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Malfoy's Endless Sarcasm

The vlog opens with the familiar ambiance sounds of the Hogwarts Library: students chatting in the background, the crackle of a nearby fire, and the faint rustling of parchment. Harry adjusts the camera.

"You think you could at least try to look interested," Harry's voice quips off-camera as he focuses on Draco, lounging in his chair, flipping through a thick book.

Draco doesn't look up, but his voice is dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, Potter, forgive me for not being enthralled by your riveting camera skills. Truly, you're the next wizarding Spielberg."

Harry chuckled softly, the camera still focused on Draco. "Keep talking like that, Malfoy, and I'll make sure the next cut of you is sneezing in the middle of class."

Draco glances up finally, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "Please. We both know I don't sneeze."

Harry gives him a side glance. "Keep believing that, Malfoy."

Harry finishes adjusting the camera - popping his head into view, his voice soft but teasing. "Okay, so today we're back in the library because someone decided that we need to spend hours working on our Potions notes. Take a guess who."

Draco doesn't even look up from his book. "Potions requires discipline, Potter. Something you seem to lack."

Harry rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his tone. "Yeah, because you're so disciplined, sitting here pretending to study."

Draco's smirk is subtle, but it's there. He finally glances up at Harry with a raised eyebrow. "I am studying. Just because you're struggling to understand basic ingredient compositions doesn't mean I am."

"Right," Harry deadpans, focusing the camera back on Draco, who's still smirking behind his book.

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The next clip shows them both in a montage of quiet moments: Harry flipping through his textbook with a frustrated sigh, Draco casually scrolling through his notes, tapping his quill against the parchment. 

Suddenly, there's a sound of paper crumbling, and the camera catches Harry tossing a balled-up piece of parchment at Draco.

Draco looks up, completely unfazed, and raises an eyebrow. "Really, Potter?"

Harry shrugs, trying to keep a straight face. "I figured you needed something to wake you up. You looked like you were about to fall asleep."

"You're awful eye-sight must be failing you yet again, Potter," Draco mused absentminded. "But as much as I loathe this pointless banter, I suppose it's better than you failing Potions again. It's embarrassing for the both of us."

Harry laughs. "Both of us? I didn't know my grades reflected on you, Malfoy."

Draco leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his usual smirk widening. "Well, you are my project, after all."

Harry snorts. "Project?"

Draco's eyes gleam with playful arrogance. "Obviously. Your hopelessness requires intervention, and lucky for you, I'm an excellent tutor."

Harry shakes his head, grinning. "Yeah, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

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The video transitions to the two of them walking through the halls after leaving the library, Draco leading the way, his robes sweeping behind him in that typical Malfoy fashion. Harry, holding the camera, aims it toward Draco's back.

"I swear," Harry says off-camera, laughing lightly. "Malfoy just walks like he owns the place, doesn't he?"

Draco doesn't turn around, but his voice is loud enough. "It's not about ownership, Potter. It's called confidence. Perhaps you should try it sometime."