Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I only own this plot. Disclaimer applies to entire story!
AN: One-shot! Again… Oh yeah! I almost forgot! The idea for this story was inspired by Reasons to Hate Arisa Uotani by Shattered Midnight Dreams.
5 Reasons to Hate Harry Potter
1) His hair
Really, did his hair have to be that oh-so-tempting shade of jet black? It looked like ebony. Rich, smooth ebony. And when he was in sunlight, shiny highlights appeared in his hair.
If he had been totally alone rather than in a classroom full of forty other teenaged students, Draco Malfoy would have banged his head several times on his desk.
Almost as if Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him, he raised a hand and ran it through his hair. The ebony strands slipped through his fingers, contrasting with his pale skin.
Oh God…
Damn that boy.
2) His eyes
There was only one word for Harry's eyes: expressive.
When he was happy, they were a sparkling emerald green and full of laughter. When he was sad, his eyes seemed darker and they were often half-closed. When he was angry, his eyes narrowed and appeared to be an electric green.
And they had such a big effect on Draco.
When Harry's eyes were bright, Draco felt like smiling. When Harry's eyes were dark, Draco felt like giving him a hug (or maybe killing the person who made him so sad). When Harry's eyes sparked with electricity, Draco wanted to ask for his forgiveness.
Damn him even more.
3) His smile
His smile was always wide and genuine. When Harry smiled, it was because he was truly happy.
Even though Draco would never admit it, Harry had a gorgeous smile.
It spoke of the simple pleasures in life. Warm summer days on the beach, cool evenings in a cozy kitchen, lazy autumn days just lying down in a big pile of leaves.
He desperately wanted to be the reason for that smile.
And he ached with the need to kiss it.
4) His laugh
Harry's laugh…God, Harry's laugh.
Draco couldn't compare it to any sound he had ever heard on earth. Harry's laugh was lively and masculine, boasting of the mirth and happiness that lived in his soul.
His eyes would crinkle up, his lips parted, and his head would tilt back slightly.
It was the most heartbreakingly beautiful laugh Draco had ever heard.
5) The way he makes him feel
When he caught a small glimpse of him, even just a tiny one, he instantly felt like smiling. The highlight of his day was catching sight of his shining hair, his expressive eyes, his beautiful smile, his wonderful laugh.
His heart would beat faster and faster until he was sure it would explode, but it never did.
There were loads of girls at school. Girls who had black hair and green eyes. But they never caught his attention. They could never compare to Harry. His Harry.
And he never could explain why.
Draco didn't like things he couldn't explain. He liked rationality and reason in his life. It made everything a lot easier.
That all changed when he fell in love with Harry Potter—the Boy-Who-Lived, the boy who was supposed to be his enemy.
He could never explain why his hair, his eyes, his smile, and his laugh could make him feel so bad and feel so good at the same time.