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First of the exchange drabbles. This one is for silviakundera, who requested mean!Draco. So I just told Draco to start kicking things and then the drabble ran away with me. Boys!Are!Silly!fic, in which Draco has special kicking shoes and his own brand of logic.

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Draco Malfoy really liked his shoes. They were black patent leather, handmade, and just perfect for kicking people with. He especially liked to kick Harry Potter, because Potter had the annoying habit of always beating Draco in everything. Draco didn't like being beaten, especially not by Potter, who was a whiny git and always complained when Draco kicked him.

"I-- OW! Dammit, Malfoy, will you stop kicking me?"

"Let me think. How about no?"

"What the fuck is your problem, Malfoy?"

"You're my problem! Why do you always have to beat me at everything?"

"It's not like I do it on purpose!"

" You do too!" Draco kicked him again, a very nice kick aimed perfectly at Potter's ankle.

"Ow! Stop kicking me, you freak!"

"Stop beating me, then!"

"If I let you win, will you please stop it?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Maybe," and watched in satisfaction as Potter sighed and limped away, no doubt to go whine to the Weasel.

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Three days later, Draco was very pleased with the grades on their Transfiguration test. He was second only to Granger, which really counted as being first. It seemed his little talk with Potter had helped.

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He conveniently managed to corner Potter alone in the hallway that evening. Potter didn't seem too pleased with this, but then, Draco found that Potter was rarely pleased with anything Draco did.

"What do you want?"

"There’s no need to get insulting, Potter."

"You started it!"

"I most certainly did not!"

"You called me 'scarhead'!"

"That wasn't an insult, that was merely stating the facts. You do have a scar on your head, don't you?"

"..."

"Anyway, as I was trying to say, thank you."

"Er?"

"I said 'Thank you,' Potter. It's a common expression in the English langue. Those of us who have not been raised by wolves use it to express gratitude, especially towards someone who has done us a favour."

"Oh. Um. You're welcome, I guess." Potter was toeing the ground, which Draco, annoyingly enough, found rather endearing.

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That Saturday, Slytherin played Gryffindor, and at the end of the game, Draco was very surprised suddenly find himself holding the Snitch.

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"Potter!"

"Now what?"

"Didn't we go over this last time? No need to be insulting. Anyway, you didn't need to let me win at Quidditch, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I um. Wanted to."

"Oh." Horrified, Draco noticed he was blushing, which really, really made him want to kick Potter. Unfortunately, Potter was toeing the ground again, making it impossible to even think about kicking him. So he did the next best thing, grabbed Potter's tie, yanked him closer, and kissed him.

"Mpfg. Malfoy? What the--?"

"It's called a kiss, Potter. Were you raised by wolves?"

Potter muttered, "Shut up, you prat," and Draco suddenly found himself being pulled into another kiss. This, he decided, was definitely a much more pleasant way to shut Potter up.

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I hope you like it, pet. And in exchange for this, I would like some Marcus/Lee. If you please. :D

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And Draco and his SPECIAL KICKING SHOES!!!! (I was grinning and giggling all through writing this, DAMN YOU!)

Also, wheeeeee!