A/N: I felt a little angsty after writing such fluff, so here you go! A little angsty one-shot. Don't forget to review! -LoVeDoNtHaTe
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No Reason to Smile
A Harry Potter fanfic by LoVeDoNtHaTe
Draco stared at the girl from his seat two tables away in the library, scoffing when she looked up at her studying companion and smiled, and Draco'd look down, back to his work, only to raise his head for another look.
She was undeniably pretty. Either this war had made her mature physically, or she took better care of her appearance, he didn't know. Either way, she was pretty, and getting prettier. Merlin, even the stupid Weasel could see that, with the way he was attempting to cast surreptitious glances her way, though it was obvious by her smile that she knew. And Draco grit his teeth and looked down, disgusted.
How could he feel this way? How in Merlin's name could he fancy someone below him? Someone who was so against him? A Mudblood? He hated her. He hated her. He hated her. But he loved her.
I don't love her! Draco thought violently, his face contorting into a dark scowl at the thought. I don't love her. His cold grey eyes cast themselves again onto her. She'd never want to be with me.
There was never a reason to smile anymore. With the war going on, and Draco's vital mission he had to carry out and his grades to keep up, there was no room for little unrequited fancies, or girlfriends or any close relationships for that matter. She caught his eye and scowled at him. Weasley followed her gaze and scowled as well before both turned back to their work. Draco followed suit. What was there to be happy about? Happy that his parents could die? Happy that he had his Dark Mark? Happy that he was given a nearly impossible mission? Happy that she loathed him? He looked at her again and watched as she looked up and smiled at Weasley as he tripped over his words and she said something Draco couldn't hear. He scowled and looked back down to his open textbook, his fists clenching on the table. He couldn't do this.
Draco stood abruptly, startling several people around him, and picked up his books and stormed out of the library, his eyes burning, his jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white from holding the textbooks so tightly. He should take a visit to the Room of Requirement and work on that blasted cabinet. He heard giggling and whipped his head around, only to feel his chest wrench as he turned back around, walking faster. Hermione and the Weasel. Disgusting.
There was no reason to smile anymore.