He doesn’t think I got an Outstanding on my Potions O.W.L. by myself,“ Harry snapped. “He’s thinks I got it because I’m fucking Harry Potter and apparently everything gets handed to me on a silver platter. Like my life is such a luxurious thing to live!” Harry began directing his comments at the portrait again. “Well it’s not! I have to work for things just like everybody else, and I’m sick and tired of people like you and Snape always giving me a hard time because you think I’m some sort of fucking celebrit-” He was cut off as the portrait swung open and Draco swept through it, Ron behind him with an arm full of food.
“Found him outside,” Ron said, taking a bite out of an apple. Without swallowing, he continued, “Though’ I’d let ‘im in.” Harry crossed his arms angrily and Draco did the same.
“And where were you?” Hermione asked, frowning a little. “I thought you were in your room.”
Ron shrugged. “Kitchen,” he replied simply. “What’s up with these two?”
“Draco made Harry mad or something,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Ron’s own eyes lit up.
“They’re having a fight already?” he said excitedly, plopping himself down on a nearby chair. “I should have gotten popcorn.