I donât ship Drarry but with that being said, I will accept no other Drarry prompt than them stubbornly competing to outdo the other for the sheer drama.
It starts off when theyâre still enemies in the Goblet of Fire. Draco makes a taunt about who Harryâs going to ask to the Yule Ball and how they must be from the worst of the worst lot and Harry rolls his eyes and says, âWell, fitting you say that, Malfoy, because I was going to ask you.â A perfect zing, Harry. 10/10.
But now the ballâs in Dracoâs court and obviously heâs not going to pass up on the chance to humiliate the scarhead so he takes the most logical route of humiliation and calls out his bluff:Â âFine, Potter, I reckon weâre going.â
But do you think Harry James Potter is just going to back down? That stubborn teenager is going to stare Draco down and say, âReckon we are.â
Ronâs confused and Hermioneâs confused and literally the entire castle is confused but Harryâs satisfied because he called out a blufferâs counterbluff with a bluff of his own. And they just keep it up.
âI suppose you donât even know how to dance, Potter?â
The furious teenager who spent years having to watch soapbox dramas with Mrs. Figg just glares at him in his stupid dress robes. âI know some things.â
Itâs like that for days until Draco makes the ultimate power move by inviting Harry to the Malfoyâs Annual New Years Eve Ball, taking out a Daily Prophet ad no less, because oh, oh, heâs got Potter now. Heâll never accept and heâll be humiliated in front of the entire wizarding world. And do you think Harryâs just going to go down without a fight? God, no, heâs going to win whatever the hell this is because heâs Harry Potter, Draco better be worried, oh boy.
Theyâre still going at it six months later.
âErrâMalfoy?â Crabbe says. âPotter just sent you a dozen roses?â
âThat son of a bitch! Send a box of chocolates. Thatâll show him.â
âI WILL NOT BE OUTDONE, PARKINSON!â