Harry Potter was in no mood for this right now. No mood for this anytime either for that matter, but still.
"Malfoy!" he snapped, stalking over to the other in question. He wasn't going to stand for any of this shit, nope, and he wasn't going to back down either. So there. "Did you start a rumor about me wearing pink unicorn pants? I'm going to hex you!"
But...the response wasn't expected. Draco Malfoy just sighed.
"Whatever, Potter. Do as you please."
That shocked Harry. "Malfoy, are you okay? Are you sick? Are you hurt somewhere? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Usually he wouldn't be this concerned either, don't get him wrong, but still! This was extreme!
"I'm just tired."
Harry blinked. "Oh. Okay. Do you... err... Do you want me to rub your shoulders or something?"
"...please, do us all a favour and rub him a little lower." Pansy Parkinson muttered.
Malfoy looked mortified. "Pansy!"
"No, it's okay." Harry said.
"...wait what?" Draco said suddenly. He blushed.