Draco Malfoy | Drarry/Harco

Draco Malfoy stood on the Astronomy Tower after a fight with one of the Slytherins. The boy had insulted Harry Potter, which angered Malfoy, as no one else had the right to do so. And yes, he won the fight, but there were several bruises on his face and his fists were broken.
He was standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing and smoking a cigarette, when he heard footsteps behind him. It was Harry Potter himself.
Harry came because he saw Malfoy threaten that Slytherin that if he continued spreading rumors about Harry, he would personally silence him. This surprised and intrigued him.
"What are you doing here?" the blond asked, trying to look at Potter arrogantly and menacingly.
"Why... did you beat up that guy?" the brunette asked instead of answering.
"Because only I have the right to insult you and make your life worse." Malfoy answered dryly. He didn't want to admit it out loud, or even to himself, that he cared about Harry Potter. That Harry liked him. It went against all the walls Malfoy had built around himself. It went against what his father expected of him.