Nobody ever asked my birthday

What is Politeness?

Draco Malfoy looked at Harry Potter. Looked up, that is, because he was still stuck abed. "What do you suppose politeness is, Potter?"

"Walking on eggshells," Harry said, his mind awash in the crack of eggs before an early morning breakfast. Walking on eggs was easy, they were designed to be sat upon. Walking on eggshells was impossible.

Draco Malfoy was a far more patient teacher than Snape ever was. He gave Harry Potter a long look, and eventually said, "You told Granger her dress was pretty. How polite was that?"

Malfoy didn't need to reference when that was, Hermione had never worn a dress in public other than Yule Ball. Claimed trousers were more comfortable - the last time Romilda Vane had asked her, in that too-sweet voice. "That was truthful," Harry insisted, "Even you can't say otherwise." and paused, letting the scene unfold around him. Ron had been right ticked off, and Harry had said that to soften what was sure to be an insanely horrid scene. It hadn't worked.

Draco Malfoy simply raised an eyebrow at Potter's statement.

"I was trying to do good, not right." Harry said slowly, "I didn't want to see either of them get hurt."

"No concern for Krum?" Draco Malfoy smirked.

"He's no friend of mine." Harry said smoothly, an idea sparking in his head.

"Were you trying to prevent that ridiculous blowup, Potter?" Malfoy said, his grey eyes sparkling with mirth.

Harry hung his head, saying, as if he'd been chided, "Yes."

"My general inclination would have been to enjoy the fracas," Draco Malfoy said. Harry didn't doubt Malfoy meant every single word.

Malfoy then pursed his lips, "Then again, that may be due to sheer novelty. Slytherins despise broadcasting fights."

"Poison's more your style." Harry said, with a grin, lacing his hands behind his head.

"Politeness is not the same thing as kindness. My mother excels in being perfectly polite, yet her soft words hide pitfalls." Draco Malfoy said.

"Politeness is acting within the scope of acceptable behavior." Harry Potter said.

"Quite," Draco Malfoy said, "When you attempt to be kind, you should exploit the difference."

Harry blinked at that. For lessons on decorum, this was actually sounding like lessons on when not to be polite. "How so?"

"In general, the key to avoiding internal strife is to find a common foe." Draco Malfoy said.

Harry gave him a blank look, "your point?" He eventually responded with.

"You could have suggested a plot to spill fruit punch all over my august personage," Malfoy managed to say that with the perfect over-the-top prattishness. "Preferably from behind, of course."

Harry nodded, for a second, and then his eyes flashed down, almost pinning Malfoy with his intent gaze, "Hang a jot, is that what you've been using me for?"

Draco Malfoy smirked, "Of course. You didn't think you were that important, did you?"

A steady reminder that 'it's not always about you, Harry Potter.'

"Ow, my ego," Harry said, rubbing a hand along his cheek, pretending like he'd been punched.

[a/n: Draco keeps on refusing to cooperate. I just wanted him to show Harry how to relax and not look too priggishly pompous! But no-o, Draco has to make points and be all wise and shit.

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