There was always something about seeing Harry that boyish that made Draco torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to slap him. He was so infuriatingly handsome and yet it always managed to take Draco completely aback, almost as if he had forgotten that he could also look like that.<br/>“Shut up,” was what he ended up saying, knowing that nothing else that he could possibly want to say would be appropriate. They weren’t anything after all and Draco knew that they shouldn’t be anything, unsure if he even had the desire to be anything other than Harry’s friend, that didn’t stop his thoughts from running absolutely haywire whenever he looked wt him like that.