A/N: First of many! I apologise for this series in advance. It is, in my opinion, a good idea, but I feel I have butchered it with my lame, last-ditch attempt at writing it. I'm not very good with dialogue. Do not blame me for the lack of flair, blame school!
Chapter
One
Charming
"Fuck off, Malfoy" Harry seethed.
"Eloquent Potter," drawled Malfoy, "did they teach you to be that common at the Weasel's?"
"Eat dung" Ron growled.
"Come now Weasley, at least try and be imaginative. God knows your family needs some creative thinkers to try and figure out ways in which that pigsty of yours could be made inhabitable." replied Draco, smirking.
"You…" Ron let out a strangled yell as he lunged towards Malfoy, landing on the desk and crushing several small vials in the process.
"Mr Weasley," a silky voice carried from the doorway. "That is quite enough. Let's see, twenty points from Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on Mr Malfoy."
Malfoy smirked again, "and he damaged my equipment, Sir."
"Did he?" Snape raised an eyebrow.
"But Potter started it all, Sir," continued Draco, matter-of-factly, "he incited Weasley." A cruel smile played across the Slytherin's lips.
Harry glared at Malfoy, injecting as much venom into one look as he could possibly muster.
"Indeed?" enquired Snape. "I think a separation should put a stop to such petulant behaviour. Mr Weasley, you can sit with Mr Nott. Potter, here, next to Mr Malfoy."
"Git," murmured Ron.
"That is a further five points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley. Any more of this churlishness and I will have to give you a detention." Snape glared menacingly at Ron.
As Ron stomped over to where Theodore Nott was sitting, Harry slammed his bag down on the desk closest to the front, shooting daggers at a now gleeful Malfoy.
"Smooth, Potter," he sneered as Harry sat down.
Harry opened his mouth to retort but was cut short by an extremely irritated Snape.
"One more word while I am talking Mr Potter and you will be in detention every Saturday evening until you have learnt to keep your opinions to yourself." The Potions master snapped. "Ten points from Gryffindor," and he swooped away across the dungeon.
Harry ground his teeth while Malfoy simply sat, thoroughly amused, lips drawn into a tight smirk.
Harry caught sight of this. "I. Hate. You." he growled under his breath.
"Charming," came the familiar drawl.
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Chapter 2 coming soon. And by soon, I mean within the next few days. Hold on tight!
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