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Rivalry

Draco Malfoy. That was a name Harry despised, and the person who it belonged to was as equally unlikeable. Sure he was the chosen one, yes he could defeat Voldemort and yes he pretty much was twice as good as Draco at most things, but Draco had something that Harry yearned for with his heart and soul.

Draco had love.

And not just anyone's love. Her Love. Elphaba Jones's love.

Harry couldn't understand it. 'Why him? Why him, over ME?' What did he have that Harry didn't? Harry was The Chosen One. He could have any girl he wanted. Except her, apparently.

Okay, so Harry never really noticed Elphie until fifth year started and she came back with bright blue hair. He never noticed ho her eyes sparkled when she laughed or how her nose cutely wrinkled up when she was concentrating. But that wasn't the point.

He and Draco had been enemies since first year, Draco always hassling Harry, Harry always getting into trouble for retaliating. This just seemed to be the icing on the cake for him, the last straw. Harry was sure he was using Elphie to get to him. He could have picked anyone, ANYONE but her. And she was in Gryffindor to boot. He had to see her every day. Every fucking day went by and he couldn't touch her. He couldn't hold her, or kiss her the way he'd seen Draco do.

The only thing that makes the matter completely unbearable is that Hermione has accepted him. Hermione Granger. The girl, who broke Draco's nose in third year, is suddenly becoming fast friends with him. Luna has too. Ron pointed out that it was understandable, considering they were Elphie's mates.

They were rivals. First rivals in quidditch, then house points and now rivals in love and friendship.

Draco Malfoy. Harry despised him.