Side-ship: Theo Nott/Harry Potter
The pen is mightier than the sword.
As Theo had predicted before they started the 'practice', Granger and Draco predictably burst into an argument across each other on their shared couch in the room. He winked at Potter and mouthed told you so, who rolled his eyes but smiled.
"Obviously the pen—"
"The actual object which can cause harm—"
"Sticks and stones may break—"
"A proverb?!—"
"Bloody hell," Potter groaned. "I can't even tell who's going to win the debate competition between you two, you argue like shit."
Despite himself, Theo chuckled and leaned over to kiss his temple."With their need to fight every other minute? You should have called it."
He rolled his eyes. "Technically, you did."
"For fuck's sake, Theo," Draco muttered, as did Hermione, "It's Hogwarts' first debate competition!"
"Ah yes," he nodded. "And since you're the top swot, you have to swot it out in this too."
"Hey, I'm second to her," Draco added (unnecessarily).
"So you're participating in the name of your competitiveness?" Potter grinned.
"That, and if either of us wins, there's a bet in place. Don't think you'll want to know the terms- Ow, Granger, that hurts!" He leered the last part, then rubbed his arm, failing to look excessively pathetic in Theo's opinion.
She glared half-heartedly at the blonde.
"Hey," he picked up their list of debate topics, attempting to change the topic. "You didn't finish the debate."
They both ceased their eye-fucking to swivel their heads at him.
"Pen." said Hermione as Draco declared, "Sword."
She huffed and he groaned.
"Tell me this, Granger, how can a pen hurt someone?" He snarked.
"How about this?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. Picking up the pen kept on the paper with her notes, she stabbed the tip into his thigh.
"Oww," he whined. "That hurt. Were you trying to castrate me or something?"
She giggled, then conspiratorily whispered, "I can't, I adore your cock too much."
That was too much for Theo. He made a choking sound as Potter groaned and clapped his hands over his ears.
Draco merely smirked and instantly sought her lips. After a minute, the Malfoy heir's hand snaked its way to her skirt.
Potter groaned and tugged Theo out. He tossed a "Ciao, lovebirds!", leaving the amorous couple to their devices.