Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, all song rights are Katy Perry's and all character's are Rolling and co's. The plot is mine, and so is the Porsche(lies)
Drabble. Utter crap. Let sleeping dragons lie, my darlings. It's a little song fic written out of BOREDOM.
Wish You The Worst
Harry walked into the small grocery store, reusable bag slung on his skinny elbow. He flicked his getting-too-long hair over one shoulder, and picked up a can of soup of the tall soup pyramid. He froze, had already going into his bag, at the sound of a familiar chuckle.
Draco Malfoy stood down the isle, arm around the missing-ribs thin waist of his current toy, Astoria Greengrass. She had that bottle-blond hair that hurt your eyes in florescent lighting, and the kind of gray eyes that really would be pretty, if she wore something less pink and more flattering(and less Berry Blue Blast™ eyeshadow). She seemed like an all right girl, he supposed, if nothing more than a giggling bracelet.
"Well, well, well." He said, forcing a smile onto his lips, making sure to crinkle the sides of his eyes for affect.
Draco stopped, frozen, his face a startled mask. "Harry!" He said, voice jumping awkwardly. "It's nice to see you!" His smiled, though no more forced than Harry's, was much less relaxed.
Cut the shit Draco. "It's good to see you too. You look... happy. Oh! Pleased to meet you miss Greengrass, I've heard a lot about you from various different people, all good, I assure you." He held out one delicately boned hand, and she grasped it awkwardly with her own heavily beaded fingers.
She giggled, "The pleasure is all mine," giggle, "Harry. It's so weird, Drakey's never even mentioned you!" She poked her boyfriend, giving another giggle.
"He's... Harry is..."
"An old friend. We had a tad of a falling out, but it was over something... petty, something stupid." Astoria nodded with a little smile, and Harry nearly smirked at the look of alarm in Draco's eyes. He, unlike his girlfriend, had not missed the obvious barb.
"You sure know how to pick em', Draco. You deserve each other."
"Thank you! Me and Drake are perfect, aren't we!" She gave a little smile up to her boyfriend, who was oddly pale.
"Well," Harry said, "Someone has to tell the truth. And I'm always honest." He cocked his head to one side, and started to walk backwards. "This looks like the end, huh? Oh well, we can still be friends." He dropped his smile, green eyes burning and flickering in the creeping evening light. "Congratulations."
Harry backed out, putting his soup back, walking away from the wide eyes of the blond boy whom he had recently been dumped by.
Let me be the first, Harry thought, to wish you the worst. I hope she's not why you left me, bastard. She's just the one between, heading nowhere fast.
"Sure. It's gonna last forever" he whispered to himself, lips pulled up into a sneer, distorting his pleasant features into a grinning dragon of vengeance. He stopped, turning his face to the nice little Porsche daddy's money had bought Draco. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his Swiss army knife. He poised it over one window, and began to scratch into the glass.
"Let me be the curse, Draco Malfoy, that creeps under your skin, until your heart caves in, and you wish she was me." He flicked his hair again, and walked away whistling, hair bouncing up and down with every step. Maybe he'd let it grow out. Draco had always hated that.