(Please see ladynutmeg's questions above, in this thread, (http://www.livejournal.com/users/amanuensis1/21972.html?thread=483796) for the events which led to this:)
Draco: (sniffles)
Harry: Ssh, it's okay. Look the bruising's almost gone. This ointment's doing the job.
Draco: (whimpers) You hit my FACE.
Harry: I said I was sorry.
Draco: My FACE, you git!
Harry: You're going to be fine. I didn't ruin your pretty face, dammit.
Draco: PRETTY? Malfoys aren't PRETTY, not male Malfoys, anyway, we're sexy and gorgeous and... and luminous, we're not pretty!
Harry: Oh, yeah, well as you keep saying, I'M a male Malfoy now; so I assume that applies to me too?
Draco: No. But you do have something of the tousle-headed intellectual about you, with those glasses, so, you'll pass.
Harry: Tousle-hea-- you know, I don't think you're hurt as badly as you're pretending.
Draco: Yes, I am. This is killing me. I shall be dead before morning, just from the pain. Unless...
Harry: Unless?
Draco: Unless... you distract me somehow.
Harry: What, you want me to kiss it and make it better?
Draco: Sort of. I was thinking of someplace a bit lower, though.
Harry: You've got a one-track mind, you know that?
Draco: Shut up and save your husband's life.
Harry: Well, I wouldn't want to be accused of murder.
Draco: Trust you to always be thinking of yoursel-- ooh.
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Worst Happiest Day Harry and Draco reply:
Date: 2003-08-06 10:41 am (UTC)Draco: (sniffles)
Harry: Ssh, it's okay. Look the bruising's almost gone. This ointment's doing the job.
Draco: (whimpers) You hit my FACE.
Harry: I said I was sorry.
Draco: My FACE, you git!
Harry: You're going to be fine. I didn't ruin your pretty face, dammit.
Draco: PRETTY? Malfoys aren't PRETTY, not male Malfoys, anyway, we're sexy and gorgeous and... and luminous, we're not pretty!
Harry: Oh, yeah, well as you keep saying, I'M a male Malfoy now; so I assume that applies to me too?
Draco: No. But you do have something of the tousle-headed intellectual about you, with those glasses, so, you'll pass.
Harry: Tousle-hea-- you know, I don't think you're hurt as badly as you're pretending.
Draco: Yes, I am. This is killing me. I shall be dead before morning, just from the pain. Unless...
Harry: Unless?
Draco: Unless... you distract me somehow.
Harry: What, you want me to kiss it and make it better?
Draco: Sort of. I was thinking of someplace a bit lower, though.
Harry: You've got a one-track mind, you know that?
Draco: Shut up and save your husband's life.
Harry: Well, I wouldn't want to be accused of murder.
Draco: Trust you to always be thinking of yoursel-- ooh.