AN: The prompt comes from a Facebook Page's prompt fest. It was an image prompt. The image was of Harry looking upset while his books fell out of his ripped bag, Draco looked on looking smug.
It couldn't have been a coincedence. Harry huffed as he picked up his spilled books, binding them together with a charm. There had been nothing wrong with his bag last night, despite what Draco might have said. It was well used, that was true, but really, he had only had it since fourth year. Three years was hardly enough to wear out a bag. Now he would HAVE to use the one that Draco had bought for him. It wasn't as though he didn't like it, it was elegant, all black with his initials on the latch in silver. He loved the bag really, especially since it came from Draco, he just didn't want to use it. Still grouchy, Harry made it to the end of the corridor where he met Draco for lunch. Draco was leaned against a suit of armor, and when he saw Harry carrying his books with his now ruined bag over his shoulder he smirked.
"I told you you needed a new bag, Potter."