A/N: I know it's totally cliché, so just hush up and read…
I Hate Everything About You:
"No, Pans, I'm not gonna apologize, it's his fault," Draco said stubbornly. Pansy merely shook her head and sighed at the blonde sitting across from her.
Up several flights of stairs and through a portrait of a rather portly woman, another conversation was following the same tracks.
"No, Herm, he's the one at fault. Go make him apologize," Harry replied just as stubbornly. Hermione rolled her eyes at the boy.
"Well, if you told me what he did in the first place, maybe I could convince him to do so," she suggested. Knowing Harry, he probably had some part in the problem, too.
Likewise was happening in the Dungeons.
"Draco, you'll have to tell me what he did this time if you want me to make him apologize," Pansy ordered. She knew that if her best friend was involved, then it was half his fault anyway.
"I went to Professor Snape and asked him if we could brew some easier potions so that Harry wasn't so overwhelmed with everything," Draco said.
"Draco had the audacity to go to Snape and get the bastard to give us easier assignments, so I wouldn't feel stupid! Which I already do, needing the easier potions!" Harry confided in Hermione.
"Well, don't you think he could've mistaken it?" Pansy asked Draco.
"Are you sure you didn't misinterpret his meaning?" Hermione asked Harry.
"No," they answered in unison, despite their separation.
"I do believe my intentions were very clear," Draco announced.
"It's obvious that he's still trying to belittle me even when we're going out!" Harry accused.
"Did you tell him?" Pansy questioned.
"Has he done anything like this recently?" Hermione queried.
"Well, no." Both boys sounded a bit sheepish.
"Then how do you know it wasn't misconstrued?"
"Then how do you know he's trying to belittle you?"
"I don't know," both boys replied.
"Okay, Dray, let's move on. What happened after Potions?" Pansy asked.
"I'm sure that can't be everything, Harry. Did anything happen later?" Hermione wondered.
"Yeah! He brushed me off when I wanted to walk with him to dinner!" Draco said, getting annoyed all over again. "He walked away without saying anything to me!"
"No, I just walked up here to wait and vent at you," Harry confessed.
Pansy and Hermione both sighed. How could their boys be so dense?
"Draco, here's what you're gonna do," Pansy advised. "You're gonna go up to the Tower and you're gonna apologize, whether you like it or not." She had to raise her voice at the end to halt his protests.
"You need to do something for me, okay Harry?" Hermione said. "I need you to go down to the Dungeons and apologize to Draco. And you're gonna do it without protesting." Harry glared at her.
"Now!" the girls ordered.
"Fine!" the boys whined.
Draco and Harry walked up flights of stairs and down flights of stairs, respectively. Both were so immersed in their brooding that they almost walked right past each other in a dimly lit corridor.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco asked with a sneer.
"Same goes for you, Malfoy," Harry retorted, his voice just as cold.
"I was merely on my way up to say that I hate you," the blonde replied cruelly.
"Well, I was headed to the Dungeons to tell you that I hate you," the Gryffindor snapped back.
They glared at each other for a moment before Harry sighed.
"Well, now that that's all settled, let's go find an empty classroom," he suggested.
Draco merely shrugged. "I'm in."