Harry: Fudge? I always thought he smelled like boiled cabbage.
Draco: *scowls* You're ruining my glorious moments of revelation.
Harry: Oh, right, sorry. *pause* You're not going to faff about in girly clothes now, are you?
Draco: *looks seductive* Only if you want me to.
Harry: Oh-dear-god-no.
Draco: WELL FINE.
Harry: You can dramatic flair all you want though. *looks seductive back* In fact, I could use me some dramatic flair right about now.
Draco: I'M ALREADY DOING THAT.
Harry: Yeah, with the capslock. *ardent look* That's hot.
Draco: *relents* *plays with Harry's hair* You can see why I fell for you in fifth year.