Of Bicycles and Bickering
Title: Of Bicycles and Bickering
Summary: Draco's competitiveness gets out of hand. Fortunately Harry is around.
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 800 (approx.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. This was written purely for fun, not profit.
A follow up to A Little Less Competition
Written for the slythindor100's Challenge #140: photo prompt. Fits the May prompt: Hero for hd-fluff
“BICYCLE! BICYCLE!”
“Stop it”
“I want to ride my bi-cy-KAL…”
“Stop. It”
“I want to ride my biiiiike…”
“Malfoy- for the love of Merlin, put a sock in it!”
Harry seethed and cursed a blue streak as the blond ignored him in favour of yowling like a Kneazle on the wrong end of an Aguamenti. They were cycling down to Hogsmeade- one of Hermione’s bright ideas. She had decided that ‘it would be nice’ to transfigure some bicycles and ride into town instead of walking this time. The suggestion had been welcomed by most of the class. Even the Slytherins had been persuaded to try the curious Muggle contraptions.
Hence Harry’s current predicament.
“I want to ride my bi-cy-KAL, I want to ride it where I liiike” Malfoy bellowed, merrily sailing past him. The Gryffindor gritted his teeth and pedalled furiously. The prat had been cycling and singing for thirty minutes now and Harry was about ready to tear his hair out. When he found the bastard who had taught Malfoy that infuriating song…
He was mentally counting to ten for the fourth time when the blond in question started his horrific yodelling yet again “I want to ride my…”
“Don’t. You. Dare finish that!” Harry bit out through clenched teeth; the thunderous look on his face leaving no doubt that now would be a very good time to back down.
Obviously, Draco did not back down. “It’s a free country, Potter. I’ll sing if I want to” he said snottily, ringing his bell to make a point.
“Is that what you call it?” Harry snapped. “It sounds like a mandrake orgy!”
“Of course, I could be persuaded to stop” Draco mused airily.
Harry nodded almost desperately. At this point, Malfoy could have the bloody Sword of Gryffindor if he would just stop his bellyaching.
“We race till Hogsmeade!” the blond announced cheerfully “And no legging it like you did last time, you lazy git!” he added, scowling at the dark haired boy. Clearly, he was still upset by Harry’s escape during their last ‘race’. In the Gryffindor's defence- it was 3 in the morning and he had been in no mood to deal with Malfoy's particular brand of lunacy. Right now though, he was out of options.
“Fine” he relented “We’ll have the stupid race. Just don’t sing. Ever”
Draco responded with a haughty lift of his chin. “I’ll call this time” he said “On your mark. Set. GO!”
“You prat! You started at set!” Harry yelled as he peddled furiously after the cheating bastard. They boys raced neck and neck, each out to win- Draco because he was competitive to the point of maniacal, and Harry because he was just plain pissed off.
He didn’t remember when exactly the pushing began but he was pretty sure Draco started it. Nonetheless, they had started batting at each other in a desperate attempt to get ahead. Harry hadn’t even realised that their stupid tussling had gotten so out of hand but the next thing he knew, an extra hard shove had Draco careening off the road and colliding rather spectacularly with a tree.
“Shit!” Harry cried, his hero instincts kicking in as he dismounted from his bike and rushed to the blond lying by the road in a crumpled heap. “Malfoy!” he yelled, gripping hold of the prone Slytherin and shaking him frantically “Draco…say something! Talk to me!”
“Did I win?” Draco asked, blinking.
Harry gaped. “You absolute…yes, yes you won! Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?” He checked the Slytherin over carefully, heart pounding in his chest. Draco didn’t seem hurt. He was obviously concussed though- because there was no way he would have voluntarily curled against Harry’s chest if he wasn’t. Or wrapped his arms around his neck. And Harry certainly wouldn't have rubbed his back making soft, crooning noises the whole time. Maybe they were both concussed. Yeah, that was probably it...
“I think I hurt my ankle," Draco mumbled, shaking slightly "And…and I broke my bicycle” He sniffed and rubbed his eyes and all of Harry’s previous annoyance melted away at the sight of this infuriating, vulnerable, somewhat cute idiot nestled up against him. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around the blond and stroked his hair. Concussed or not, the stupid prat clearly needed some reassurance and Harry was- for reasons unknown- willing to oblige.
“It’s okay” he murmured soothingly “How about I take you back to the castle and Pomfrey can fix you up?”
Draco nodded but didn't let go. Harry allowed himself a small smile as he freed himself from the blond tangle and mounted his bike again. Draco returned his smile shyly and perched himself behind Harry, wrapping his slim arms around his middle. Harry shivered slightly at the sudden warmth against his back and with a soft sigh, he started peddling back to Hogwarts. The companionable silence lasted for all of five seconds before...
“I want to ride my bi-cy-KAL, I want to ride my biiiike…”
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Follow up: The Amazing Archery of Draco Malfoy
Draco's tune of choice was 'Bicycle' by Queen. Check it out and you may have an idea of why Harry was so pissed off :P