The Gryffindor common room buzzed with the usual evening chatter as the brunette sat on a couch, glaring at his phone with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. He had just mistakenly sent a scathing email about Draco Malfoy directly to the blond himself, and now he braced himself for the fallout.
Across the room, Malfoy was also glued to his phone, his expression a mix of amusement and irritation. He had received Potter's unintentional rant and was debating how best to respond when a snicker caught his attention.
Looking up, Draco found Weasley and Granger trying—and failing—to suppress their laughter. Hermione waved her phone in the air, indicating she had seen the email too.
"Harry," Ron managed between chuckles, "you really sent that to Malfoy?"
The brunette scowled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It was a mistake, alright? I meant to send it to Hermione."
Hermione grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, it's certainly the talk of the common room now."
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, Draco's friends Blaise and Theodore hovered around him, eagerly awaiting his reaction. When he showed them the email, Blaise burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.
"Potter's got quite the way with words," Blaise teased, his smirk widening.
Draco rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. "He's insufferable."
Theodore snickered, nudging him playfully. "Looks like Potter really knows how to get under your skin, Malfoy."
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry sighed, realizing his mistake had turned into fodder for entertainment among his friends and Draco's alike. He glanced at his phone again, half-expecting a scathing reply from Draco.
Instead, a message popped up:
Email from Harry Potter to Hermione
Granger:
Subject: Malfoy
Dear Hermione,
Can you believe the nerve of Malfoy? He's more insufferable than ever, strutting around like he owns the place. Honestly, I don't know how you put up with him. If I have to endure one more snide comment or arrogant smirk, I swear I'll—
The next morning, as the Gryffindor hurried through the Hogwarts corridors on his way to Defense Against the Dark Arts, he spotted the Slytherin leaning casually against a wall, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Potter," Draco drawled, his voice dripping with amusement, "Imagine my surprise when I received your heartfelt message."
Harry's cheeks burned crimson as he halted in his tracks, glaring at Draco. "It was a mistake, Malfoy. I meant to send it to Hermione."
Draco chuckled softly, crossing his arms. "Oh, I'm well aware, Potter. It's not every day one receives such eloquent insults from the Boy Who Lived."
Harry scowled, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle deeper. "Can we just forget about it?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk lingering. "Oh, I don't think so, darling. I'm rather enjoying this newfound honesty between us."
Rolling his eyes, Harry huffed in frustration. "Of course you would."
Their banter echoed down the corridor, drawing amused glances from passing students and whispers of the infamous email incident. Ron and Hermione caught wind of it later that day, exchanging knowing looks and chuckles as they shared the anecdote with their friends.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, Blaise and Theodore teased Draco mercilessly about the email, earning eye rolls and exasperated sighs from their blond friend.
And so, the accidental email incident became a humorous anecdote whispered about in the halls of Hogwarts.