Draco: No, don’t even think about it.
Harry: We’ve been here for hours!
Draco: So I’m sure you can wait a couple more.
Harry: It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just a quick peck and –
Draco: I don’t want a quick peck.
Harry: Alright, I’ll use tongue then.
Draco: Potter! Don’t be crass.
Harry: I’m tired. And I’m hungry. And my legs hurt. So I’ll be as crass as I want, thank you very much.
Draco: So uncivilized.
Harry: At least I’m not such a proud snob that I can’t even lower myself to kiss someone just for a second.
Draco: The mistletoe can only hold us in place for seven hours so we’re already halfway there. Stop being so impatient.
Harry: Come on, Malfoy. I want to go to bed. Just let me kiss you.
Harry: Why are you being so difficult about this? It’s just a kiss.
Draco: It’s not just a kiss, Potter. It’s never just a kiss.
Harry: What does that mean?
Draco: It means I am not kissing you.
Harry: Come on, it could be fun.
Draco: What did you just say?
Harry: I’ve been told I have a wicked tongue.
Draco: Potter! Stop. I can’t unhear that. What is wrong with you?
Harry: You’re really going to make us stand here for another three hours?
Draco: The mistletoe is making us stand here, Potter.
Harry: You’re infuriating.
Harry: Free at last! No thanks to you, Mal -
Draco: Do you still want to kiss me?
Harry: Excuse me?
Draco: I’m asking if you would be amenable to us kissing now, Potter?
Harry: You want to kiss me?
Draco: Yes. If –
Harry: So we’ve been standing here all night and now you’re telling me you want to kiss me?
Harry: Are you having me on?
Draco: You haven’t answered my question. Are you amenable – “
Harry: Why didn’t you let me kiss you before?
Draco: I don’t want you to kiss me because you have to. I want you to kiss me because you want to.
Harry: You bloody bastard! Why didn’t you say this earlier? We could have solved this in two seconds if you just told me this. WE’VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR SEVEN HOURS.
Draco: There’s no need to shout. If you’re not amenable to –
Harry: I AM AMENABLE. THAT’S WHAT I’M TELLING YOU. You made us wait seven hours for nothing. I’ve wanted to kiss you long before we got stuck under this stupid mistletoe.
Harry: Seven hours. I can’t believe you.
Draco: Does this mean I can kiss you now?
Harry: No. Come find me in another seven hours and –
Harry: Fine. But only because I can’t bear to wait any longer. Seven hours. You absolute twat.