Neither of you thought the prank war would come to this. It had started innocent and playful. A whoopie cushion here, fake barf there, throw some unexpected ringtone changes and clothing swaps into the mix and thats what you had goin on. Until he crossed the line.
"HARRY WHAT THE FRICK WERE YOU THINKING?!" you scream, so loud you're sure the neighbors can hear. You race into the living room, in only a towel, a bottle of shampoo in your hand, bright, electric, blue hair violently whipping back and forth as you run. Hes laughing hysterically.
"ITS NOT FUNNY YOU LITTLE SON OF A BISCOTTI"
He continues laughing as he hides behind the couch. "C'mon Y/N! I like it! Brings out your eyes"
You squint, causing him to laugh harder.
"Alright, Potter. You wanna play dirty? Lets play dirty." you say quietly, but just loud enough for him to hear you and be intimidated. you dramatically back up out of the living room and walk backwards to the bathroom, all while pointing to your eyes and back at him, mouthing, "you better watch your back"
He laughs again. "Im not the one who needs to watch their back, Y/N"
You run into the wall, but continue walking as if nothing happened. "Watch yourself, Chosen One. Watch yourself"
------time skip brought to you by Hagrid and Peter Pettigrew dancing in the rain singing Umbrella by Rhiana-------
You pull the scissors out of the kitchen drawer and smirk.
"Am i going to far?" you whisper to yourself. "Nah"
The house is dark, as its now around two in the morning. Time for revenge. You stalk up the stairs to you and Harry's room. Cracking first your neck, then back, then knuckles, you lean over Harry and whisper in his ear,
"Time for a haircut" you snip the first bit his raven locks and watch as it falls onto the pillow. By the time youre done, youve cut about an inch off, but its uneven so its longer in some areas and shorter in others. Smiling, you rinse the scissors, put them back, and crawl into bed.
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"Y/N!" he yells. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
You calmly walk into the bathroom, where Harry is staring at his reflection, horrified.
"I like it" you say, leaning on the doorframe and sticking out your tongue.
"Brings out your eyes"
