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Harry Potter just got another note, from Malfoy. It magically appeared in his pocket, as always. This time he didn’t even read it, he just threw it in trash right where it belonged.
He was getting those letters every day for a whole year. At this point he stopped reading them. The letters always said the same thing anyway: ‘Harry Potter is a loser, I'm the greatest, I'm the Smartests’.
It was terrifying how long his last lesson was, and the way Malfoy stared at him didn’t make it any shorter, even Ron noticed it and of course joked about it.
“Looks like someone has a crush on you” Ron teased, whispering and laughing at the same time.
“Shut up” Harry spat, clearly annoyed. This wasn’t the first time this was happening, Malfoy was staring at him and the joke obviously wasn’t new either.
It happened every single day, in the hallway, during classes, sometimes Harry even thought Malfoy was going to find a way to stare at him even in his own room. That was a little scary sometimes but most of the time it was just really, really annoying.
Everything about Malfoy was annoying, the way he laughs at his own jokes, the way he walks and talks, basically every time Malfoy is doing anything, he finds that annoying. Sometimes he imagines Malfoy brushing his teeth, by the way Hermione said that the fact that he imagines Malfoy doing something is weird, even though it’s clearly not, imagining someone he hates doing most normal things is totally not weird. It makes him hate Malfoy more every time, so it clearly works just as good as saying you love yourself everyday or something similar. Harry does not know if these methods actually work, but his works just fine and that's the most important thing.
Back to the topic, from time to time he imagines Malfoy brushing his teeth or drinking water or doing basically anything, and every time he gets annoyed so fast just the way imaginary Malfoy holds his imaginary toothbrush, the way he’s doing anything is so, so annoying, Harry is already tired of this word, but he has no other way to describe what he feels about Malfoy in general.
He wanted to get back into his room as quickly as possible so waiting for Ron to pack his stuff was like a torture.
“ Do you understand anything she’s saying?” Clearly Divination lessons were not Ron’s cup of tea, to be honest it wasn’t Harry’s too. Everything that Professor Trelawney said felt like a fewer dream.
“ Not really, are you going?”
“Yes, yes just wait!” The moment when Ron finally packed all of his things, everything fell on the floor.
“Are you serious?”
“It’s not my fault!” Ron said, and he was right it wasn’t his fault he was so clumsy, but Potter hated whoever fault this was, he leaned to help Ron and suddenly felt this weird feeling he always gets when someone is watching him, he already knew who it was. Harry looked back and who would’ve guessed, Malfoy, of course it's him.
This time Harry decided to not hold back.
“What are you looking at?” Harry asked, waiting for an answer.
“As if there is something to look at” Draco's friends laughed with Malfoy at his stupid punch-line, god it made him annoyed, how can someone give him goosebumps every time he speaks?
When they finally left this classroom Harry was holding himself back from running straight to his bed. While they walked him and Ron had a small talk.
“Maybe we should visit Hermione? I don't think we’ll catch a cold just for talking with her” two to three days before Hermione caught a cold, it wasn’t something serious but she still couldn’t attend classes.
“You know what Hermione said, besides, she’s probably studying right now, I don’t want to disturb her.”
The truth was, Harry just wanted to get to his bed as fast as he could, maybe that was a little selfish but he wasn’t wrong either, Hermione will probably drive them away because ‘ I don't want you two to catch a cold’, but Harry wouldn’t mind that to be honest, laying all day in bed even a headache or any other symptom of cold, they all were better than another stare from Malfoy.
After their small talk, they were quiet all the way till they finally got to their beds.
“God finally,” Harry said, lying in his bed.
“Yeah” The bed creaked slightly under Ron’s weight.
Harry tried all his comfortable possessions, stopping on his side. I wonder what Malfoy is doing right now, probably talking with his ‘friends’, Harry was convinced their friendship could break at any moment, he just had to wait for it, I wonder if this will stop Malfoy from laughing at every small thing he did thinking about Malfoy laughing made him annoyed, gosh he hates that smile.
“What’ya thinking about Potter?”
Harry’s bed creaked when he stood up.
“I’m going to the library”
He walked away from the room as soon as possible, he was not in the mood for another small talk and all he wanted was peace.
“What did I do?” The last thing Potter heard from Ron before closing the door.
I wonder if Malfoy has good grades, he never heard anything about his grades, i wonder if his dad ever tried to buy his grades or there was never a need?What if he’s actually a bookworm? That itself sounds funny, even though he could imagine Malfoy with a toothbrush he couldn’t imagine him with a book.
…
He was lying, he could and it looked as annoying as always.
At the library he sat down closest to his seat and just stared at the void for a moment, after that he looked around looking for some book or anything he could do right now. After doing that for a moment he noticed a letter that clearly belonged to someone next to him, who was not there at the moment so he could take that letter and read it with no shame, and that's what he did.
He read this short letter in less than a second, but his eyes were glued to it, he just couldn’t look at anything else right now, like the whole world stopped existing after he read this letter.
“You have beautiful pretty eyes.
From: Draco Malfoy
To: Potter”
He read that letter again and again, he just couldn't stop himself from reading it multiple times. Harry suddenly realised that what he felt towards Draco wasn’t annoyance, the stares, the letter it all was-
He felt the familiar sensation, Draco was staring at him, I don't think I ever saw him looking so terrified.
The blond swallowed, ready to finally say something but Harry was faster.
Harry Potter kissed Draco Malfoy. The whole library gasped.