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Frankly, Draco found the pretense fun. It gave him a chance to punch Harry and, more importantly, right in front of Hermione. Of course, not that he wanted to see either hurt, but the murderous look [even if fake] in the bespectacled boy's eyes and the cold fury [an 'UGH! You two are stupid!' kind of fury] in hers, made him laugh.

"Get off the pitch, Malfoy." Harry sounded furious. "It's Gryffindor's turn, this time." He took a step towards Draco as he said this, hand not curled into a fist [unlike Draco's] but eyes full of fire. "My team has had enough of your stupidity." He took another step, but this time he looked a liiittle nervous. Draco had punched him hard last time, and Hermione had been furious.

"Impedimenta!" Draco's wand moved faster than a snitch.



"You two shouldn't hit each other so hard, for Merlin's sake." Hermione sat, eyes furious and concerned, on the edge of Draco's bed, right next to Harry's in the hospital wing, and a book lay open in her lap. "Your little dramas are starting to get boring."

"Look who's talking," Draco smirked.


Song credit: Godspeed You! Black Emperor. <3