Harry has been at Hogwarts for three years, he is in his 3rd year now. Until now, every house has been in trouble, always competing with each other, especially the Sytherines, always bullying other houses like Gryffindor, but the house never loses. of Gryffindor because Harry and his friends were there.

Draco: "Get out of my face Potter, My Father Will hear about this."

Harry’s wand was aimed directly at Draco’s chest, his jaw clenched as the air crackled with magic. “I should have finished this years ago, Harry growled, eyes blazing. Draco’s wand was raised too, his smirk more a defense than confidence.

“Go on then, Potter. Do it,” Draco taunted, his voice cold but his heart racing. They circled each other, the space between them shrinking with each clash of energy. The first spell hit, but instead of separating them, it only seemed to pull them closer, the magical bond snapping tight around them.

In an instant, Harry had Draco pinned against the wall, both of them panting, wands forgotten. The tension was unbearable—hatred and something far more dangerous swirling in the space between their lips.

Draco: "You always think you’re better than me, Potter. But this bond? It’s making you face what you’ve been running from. Fight me all you want—see where it leads."