It was morning and the birds twittered. Draco Malfoy was walking across the courtyard when Hermione approached him.
"Hey Malfoy," she smiled sweetly.
"Er…Hi Granger," the blonde haired slytherin said with a confused expression plastered onto his face. Suddenly Ron Weasley came up to them.
"Er…Hermione. What are you doing?" the ginger haired boy interrogated.
"Talking to Draco, what does it look like?" Hermione smiled even sweeter.
"Woah…woah…woah, we're on first name basis now?" Draco asked even more confused.
"Why are you talking to Draco? I thought we settled this?".
"You can have her Weasley, I wouldn't steal her," Draco said slightly scared.
"Settled what?" the girl shot back.
"Calm down, I said she was yours Weasley, you muppet, now leave me ou-" Draco got cut off.
"Draco's mine! Now don't go near him!" Ron Yelled.
"Huh?" Draco squeaked.
"No he's not!" Hermione yelled back. All of a sudden a green flash of light impacted with the ground between Ron and Hermione. They were shocked out of their argument and turned to see who had shot the deadly spell.
"Get away from my man! Or I'll try to kill you again!" Harry yelled.
"Harry, you do realize you almost killed us?" Hermione spat.
"Yeah? And what?" Hermione's eyes widened.
"Right!" she yelled, infuriated. They all started to throw dark spells at each other. A flurry of red, green and invisible pulse flew around the courtyard.
"Draco's mine!" Ron yelled.
"No, Draco's mine you stupid fool!" Hermione growled.
"Never! Draco's my love slave!" Harry declared, his voice roared.
"Avada Kedavra," an unrecognized voice uttered three times. A red head, a brunette and a ebony haired boy all fell to the floor, defeated. Percy Weasley skipped over to a terrified Draco.
"Silly children, they should have known not to touch a head boy's property," Percy said with a big smile on his face.