AN: Written for The Battle of the Houses. House: Slytherin. Prompt: #2: An Incident in the Common Room.
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Blaise came bursting into the empty common room with a triumphant smirk on his face, stopping in front of the common room couch and blocking the warmth from the roaring fireplace. Draco looked up from reading the Daily Prophet, and raised a brow to Blaise's look with a slight glare. "What do you want? In case you haven't noticed, you're blocking the fire, so move."
The two had recently gotten into bet over who could get the most girls within the week, and the bet had left them in a competitive, scheming, cautious mood.
Blaise crossed his arms and shifted on a hip. "I told Pansy that you said you liked her."
"What? I never said that! I said I hated her, not liked her!" Draco threw down the newspaper and stood up.
"Oh, I guess I heard you wrong. My bad. Good luck with your score, when she's hanging off your arm." Blaise's smirk grew wider.
"Oh, you little prat!"
The two locked eyes before Draco charged at Blaise, trapping his head in a tight vice, as Blaise knocked punches into Draco's gut. The two wrestled themselves onto the ground, not noticing that the common room door had swung open again.
"Draco! Oh Drakie Poo! I knew you felt…Draco? Blaise? What are you doing?" She stopped in front of them and looked at them in confusion.
Draco shoved Blaise off of him, a slight bruise forming under his eye as he smirked. "Oh nothing; just fighting over you."
Pansy's mouth dropped, and Blaise shot daggers at Draco. Two can play at this game, mate. Just you watch.
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