I Don't Smoke
A c. Not a c+, just a c.
Harry knew Draco was favored by Snape but this was all too much. Harry would not accept a c as a grade on the assignment he did perfectly well on. Draco must have had something to do with this.
That Snob always hated Harry for the stupidest reason. He didn't want to be Draco's friend. Harry thought he made it clear to Draco that he wanted nothing to do with him any longer. He guessed it would take more shove than push.
Harry stormed down through the Gryffindor common room. The others were busy with classes, so he had been the only one there. The reason was: that he had forgotten a book. Before he could even get to Potions, Harry needed to rush back and retrieve his missing item. If he didn't, he would most definitely get chewed out by Snape. He could have sworn he had the book in his hands, but Harry was quite tired that day. There had been a thunderstorm the night before, and Harry didn't get much sleep.
He had had enough of Draco's tricks, and this time it was too far. Harry needed to pass Potions, or else he would have to spend yet another semester with Snape the Snake. This nickname was adopted by Ron.
Hot headed and mind clouded by rage, Harry had his wand ready in hand. His fists clenched in case they would be needed. Harry had never fought hand in hand, so he had no idea what he would do if it came down to it. However, he was ready despite his unknowing.
The brunette spotted the platinum blonde head from across the bustling hall. "Malfoy." Harry's voice boomed over all the others. The smirking Slytherin turned with his arms crossed, two goons pointing and chuckling at Harry's red cheeks. "What is this grade about? I got the Amortentia potion just right." Harry blinked as the harsh boom of forest green and smoky silver flashed and misted across his eyes. This happened every time his stark green eyes met Draco's cold grey ones; he began to grow very tired of the sight. What did it even mean? It never happened with anyone else Harry interacted with.
"Oh, that? Trust me, you are worthy of it. Snape inspected it and found it was not stirred right, and was too thick." Draco said, looking at his nails as if this had nothing to do with him. Harry knew it did. It had to! "You did something to my potion, didn't you. It was just fine when I was testing it on the Dove." Harry stomped his foot like an angry child. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Draco, Goyle, and Crab hooted, just like in fourth year. "Angry, are we?" Draco stepped forward with confidence in each footstep. "I did nothing of the sort with your potion. Do you just suck at making them, ever consider that? But of course, you haven't. You're the perfect Chosen One, aren't you? You could never do anything wrong." Draco puffed his chest.
So annoying.
Harry growled like a fire breathing dragon and pointed his wand right at Draco's unprotected chest. "Take that back Malfoy. I told you to just leave me be, but you're still going on with your antics. I'm done with them! Come with me outside to fight me, or do it here." Harry had no idea what he was spitting out. And Merlin, that wonderful smell. The cologne was overpowering. The green-eyed male felt as though he would pass out, all his senses going wild. He heard an angry gasp from Malfoy, then watched as he got his won wand in hand. "Alright then." This was their last year. What was either of them thinking? They could get expelled, although, did it really matter? Most of Hogwarts was still needing to be rebuilt, and Harry and Draco would be off just fine with the things they had learned already. Even so, Harry felt wrong doing this. At the same time, he was tired of Draco, and the colors and the smell.
Students around began to stop and stare, murmurs of curiosity and fear irrupted through the hall. Younger students of all houses stared in awe of Harry and Draco. "Well, Potter. Show us what the Golden Boy can do." Draco looked scared, but his pride still shone like stars in those grey eyes of his. Harry stepped back, wand held high and casted the first spell of the fight.
"Alarte Ascendare!" Harry's wand pointed towards Draco's, the spell sending the blonde's wand flying up into the air and landing somewhere in the mob of gathering bodies. Draco growled in anger. "That was a bloody cowardly move!" He stalked up towards Harry, sleeved rolled up and ready for a real fight. "It wasn't cowardly-" Harry began, quickly falling to the floor clumsily in order to avoid Draco's swing. "it was smart."
Harry had to think quick, or else he would lose this fight and make a fool of himself. He kicked his leg, making Draco stumble back and fall to the floor. The blonde had a look of something feral, a look Harry was all too accustomed to. Harry jumped up and stood over Draco, for once looking taller than the other. "How does it feel to be so small, Malfoy? I promise that you'll feel this much more than you ever have before." Harry held back a furious smile. It felt wonderful to finally see Draco defeated. This is what he's been wanting for so long.
Just as he felt like he had won, The Gryfindoor male was pulled down by his tie and felt as though his jaw rattled from a powerful punch to his chin. His whole mouth felt numb and painful at the same time. Harry turned his head but his eyes shut with slight fear as he felt another angry blow to his face. A hot, red liquid flowed from his nose. Harry could taste metal on his lips and tongue. His entire face ached and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. "Get off me, you Limp Fish!" The brunette could hear Draco curse and the yelling and tapping of running feet around him.
Why did he start this fight again? Was it really even needed? But Merlin, did it feel amazing to do anything to hurt Draco; even if he didn't get to really punch him. It felt good just to cast a spell his way. It felt good to make him angry, see him defeated and on the ground below him. If only he could actually see what was going on around him.
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Maybe he went too far. Harry looked like he was going to pass out. But why? He had fought many battles, and in a War for Merlin's sake. Why was he just staring at Draco like he was the one who won this?
Malfoy raised his head to see the crowd was getting less and less, and Draco knew why. They were getting the teachers. Of course they would. Why wouldn't they? Two students were fighting, what did Draco expect?
The Slytherin stood with Harry leaning limply against his chest. What was he supposed to do with that? Merlin, he was going to get in so much trouble. Then he heard the yelling of two voices. Oh yes, of course. The professors were always quick.
The consequences are what will bring the two together, and Draco knew this.