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The Insulting Mug
“I bought you a mug,” says Draco upon entering the kitchen.
Potter’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “What does it do?”
“Nothing,” he replies, trying for nonchalance. “It’s just a mug Potter. Can’t I enrich this household with one bloody mug without you becoming all twitchy?’’
Potter’s eyebrows rise. ‘’What does it do, Malfoy?’’
Draco sighs, defeated. ‘’It’s a personalised Insulting Mug.’’
A smirk slowly spreads across his face. ‘’As I’m simply too sleepy to insult you in the mornings, I just got something that would do it for me.’’
*next morning*
Harry is sitting across from Draco sipping tea from his new mug. It hasn’t insulted him yet. Maybe it’s not a morning person; like Malfoy, who looks as though he’s on the verge of death and the last saving breath is coming from the coffee cup he’s currently lifting slowly to his li –
‘’SCARHEAD!’’
Malfoy starts so violently almost all the hot contents of his cup spill on his work robes.
Harry decides the household truly has been enriched.