10 Things I Hate About You
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed in Gryffindor tower early one night. The Common Room was very crowded today so he had decided to do his homework alone in his room.
He looked up from his Potions essay at a tapping on the nearest window. Outside, there was a school owl perched on the window ledge. When Harry opened the window, the owl flew over to his bed, deposited his letter and flew back into the night. Harry sat back down on his bed and opened his letter. Inside there was a very short letter in neat, almost print-like handwriting.
I hate you. I hate it when you beat me at quidditch. I hate your stupid hair. I hate it when you yell at me. I hate it when your Gryffindork friends. I hate it that you're nice to everyone, except me. I hate your huge, ugly clothes. I hate it when you ignore me. I hate your jokes that make me laugh. I hate your words that make me cry. But most of all, I hate the way I can't hate you.
I love you Harry.
-Draco
Harry looked down at the letter for a few moments, smiling. Then he took out a piece of parchment and a quill.