Pairing: Harry Potter x Male! Reader
Warnings: Rivalry, teasing, injury, fluff, Draco being adorable, Harry being adorable, everyone being adorable in the end.
Fandom: Harry Potter
"Mr Y/l/n. A fine draught. Ten points to Slytherin".
You turned around, eyeing Harry as Professor Snape walked around the room.
You didn't know what it was-for the most part, you kept to yourself and barely spoke to anyone. But the moment you'd met Harry Potter, a strange rivalry had formed between you.
Neither of you were the type to compete so hard-but you loved to one up each other.
You did it in every class you had together-and Potions was no exception.
"Oi, Potter", you whispered, leaning back and looking into his cauldron.
"I wonder how many points you're gonna lose for that mess", you asked condescendingly.
He clenched his jaw when the corner of your lips raised the tiniest bit, that arrogant smirk making his blood boil.
"Harry, no!"
Hermione attempted to grab the book, but Harry threw it to Ron, who threw it to Fred and George.
"Come on, Hermione. It's not like it's going to hurt anyone. Besides-it's just a few changes".
"Yea-come on, Hermione. We're just teaching him a lesson", the twins stated.
Fred and George waved their wands, the words in your potions book changing, measurements now completely different, ingredients switched.
"A lesson? Y/n's never done anything to any of us. I don't understand why you'd feel the need to teach him-of all people-a lesson".
"Hermione, you don't understand. I know he seems harmless-but he's...not".
He took the book back, reading the new recipes and grinning.
"Thanks, guys".
"Harry Potter! You have no idea what the new combinations of those ingredients can create".
But neither Harry, Ron, or the twins were listening, eager to find out what the result of their interfering would cause at the next potions class.
"Oi, Draco. You seen my potions book?"
He barely looked at you, not saying a word.
"God, you're so annoying. Y'know-just cos you're a Malfoy doesn't mean you have to be such a moody fucking asshole".
"And just because we're-unfortunately-related, doesn't mean we need to have a conversation".
You rolled your eyes, smacking his head lightly and walking past him, finding Goyle sat in the common room.
"Goyle. Potions book? Seen it?"
He pointed to the book on the couch, mumbling an 'it's fine' when you thanked him.
After spending the entire summer holiday with Snape, realizing most potions books were completely wrong and figuring out how to make each and every potion perfectly, there was no way you were willing to lose that book.
You flipped through it, making sure it was your book, before making your way to the Great Hall.
You could feel his eyes on you as you ate. It was a daily thing.
You'd annoy Harry as much as you could. And for the rest of the day, whenever he'd see you, he'd just glare.
It was amusing-how much you irritated him.
