THE VALERIA SHOW - harry potter

R U MINE?

Harry shoved Mattheo with a light push, and grinned as he stumbled backwards. Anything other than amused. Mattheo's dark locks fell graciously into his face, and he run his fingers through his hair. He also fixed his BLONDIE t-shirt, as he marched towards Harry.

He swung his arm through the air in a quick punch.

"Motherfucker, you wanna play, huh?"

"What are we? Kids?"

Harry simply grinned more and ducked Mattheo's anchored punch, he bent down and secured his neck into his armpit, and tickled his sides.

Mattheo let out raucous laughs and shoved Harry from him. He tossed him the middle finger back. The boys, stuck in their ungraceful tussle, didn't notice the older boy coming up to them.
Theodore stopped in between the boys and stretched his arms. He ringed his arm around Harry's neck and dragged him down with his weight, he did the same to the other boy who also tried tickling Theo. But the handsome brunette Nott boy only swayed his hips away from him. As each jab they tried to deliver was dodged with Theodore simply moving around. It was like a goofy dance, and onlookers laughed at the amusing show.

"What is the purpose of trying and failing to hit me?"

"So that you fall on the ground or something and never wake up."

"Damn."

"Just stop and let me drag you."

"I don't want to be dragged! Hey Potter, help me out here!"

"Nahh, mate, I'm mint where I'm at."

"Bed wetter."

"Toi même."

"Since when did you speak French?"

"Shut- ah shit!"

Then, many colorful profanities were sounded as Draco Malfoy kicked the back legs of the Nott boy,
as if in slow motion he buckled and nearly fell if not for the two black haired boys helping him up. They got up quickly and Theodore removed his hands from the two boys necks, leaving Matt to massage his nape. Theodore had a strong grip.

The three boys rounded on Draco, throwing insults like air at him.

"That's why you don't pull anybody, fool!

"Right foul git!"

"That's why your hair isn't natural, Bleached arse!"

They all, as if magically conducted, sent the middle finger to Draco, who was walking with Adrian and Blaise, and he happily flipped them back.

"Long ass finger."

Draco threw an annoyed look to Adrian Pucey, who chuckled in return.

"Shut up, Adrian."

"Meh meh, meh meh meh."

"Damn," Blaise snorted, "if it was according to me, like personally. Deep down it would spark a fire of hatred, I wouldn't let that slide-"

"Fuck you!"

"That's not my job."

The three boys stepped in line with the other brunettes. Theo, Matt and Harry gave them apprehensive looks as they walked towards the castle they called their school.