"You're such a prat Malfoy!" Harry yelled then added, "I hate you!"

"I can't believe you feel that way." Draco sneered, wiping away an imaginary tear, "Newsflash Potter, I hate you just as much, probably more."

"Yeah right, you know I hate you more!" Harry retorted.

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"You two are acting like four year olds." Hermione voiced, immediately shushed by Ron, who was eating popcorn in an armchair.

"I hate you twice as much as you do me." Draco continued; Harry rolled his eyes.

"Malfoy, my hate for you averages higher than infinity. Now give up you can't best me at anything."

"Bigit." Draco muttered "Well I can defiantly best you at hygiene." He shouted triumphantly, gesturing at Harry's less then acceptable appearance.

"Well…I um…" Harry faltered leaving a silence to be filled.

"See you can't even best me at arguing." Draco said haughtily, a grin plastered to his features.

"You know as well as I do you'll lose this." Harry growled.

"Will not."

Will too." This continued for a ten minutes. During which time Hermione conjured up a Lay-Z-Boy recliner and a six pack of beer which was offered to Ron and Vincent- who was sitting on the floor.

"Potter you're pathetic." Draco spat, glowering at Harry who was glowering as well.

"At least I'm not a wanker." Harry smiled, and Draco was deciding whether or not to stick hi tongue out.

"Face it Potter, you are stupid." Draco then shouted to the world.

"Daddy's likkle boy."

"Orphan."

"Voldemort's whore!"

"Freak!"

"Muggle Fucker!" at this point Draco looked appalled and did stick out his tongue.

"Eet mijn borrels!"

"What the Hell?!" Harry wondered looking at Hermione, who had nothing.

"Bye Potter." Draco drawled before leaving in a huff followed by Vincent.

Hello, this is what happens when a random teenager gets bored in Algebra I. Either way read and review and tell me what you think.