up as a cruel, sick joke," Harry said sarcastically. Draco had never heard Harry be sarcastic before and was, therefore, quite surprised and did not recognize it for where it was.

"Ooh, I love cruel, sick jokes!" he replied, very excited that he and the Gryffindor had something in common. Another Look from Harry shut him up, though.

"That was sarcasm."

"Ah. Well, then."

There was an awkward silence.

"Haven't you ever been to the kitchens before?" Harry asked, finally.

"No," said Draco promptly. Harry was dumbstruck.

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's sad!" Harry said. He didn't mention that the only times he had been to the kitchen was to get food for Snuffles or help Hermione with S.P.E.W.

"It's not like I don't nick food," said Draco, rather irritable.

"How do you nick food if you haven't been down to the kitchens?" Harry asked.

"I get someone else to do it for me," Draco said, lifting his head up slightly as if to suggest that he was superior to mundane tasks like nicking food for himself.

"Typical," Harry muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing," Harry lied.

"What, too chicken to say it?" Draco taunted.

"Draco Darling Malfoy, so regal he can't even nick his own food," Harry said contemptuously.

"Oh, you think I'm regal do you?"

"No, I think you're a spoiled little twit!" Harry spat. "You've never had to do anything. You're a spoiled, pampered little freak. You're worse than Dudley Dursley!"

"What, that Muggle boy you live with? Oh, does he pick on poor Harry Potter, too?" Draco adopted baby-talk and mocked him openly. "Poor wittle Potter can't even defend himself against a stupid Muggle oaf!"

Harry gave a frustrated growl. Draco laughed at him.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I'll laugh at you any time that I want to!"

"I said don't laugh at me," Harry said, more angrily this time.

"Oh, sure, try to be all menacing and stuff. I have fuzzy bunny slippers more menacing than you!"

"SHUT UP!" Harry roared and slammed Draco up against the wall. His face was inches from Draco's. He was breathing heavily.

"Going to hurt me, Harry," Draco whispered dangerously. Harry was shaking slightly. Draco leaned in the final half an inch separating their faces and kissed him.

This, of course, was a complete cliché, Draco though lightly as he raised his hand up to Harry's face. Every time someone thinks about our first kiss, it's during a fight, right at the point where one or the other of us is going to hurt the other one.

Suddenly Harry's hand found Draco's chest and he pushed the boy away angrily. Draco stumbled back a few steps before falling on his ass.

"I said don't laugh at me," he said, before turning around to tickle a pear.

"Oh, yes, you're so scary when you're tickling a piece of fruit!" Draco laughed as he stood up and smoothed down the front of his robes.

"Look," Harry said, turning around. "You act all huffy when I try to put things back to normal, so I invite you down to the kitchens. Now you're being a complete ass! What the hell do you want from me?"

"I was just playing," Draco said lightly.