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Lesbians and Lacrosse

A/N: This oneshot is basically a genderbend of Draco and Harry, so now it's Diana, and Harriet.

Warning: there is some smut in this story.

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People say that no one is born evil, but, in some cases, that just isn't true.

Diana Malfoy is a great example of this contradiction. With long, platinum blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and flawlessly clear skin, paired with her sharp tongue, she has looks that could kill. She runs purely off of targeted insults, unmotivated rage, and unmatched athletic, and academic skill, making her top of almost every single class.

She's the first female Quidditch player to ever become team captain, and, quite frankly, she's amazing at it. Cutting edge, the right amount of bossy, and downright terrifying. Diana rules Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with an iron fist, and it seemed like no one could match her.

Then came Harriet Potter, Diana's brand new academic rival.

Harriet had glasses, tanned skin that went all freckly in the summer, wild, black hair, and forest green eyes. Diana hated to admit it, but she found her really pretty. Like, fuck-your-enemy, pretty.

She matched Diana in almost everything she was good at. Lacrosse, Quidditch, getting the top grades, everything.

And that drove Diana crazy.

The mere thought that anyone could possibly be as talented as her made her wanna hurl, so, naturally, she had to do something about it. Today though, Harriet watched as Diana picked at her food, occasionally stabbing her fork into one of her minion's, Goyle, hands. He let out a howl of pain, and Diana showed no remorse as she laughed.

Harriet gave a shiver, turning back to her best friends, Ron and Hermione. Ron pulled a face, but his gaze lingered on Diana, making it clear what he thought of her. Hermione nudged him, frowning. "Don't you dare. She's evil, basically the devil!"

Harriet gave a derisive snort, taking a brief sip of her pumpkin juice. "Yeah, if the devil wore designer lipstick. She's honestly kind of incredible." Hermione gaped at her, her face incredulous. "What is wrong with you two? Diana almost beat a girl to death with her Lacrosse stick, just because she almost won a game!"

Harriet shrugged, grinning. "Like I said before. Incredible." She knew perfectly well that Diana probably hated her, due to the way the two had met, but she didn't really care. It was wonderfully fun to tease her, and Harriet couldn't see herself stopping. Ron took a bite of his steak and kidney pie, slightly dazed.

"Didn't Diana have a girlfriend last year? Sounds pretty innocent to me." Hermione took a stab at her potatoes, still frowning. "What, Astoria Greengrass? She's too busy being a nasty little bitch to care about her love life." She huffed, and Harriet gave a slight smile, playing with her food. Hermione and Astoria had fallen out ages ago.

The bell rang, signifying the start of lessons, and the trio got to their feet, sighing. "We have potions," Harriet seethed, rolling her eyes. "What a shitty subject. Snape hates me." Ron shouldered his bag as they all made their way down the hallways, a smug expression on his face.

"Well maybe if you didn't insult him so much, he would like you more." Harriet shrugged, glancing over at Hermione, who had her eyes on Ron. "Whatever. I still get the highest grades in his wretched class." Hermione's face lit up, as if she had just realised something.

"After Diana though, of course." Harriet groaned, stuffing her textbooks back into her already overflowing satchel as everyone else waited outside for potions. That's one of the things she hated most about Diana. That girl was good at everything.