definitely my favourite trope in the whole hp fandom
-sixth year, fluff, getting together, blushy and oblivious boys, taller harry
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"Merlin, I am so sick of Draco Malfoy running his stupid little mouth about the way I smell!" Harry growls as soon as he enters the Gryffindor common room.
The only people there were Ron and Hermione, the others having gone to bed due to the late hour.
Ron looks up at Harry Potter himself, bewildered as he starts pacing the common area. Hermione doesn't even take her eyes away from her book.
"Well hello to you to mate." Ron breathes out a small laugh, "What's this about Malfoy?"
"So I'm minding my own business-"
"I doubt that," Hermione chimes in nonchalantly, still not looking up.
"Quiet." Harry glares at her, "I was walking back up to the dorms, I see Malfoy talking to Zabini and Parkinson in a corner. I may have commented on him and his little clique hiding out after curfew-"
"Weren't you also out after curfew-?" Ron snorts
"Shut up!" Harry groans, "Let me finish!"
Ron raises his arms in defeat, still attempting to hide a smile.
"Malfoy and his pompous little arse goes, "Still going around smelling like a twelve-year-old muggle, are you Potter?"" Harry snarls out, "Can you believe him?! That's the fifth time this week! He's like a child that thinks of a mediocre insult one day and he keeps repeating it over and over and over again because he's so narrow-minded and unclever!"
Harry is pulled out of his tunnel-visioned and enraged rant at the sound of both of his best friends bursting into laughter.
He gives them a deadpanned look, "You think it's funny, do you?"
"I'm so sorry Harry, it's just-" Hermione attempts to stifle her laughter to speak but fails soon enough, giggling into Ron's shoulder. Ron had his head thrown back while he cackled.
Harry clicks his tongue impatiently as he waits for them to calm down. They do stop laughing after a while, both of them grinning at him in amusement.
"Really Harry, I am sorry. It just gets increasingly funny every time you come back in here and have a new complaint about Malfoy." Hermione sighs out with a faint smile, patting the space in front of her for Harry to sit down.
Despite his reluctance and pettiness, Harry sits down with his arms folded.
"Honestly, mate. Malfoy seems to be getting to you more these days." Ron comments with a small smirk.
"He is not! I'm just-" Harry sputters out with a flushed face, "Just can't have Malfoy thinking he gets to me, y'know? Someone has to keep him on his toes." He shrugs
Hermione narrows her eyes at that, "Right..." She starts slowly before sighing, "I don't know Harry, if you want to shut Malfoy up why don't you..." She trails off.
The room falls silent save for the crackling of the fire close by as Hermione wracks her brain for ideas.
She doesn't think for long until Ron chimes in with a snort, "Why don't you just rub Amortentia all over yourself?"
The question was phrased so ridiculously that Ron and Hermione bubbled into laughter again, not noticing the way Harry's eyes sparkled with the need to do something amazingly stupid.
"Ron you're a bloody genius!" he exclaims with a laugh.
"Thanks, mate- hey, wait a second-" Ron's face falls into newfound horror, "You're not actually going to do that, are you?"
