"Shut up!", Harry pushed his hand away, "And that incident was ten years ago! We were eight!".

Draco clucked his tongue, "Correction. You were eight. I was nine. And I had only used a pick-up line I had heard from my older cousin", he shrugged.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "You literally came over to me, and I quote, went 'Can I get your picture to show Santa what I need for Christmas?'. Seriously!".

"You didn't deny that you liked it", Draco smirked.

Harry spluttered, "Ugh, fine. It was smooth. Now go, I need to finish this torture called math".

The blond rolled his eyes, "Alright! Do your math", he leaned over, his mouth near the raven's ear, "But if you need anything, just multiply the numbers and ring me".

As Harry glared at Draco's retreating back, he looked down at the two numbers and sighed, "Sure, why not", but his traitorous lips curled into a smile nonetheless.

Shit, I'm in love...

Chal wahan jaate hain, chal wahan jaate hain
Pyar karne chalo hum wahan jaate hain
Chal wahan jaate hain, chal wahan jaate hain
Pyar karne chalo hum wahan jaate hain

Let's go there, let's go there
To love eachother, let us both go there

Ugh, fine.

Heyyyyy
I knew you would either call or text me within an hour
;-)

Shut up
Help me with math

Ask nicely

Ugh
Draco Malfoy, will you spare some time from your busy life
schedule and help this poor being with homework?

Why should I?

Just help me, you prick!

Oh you would like my prick, wouldn't you?

Gosh
Please stop and help

Fine!

Instead of getting a reply, Harry got a ring from his phone.

"Yes?", The pompous bastard from the other side called.

"Why call me?".

He heard a sigh, "Well, I thought listening properly to it might help".

"Oh how considerate of you, I'm honoured", Harry rolled his eyes, his blush deepening as Draco chuckled softly.


(

The beautiful music)

"- And that's why it equals to one", Draco ended with a deep breath, "Understood?".

Harry hummed from the other side, "Thanks".

"The pleasure is all mine, princess".

"Why princess?! Why not prince?", Harry whined, before cursing loudly.

"Always knew you like to be called nicknames", The blond smiled, "My prince".

The raven mushed his face into the pillow, nearly screaming.

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