Not a Couple

"Expecto patronum."

Professor of Defense Agianst the Dark Arts and Head of Ravenclaw House Diana Prince nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent work, Miss Roth," she praised as a white, wispy raven sprouted from the wand and circled the room.

Fifth year Prefect for Ravenclaw Raven Roth smiled. "Thank you, Professor Prince."

Damian Wayne, fifth year Prefect for Slytherin, rolled his eyes. "Teacher's pet," he coughed into his elbow.

Raven whipped around to face him, amethyst. "You have something to say, Wayne?" she snapped.

"Yeah, actually-"

Professor Prince cut them off with a glare. "Enough you two," she intervened. "Honestly, it's time for you to set this rivalry aside, you're Prefects now."

Ever since the two had met in first year, everything between them had been a competition. As the two top students, they were constantly trying to outdo each other. As a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, they shouldn't have even had many classes together. But because their intellect was so advanced, they took advanced classes together. More often than not, they were the only two in the class.

Raven crossed her arms. "I will when he does," she said stubbornly.

Professor Prince rolled her eyes and turned to the Slytherin. "Mr. Wayne, if Miss Roth's performance is unsatisfactory, feel free to demonstrate your Patronus."

Damian smirked and stood up, pointing his wand forward. "Expecto patronum," he muttered lazily. As he did this, a white, wispy robin shot out of his wand and circled the room.

Professor Prince nodded her satisfaction. "Very nicely done, Mr. Wayne."

It was Raven's turn to roll her eyes. "That's hardly better than mine, jackass." He was such an arrogant prick. She took every opportunity she could to cut him down a few pegs.

"Miss Roth..." Professor Prince sighed as the period ended. "You are both dismissed." Raven internally groaned. Potions with Head of Slytherin Professor Bruce Wayne was always irritating. Especially since he was Damian's father.

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She didn't do anything wrong.

As she and Damian sat beside each other in the Headmistress's office, Raven couldn't stop herself from hating the little asshole even more. She'd never gotten in trouble in her previous four years of Hogwarts. But of course, he had to ruin everything for her.

She made sure to let him know too. "This is all your fault."

Damian sneered at her. "My fault?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah, your fault," spat Raven. "You deliberately ruined my potion because you knew it would be better than yours. Just couldn't stand to be second rate in front of 'Daddy,' could you?"

"It was an accident!" insisted Damian, his anger rising.

Raven cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Just like it was an accident when you knocked me off my broom in front of Madame Hol in first year just because I could fly higher than you?"

Damian looked slightly embarrassed. "That-"

"Or when you knocked into me in Transfiguration in second year so instead of a chair I turned my cat into an egg," Raven cut in. "Professor Jones have me an E instead of an O, just below you."

"I-"

Raven laughed hollowly. "Or when you told Garfield I like him in third year just because I got a higher grade than you in Professor Isely's Herbology class ."

"I didn't-"

"Or maybe," interrupted Raven, a few tears rolling down her face as she stared at him with a slightly crazed look in her eyes. She wasn't sad, she was fucking pissed. "last year when you embarrassed me in front of the entire Yule Ball."

Damian had the decency to look embarrassed. "Roth-"

"I've dealt with your shit for over four years, Damian Wayne," snapped Raven. "And you know what? I'm done with you, you arrogant son of a bitch. Don't talk to me, don't talk about me, don't even look at me because I swear if you do, I will hex your ass into the next century." With that, she stormed out.

Damian stared after her retreating form with only one thought on his mind. I'm an idiot.