Summary:

"What is it?" Harry demanded, annoyed and silently cursing the blonde git's height when he had to tilt his chin up to glare into stormy-grey eyes.

For what seemed like the first time in the five years that Harry had known him, Draco Malfoy hesitated before speaking.

"Well? I haven't got all night Malfoy", he scowled. "Why's your hand bleeding Potter?" Malfoy asked quietly, his perfect eyebrows drawn together as he frowned looking down at Harry's injured hand.