The girls are fighting
Harry’s POV
“YOU FUCKING DICK SUCKING MAMA’S BOY!” I scream at the blonde bastard that stands before me in Snapes office.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU LITTLE PRICK,” Draco screams back “AT LEAST MY MOM IS ALIVE!”
Snape finally decides to speak up, “Boys….enough!” Snape speaks sternly and loudly, his gruff voice sounds through the office.
“At least my mom cared,” I say quietly under my breath with an eye roll. I look at Snape expecting to get berated about my ‘disrespectful attitude’ or whatever his issue was today.
“OH THAT’S IT,” Draco yells, I turn to look at him only to see him lunching at me, fists ready for a fight. I stumble back in surprise grabbing onto Snape’s desk only to feel a peculiar object. The object from Snape’s desk falls to the ground with a small clink. I go to pick it up at the same time as Draco tries to attack me again. Making me step forward onto the object. Suddenly I feel my body start to fall and I attempt to grab the closest thing…. Which just happened to be Draco’s untucked tie.
“AH WHAT THE FUCK!” I scream as I grab for Draco, his own screams and yelps blocked out by mine.
We both fall backward into some kind of abyss. Landing hard on my ass as we get to this new place? Draco is only a second behind falling right on top of me. This is some kind of predicament we are in. “What the bloody hell?” Draco says. I look to him, but not very well because I’m trapped under his weight.
“Get off me you fricking weirdo,” I say trying to get up but can’t because of Draco’s body.
”Can the chosen one not curse! Shocking I thought you would curse like a sailor since your mummy and daddy didn’t teach you any manners. Oh wait they can’t,” Draco says with a straight face.
“Oh your so dead….,” I am cut off by the sound of a broom stick whizzing past my head. And then another making me jump up a bit into Draco so we’re a bit closer.
“The quidditch pitch is off limits during recreational hours!” A boy with dark brown hair say, hopping off his broom to speak to us.
“What?” Draco says confused.
“Well love birds we need to practice for the quidditch torment this weekend! Griffendoor can’t look like a fool!” The boy shouts, “You rapscallions can go canoodle somewhere else! We have important matters to get back too!” The boy says, clearly frustrated.
“Did you just call us fucking love birds?” Draco says heat radiating off of his face.
“Are you not? You two are practically cuddling, that would be fine IF YOU WEREN'T ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH!” The boy says, his last straw breaking.
”I’M NOT GAY YOU FUCKING BLOODY FUCKER!” Draco yells back. I smirk as an Idea brews in my head
“Darling, what did we say about lying about us? Come on, let’s move to somewhere else more private,” I say, standing up and dragging Draco along with me, “Have a nice day!” I yell back to the boy starting in a sprint with Draco’s hand in mine.
”WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WERE ARE NOT DATING,” he yells as I drag him off the field.
The boy gets back onto his broom and flys back over to his team.
Pov?
“Who were you talking to longbottom?” James asks
“I don’t even know! It was two boys but they were really weird and confused?” Longbottom says confused.
“Huh…Real nutcases eh?” James asks, leaning forward slightly on his broomstick.
“The weirdest part about the whole shabang is one of the boys looked just like you just different eye colors and a different nose. He even had the same glasses as you!” Longbottom spouts “Then the other boy look just like Malfoy!”
”What really!” James says Intrigued by the two new comers.
“Now I got to see this for myself! Point them out at dinner mate, I need to see what they look like.” James says, his interest in the two boys spiked, now he needed to see these two nutcases.
“Well, let’s get through practice first, yeah? If your lucky you might be able to spot them from up higher!” Longbottom says as he pats James on the back slightly as he zooms off.
“Hey wait up mate!” James yells as he zooms after Longbottom. Little did he know, on the ground just to his left, two boys frolick off in the distance.