Summary- A smile? A smile? What could be so interesting about a smile? Well when it comes from Draco Malfoy a lot!

I do not own Harry Potter

Harry or Draco will never be mine! (Wahhhhhhhhh!)

Harry will never be with Draco ( How sad)

I hope you guys like this it's a continuation from biohazard child's oneshot against the blue-100 stories challenge chapter 9. I really liked this and hoped that I could make a great story off it! Hope you enjoy!

NeverLoveAnother

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Harry caught a smile one day.

It shocked him, to say the least. Really, it shouldn't, but it did. It was just strange but not unpleasant—like an ugly fruit you had expected to be bitter, but had turned out to be sweet.

But unlike this analogy, Draco Malfoy wasn't anywhere near ugly.

The smile wasn't towards him, of course, there was no reason that Malfoy would smile at him like that—there was too much raw joy in it to have been directed at the Gryffindor. The fact made Harry's heart sting a little for a split second. The smile had been fleeting too; gone within a second, only to be replaced with that trademark emotionless sneer.

To be truthful, he almost felt like he had intruded on something private when he saw that smile—it was too intimate to have been seen by just anyone, especially not Malfoy's archrival.

But nevertheless, he had spied it from the corner of his eye as Malfoy had descended the stairs to attend their shared Potions class, walking across the joining hallways to the dungeons. Ron and Hermione were bickering in the back about Lavender—something about her being indecent or something. The Slytherin had been alone for once, without his cronies and Parkinson... he almost looked lonely. The blond was clutching a piece of parchment—Harry wished he knew what it was—and as he folded it up before stopping before the stairs, he smiled.

Harry swore his heart skipped a beat.

Malfoy's expression changed immediately as he noted the Golden Trio, passing a snide remark on the "poor mudblood couple" before strolling into the Potions classroom. Ron had combusted into rage while Hermione tried to hold him back, the brunet had simply said nothing and clutched his bag tighter.

No one had seen it.

No one but Harry.

And now, the smile was intriguing him. It was an understatement, intriguing, as it had been the only thing the Seeker had thought about all day. He wasn't an obsessive person either—few things interested him past the cautionary level. Hermione had given him a strange look at dinner, which he ignored, and as he lay on his bed thinking, he still couldn't unravel it. A smile shouldn't fascinate him—he saw Draco Malfoy smile every day, for various reasons. There was nothing different about this. There was no deep meaning into it either; Malfoy had simply been genuine happy for a split moment. Why was that unusual? It wasn't. Really. Even someone like Malfoy had moments of true happiness—perhaps the Slytherin had managed to condense it into a small smile.

But why… did he remember it so clearly?

Draco Malfoy was nothing special.

The smile was nothing special.

It didn't matter.

It shouldn't matter.

And that was all there was to it.

Maybe it was.

Maybe it wasn't?