Harry Potter Insults Novels & Stories

I shrugged. "Stupid," he cussed under his breath. I pretended not to hear him and mentally rolled my eyes. "As if he's not the one who's stupid. Maybe the students here are just as stupid as him, who knows?" I thought to myself. "Did you just insult me?" the headmaster asked. "Did I say it out loud? Oh, silly me," I replied sarcastically. "Yes, you did," he said with a chuckle. I nodded my head and stood up, taking my bag with me. "Okay," I said.

I further taunted him. "YOU! YOU IMP! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT!?" His grubby face turned beet-red as he fumed in his wrath, but I was not perturbed by his raging anger at all. In fact, I relished in the fact that I could throw around insults at him without a care of the world. These days, throwing around insults had become a privilege to me all on its own. Lord Vilavelt beside me was staring at the entire conundrum in muted silence. He didn't seem at all disturbed by the bedlam as well. So I took the liberty to throw in some more insults.

"Draco! Ahhh, God, don't... mmm, fuck, it's too much... ahhh!" "Too much?" I sneered, pumping my fingers slowly inside her, feeling her inner walls clench and spasm around me like a desperate fist. "You can't even handle a little touch without falling apart, and you expect me to believe you're a hardened operative? You're nothing, Selena. Just a pathetic little slut who was stupid enough to walk into the lion's den."

His dark eyes were twinkling with amusement. “What kind of stupid movies do you watch, Harry?” I asked, cringing at his use of that stupid line. I had heard it in a thousand romantic comedies and teen movies. “That's such a cliché line. You should be ashamed of yourself for using it. You’re too old not to come up with something original.” “But it works,” He winked at me then signaled to a waitress. “Maybe, but in my case it doesn’t.” I said, as if I believed it. His compliments, however ridiculous always made me feel something.

It made my blood boil. Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. He had just wanted to teach that insufferable little brat in his class a lesson. It wasn’t his fault the boy was such a delicate little flower, wilting at the slightest touch. Harry had only meant to scare him, just a little. A harmless prank that had gotten... blown out of proportion. I had fought tooth and nail to bury that stain. I had exhausted favors, called in debts, and paid handsomely to ensure Harry’s record remained clean. And now? Some fool thought they were being clever by bringing it all up again.

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

Someone shouted directly at me, voice dripping with mockery, “Hey, Harper! How’s that loose, smelly pussy feeling today? Still wide enough to drive a truck through?” Laughter exploded everywhere—loud, vicious, echoing off the lockers. A group of cheerleaders pointed and cackled, one of them dramatically plugging her nose as if she could smell me from across the hall. Guys high-fived each other, repeating the insults louder and adding their own disgusting twists: “Fish market Harper!” “Loose lips sink ships—and pussies!” “Virgin my ass, she’s probably been gangbanged by the whole senior class!”

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

Elise said in one breath, looking at me with a look that said, ‘You just messed with the devil. “Are you saying something from a movie? Like seriously, how can you slander him and say such words without proof?” I asked, my tone defensive. It was as if I was not the same person who said he was an arrogant jerk. Elise looked at me with a gaping mouth and wide eyes and half yelled, "Don't tell me you are also among those ladies who have a crush on him.” I looked at Elise as if she was crazy. How did she arrive at such a conclusion from what I said?

Laughter bounced around the room. I sat down on the bench lacing up my Jordans. Woody looked over. “You know Coach definitely has a favorite.” I didn’t even look up. “He hates all of us equally, Woody.” “Nah.” Parker pointed at me. “You are the Golden boy.” “Did you hear him?” Woody mimicked Coach’s voice. “Watch Tatum. Watch Tatum” The room erupted with laughter. I shook my head. “You lot are idiots.” Enzo walked in late, still carrying his helmet. “There he is.”