Potter Problems
"Hey Potter?"
"Harry."
"No, you're Harry. I'm Draco."
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean, Potter?"
"I meant that my name isn't Potter, it's Harry."
"Technically, your name is Potter."
"I hate you. Must you always make me feel absolutely stupid? You aren't better than I."
"Since when?"
"Your...oh I hate you."
"And you already said that. Really Potter, you lack originality."
"Harry."
"You also need your head examined. Anyone who refers to themselves in third person has some serious issues..."
"Arse. Listen, I'm going to go our room for a while. You're grating on my last nerve."
"Now come on Potter, I didn't mean to."
"Harry."
"Okay, fine...Harry. I don't want you to go. If anything, I want to spend more time with you."
"Are you planning on following me into the loo? We spend all our time together."
"If that's what it takes. I...I love you, Harry. I don't want to spend time apart."
"Really?"
"Yes Potter, really."
"Harry."
"I'm not going to say anything mean. See, I'm already doing better."
"We'll see. You have to keep this up Malfoy, or I'm going away for a while. Alone. With a beautiful Puerto Rican man."
"Watch it Potter...I...I mean Harry."
"Very good. Now...let's go to dinner or something."
"I'd rather not, I'm tired. Let's go get in bed."
"I thought you were tired."
"Listen Pot...Harry, when I say I'm tired that means I want sex. I want sex."
"Of course you do. I really don't. I don't find you using my surname as an incredible turn on."
"Oh come on. I'll call you Harry all the time. It's harder than you think. I've known you has Potter my entire...my entire existence."
"What's with the dramatics? I'm crying over here."
"Very funny."
"Always. Are you still in need of sex?"
"Always."
"Come on then Malfoy."
"Hey, if I have to call you Harry, you have to..."
"No. I'll have to relearn my entire existence."
"Of course. How silly of me."
End