A crossover of Harry Potter and Prince of Tennis.
"You don't understand... Nobody can help me," sobbed Malfoy. Instead of chilling in the Room of Requirement, he was wussing out in the girl's bathroom.
"Ha! What a girl," thought Harry. He was right outside the door, spying on Malfoy, who was oblivious to Harry's detective acts. He peeked in a bit more to see what was going on, but this was a mistake. There was a mirror right in front of Malfoy's eyes, and one glance at it and he saw Harry.
"Aughh! GET OUT! Stupefy!" He screamed. Harry quickly closed the door to block the speeding ball, and a second later he was having a tennis battle in the girl's bathroom. He was winning, and it was all safe, until;
"CRUCIO!" Malfoy slammed the ball into Haryy's, er, balls… The Crucio shot was known for it's ridiculous pain, and as Harry lay wriggling and yelling on the stone ground, he now knew why the shot was unforgivable. Malfoy walked right up to Harry, thinking he was defenseless, and raised his racket, with a ball in the other hand.
"AVADA-"
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" shouted Harry. The ball bounced down on Malfoy's right, and came up, twisting to the left; it met its target right in the face. A deep, painful-looking gash spread across his cheek.
"No," said Harry. "I didn't mean to do that…" But it was too late for idiocy. Malfoy fainted on the spot, blood spurting out so fast that it was like mentos and coke. A loud crack could be heard just as his skull struck the ground. Snape rushed in and squatted over Malfoy. He used his magic balls to heal the gash (LOL), and bandaged Malfoy's head. Then he turned and looked at Harry. Harry gulped.
"You will come with me, Potter," said Snape as scarily as he could.
"Oh, sup Snape?" said Harry, who was shaking. "You know that Malfoy kid? Yeah, he was all like shooting balls at me, so I-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Finn