A/N: I hope you like this!
Based on the song below… it's a great song, go listen to it sometime!
Well, here we go!
Disclaimer: Seriously, I didn't steal anything from JKR.
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This may never start,
I'll tear us apart…
Can I be your enemy?
Memory – Sugarcult
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"Slut."
"Scarhead."
Insults. Each time they passed each other, it was insults. Nothing less, nothing more.
She ran her fingers through her long, silky hair while glaring coldly.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Stop being so fake, Parkinson," he said, shaking his head.
She looked fiercely at him. "Don't tell me that. You have no idea."
His expression took on a softer tone. "I almost pity you," he said walking away.
She frowned. Had she heard him correctly?
At least he didn't know. He'd never guess. How would he know that he intrigues her?
He passed by her in the corridor the next day, and she jogged to catch up with him. He turned upon hearing her footsteps, and they fell into step with each other.
"Wonderboy."
"Pug-face."
"Nice scar."
"Nice nose."
"Grumpy a bit, are we?"
"Sod off."
"The mudblood not pleasing you?"
"The ferret not satisfying you?"
"Nope."
"No?"
"Nope."
"Pity."
"Not quite. Better than a mudblood anyways."
"Didn't know you swung that way-"
"I don't. Fine. I'll rephrase that. Better than you, any day."
"I doubt it."
"Do tell."
He raised an eyebrow. "He's cold."
"His skin is warm when we-"
"-I don't need to know. Anyways, where's the passion in that? You two only have flings; cold, heartless-"
"Of course. Tell me Potter, who instead of Draco?"
"Anybody."
She snorted. "He's good enough for now."
"I'm sure he is."
"And you? Can nobody replace the beaver?"
"I never insulted Malfoy."
"So?"
"Don't insult Hermione."
"I'm a Slytherin, Potter. I insult whomever I like."
"That's why," he muttered.
"Why what?"
"Why nobody can replace Malfoy. Nobody wants to, you're so mean."
"Not always."
He snorted. "When?"
"Now. With you."
"You called me wonderboy!"
"That's hardly insulting, Potter."
"Only because you took it out of context just now."
"Besides, you called me pug-face."
"Can you really be nice?"
"You think I can't?"
"No."
"The whole reverse psychology won't work with me."
"Fine, first names?"
"Maybe."
"No insults?"
"No way. There will always be insults."
"Likewise."
She looked up at him carefully. "You trying to befriend me, Potter?"
"If I am?"
"It'll never work, you know," she stated.
"Really now?"
"Yes really. Don't even try with your naïve Gryffindor hoping rubbish."
It was silent for a few moments.
"You're unhappy with Malfoy; I'm just alright with Hermione."
"It's easier to just hate you, Potter. Much easier. And less risky."
"What risk?"
"Risk? No risk. Merlin, did you hit your head or something?"
"No. Jeez. All right. If you won't be my friend-"
"-Can I be your enemy?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
He eyed her critically. "I'm content with being enemies. Outwardly, at least."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
They opened the door to Potions, ignoring the curious stares.
"See ya Pansy."
She glared. Didn't she say no first names? "Later Harry."
As she sat at her table, Draco spoke up. "Were you just talking to-"
"-Scarhead? Hah! Would I really waste my time on a bloody golden Gryffindor?" she huffed, loud enough for Harry to hear.
He turned and gave her a curious look, just as Hermione interrogated him. "…. civil with her?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Malfoy's whore? Yeah. Right," he said half-heartedly.
If Pansy was insulted, she sure did not show it; just as Harry didn't. The two gave each other knowing looks; Harry with a shrug, and Pansy with a trace of a smirk, just as Snape strode in the classroom and class began.
Can I be your enemy?