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Ficlet: Chasing Draco
The first week of May isn't even over yet, and I've already started slacking off on the drabbles. To be fair, I've been working on a multi-chaptered Final Fantasy story that's eating away at what's left of my brain. So here's a 300 word ficlet to make up for my utter and complete fail.

Title: Chasing Draco
Characters: Harry/Draco, Blaise
Rating: PG-13


"We probably shouldn't--" Draco began, but promptly fell silent when Blaise pressed a finger to his lips.

"Would you please stop worrying?" Blaise whispered. "Since when are you the voice of reason, anyway?"

Draco glared and pushed his friend's hand away. "Since you decided it was a good idea to drag me along to my death."

"Oh please, you--" Blaise stopped speaking abruptly and tilted his head to the side. "Shh, I think I hear them."

Draco fell silent and peered around the corner above Blaise, who had crouched down to give him room. Potter and Weasley had just stumbled out of the pub with their arms around each other. Draco couldn't help but smile; they wouldn't even see it coming.

The first balloon landed in front of Weasley with a wet splat, and Draco let out a quiet chuckle when the ginger freak blinked at it for a second before squeaking and jumping backwards. The second shot hit its target-- the top of Potter's head-- and exploded with a splash.

Two seconds later, Draco and Blaise were running for their lives.

"Get back here, you twits," Potter called as he gave chase. "I swear when I catch you--"

"You'll drip on us?" Blaise shouted back, already halfway down the street.

Draco's snickering was cut short when an arm wrapped around his waist and squeezed before unceremoniously shoving him against the nearest shop window.

"What," Potter murmured, "did you think you were doing?"

Draco shivered and stopped fighting, pressing himself back against Potter's chest instead. "Making sure you weren't spending Weasley's last night as a single man acting like one."

"Jealous?" Potter laughed, soft and warm against Draco's ear.

"Hardly," Draco sniffed. "And get off me, you're dripping all over my cashmere."

"That's okay," Potter whispered. "By the time I'm done punishing you, you'll be covered in a lot more than water."