House: Ravenclaw

Word Count: 2303

Category: Bonus [Disney Originals] (Descendants)

Prompt(s): [Speech] "How is it possible to hate you this much?"

Written as a stand in for Year 3.

This was an outrage. Why in Merlin's name did he have to come along? Draco Malfoy was currently in a mysterious world called Auradon, a detention he was having to serve in his fifth year, due to the horrid woman, who had the nerve to call herself a teacher.

Draco would have been completely fine with the situation, if he wasn't stuck here with the person he loathed most in the retched school. Yes, that's right, he was attempting to help a group of villains, stuck on a isle that reeked to high heavens, and trying desperately not to rip his companions head from his shoulders.

He was stuck with Harry Potter. At the very least, he figured it couldn't get any worse than this, the two sitting in an awkward silence, waiting with three famous villains for their children to get back home. The two were pretending to be new to the isle of villains, or as the current residents liked to call it, The Isle of the Lost.

Draco had to admit, it had a nice ring to it, an air of mystery surrounding the name. Harry was obviously very uncomfortable, even though the two boys had agreed to put their past behind them, there was still some tension remaining. Both boys were not fully able to let go of their hatred for the other.

After around five minutes of silence the two heard it, the obnoxious laughter and loud voices nearing the room, sounding only slightly older than the pair themselves. The children burst into the room, followed by the leader of the group, Maleficent, and her daughter Mal. Draco had tried hard not to snort at the introduction they had been given, the children not seeming all that bad, or worthy of the term villain.

Although, a blue haired girl, by the name of Evie, who just so happened to be the daughter of the evil queen, was getting on Draco's nerves. She reminded him of Pansy, the girl whom he so despised, who was so very in love with him, seemingly impossible to escape. And just when he had thought this detention would free him of her attitude, there Evie was, practically her reincarnation.

Jay, the son of Jafar, had tried to rob him and Harry, though when finding they only had sticks on them, tossed them back. The sticks weren't any old sticks, they were wands, of course, and Draco was glad Maleficent hadn't seen them, knowing she would take them for her own gain.

After an hour the car arrived, the car that would take the six to Auradon, to a castle which had been made into a school. This had caused Harry and Draco to share a short smile, before realizing to whom they were giving the kind gesture and stopping immediately. They had sat in silence, Draco and Harry both grimacing at the greed the teens in front of them possessed. Watching as they devoured the candy that soon littered the entire back seat of the limo.

Draco looked at a piece of muggle candy curiously, surely it couldn't be as good as the variety of magical candy he was used to. He picked the piece up and popped it into his mouth, rolling his eyes as Harry's surprised face. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't as good as the candy he was used to.

Finally, they had arrived, Draco wishing he could apparate already, as to have avoided being stuck in the back of a stuffy limo for hours on end. Harry hadn't been that bad, he was quiet, which was surprising to the blond Slytherin. He could have sworn the other boy would be loud and obnoxious like those who had been seated in front of them.

They were greeted warmly, which Draco smiled sadly at, he knew that those on the light side would not be so forgiving. Knowing of the fate that would be in his future, but he pushed it away, out of his mind, allowing his thoughts to get back on track, focusing his mind onto something less depressing.

He had to find a wand and manage to grab it, the object was a portkey and would transport them back to the real world, or more so the world they belonged in. He decided to try and split up, though that would be hard as the two boys were sharing a dorm with each other. Although that could also help them, Draco thought idly, as they would have more time to plan the best course of action.

The two were lead to their room, by one of the children of the seven dwarves, and they were surprised at the color scheme the bedroom took on. It was dark, the walls a deep gray color, reminding Draco of his room back in Slytherin, and the windows were large, letting in a massive amount of light, which was sure to remind the Potter of his room in Gryffindor tower.

The beds had blue blankets, which both boys had to wrinkle their noses at, the pastel color something you would decorate a baby's room with, not something for teen boys to have as bedsheets. It would have to do, however, as the two were in a rush to figure out a plan. As they conversed they realized how much they had in common, their personalities extraordinarily similar to each others.

They figured out a course of action quickly, both deciding to hang out with one of the boys in the group. Draco picked Jay, and Harry picked Carlos, figuring they could weasel information out of the two easier if it was a one on one sort of setting. And that is how Draco ended up being told about cookies, and the entire plan of stealing the wand which the fairy possessed.

Draco listened carefully, making sure he made mental notes about what seemed most important. But soon the conversation took a turn, Jay boasting about his talent for stealing and bragging about the girls who swooned over him, causing Draco to become highly annoyed. This boy, if given the chance, would be sorted into Gryffindor. Draco knew this without a doubt.

He felt hate bubble up in his chest, rising to surface more and more as the boy continued to boast about his lavish life. Draco wanting to scream about what his life was like, that he lived in a mansion, adored by many, but he held his tongue, knowing the situation would only become worse.

But as minutes passed Draco knew he would lose it, and as Jay was about to start up again about how Draco would never be better than him, he got closer and closer to snapping from the rude remarks thrown at him.

"I have parents, unlike you." Lie.

"I am way more popular with the ladies." I wish.

"My hair is way nicer than yours." Don't flatter yourself.

"Who even has hair that blonde?" It's what makes me superior.

Jay started laughing hysterically, Draco feeling his eye twitch in annoyance, and then he snapped, stray thoughts leaking onto his tongue, and leaving his mouth.

"How is it possible to hate you this much?" Jay stopped laughing, eyes crinkling in confusion. It was obvious he had expected shouting to ensue, had been hoping for Draco to curse at him, maybe even get violent. But as Draco sat, a calm tone to his retort, seemingly laced in confusion that wasn't really there.

Draco then got up, making it his duty to go and find Harry, which wasn't a hard task as he was lying down on his bed, way too still to be asleep. He was shaking, Draco noticed as he walked closer, though he couldn't tell why. There was a sob, muffled by the pillow, but still loud enough for Draco to hear.

"I-" Why is he crying?

"I failed." Failed what?

"He'll hate me even more now than he already did." This last sentence caught Draco off guard. Surely Harry couldn't be talking about him. He let out a sigh, sitting on the edge of the brunette's bed, rubbing circles awkwardly onto his companions back. He realized with sadness that he didn't hate Harry, not really.

Sure, he had been hurt, the boy denying his offer of friendship. And yes, he had mocked the other boy for years, but it was childish, and he didn't mean it. But he was scared because if his father knew he didn't retaliate, there would be hell to pay. And Draco didn't want to deal with hell, not yet at least.

Draco watched as Harry turned his head towards him, almost painstakingly slow, eyes filled with sadness, embarrassment clear on his features. Harry started with excuses, apologies, questions.

"I didn't know you were here." Obviously.

"I'm sorry." I know.

"How much did you hear?" Too much.

Draco let out a sigh, figuring telling the truth would be the only way to build a friendship, or at least try to. His father couldn't touch him here, hell, his father didn't even need to know.

"All of it." This caused another strangled sob to fall out of Harry's mouth, the boy covering his face with his hands, trying desperately to salvage what little dignity he had left. Draco couldn't care less though, wrapping Harry into a tight embrace. It was awkward at first, but Draco knew it was what Harry needed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry calmed down enough to listen to Draco. Who in turn explained everything that had been going on in the past five years, the blond nearly breaking down once or twice. He could tell this surprised Harry, the act he put on, the mask he chose to wear, and how he had everyone fooled.

The two became friends as the days passed, and as days turned into weeks they focused on their mission. However, Draco couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach from just looking at Harry. When the two talked, Draco had to desperately cool his face down. He didn't know what this feeling was, but he had a suspicion.

After all, he couldn't be sick, he didn't have a fever, but he wanted to play it safe. He went to the hospital wing, or as the students called it, the clinic. The doctor had just given him a smile, laughing and being very helpful about the situation.

"You aren't sick," Then what am I?

"You seem to be in love." Draco smiled, a sad smile, but determination soon crossed his features, and as he thanked the doctor and left he felt a surge of confidence enter him. He went to Mal and Evie, asking them for advice, which both willingly gave, and as the days drew closer to the coronation, Draco grew closer to Harry. And then the day came, before the massively anticipated event, and Draco knew he had to act then and there. He had been confident until that night, but the what ifs circled his mind, plaguing him.

What if Harry didn't feel the same?

What if he laughed at Draco?

What if he said no?

He tried his best to push them away, almost certain that he hadn't misread his companions behavior. The glances Harry snuck when he thought Draco wasn't looking, the flush that creeped onto his face whenever the blond was close to him. Harry entered the room, Draco watching his pair of green eyes take in the flowers, red roses, and a box of chocolates.

Harry's face dropped, causing Draco to go into a panic. What had he done wrong, he was sure he had followed the girls advice to a point. So, whatever was wrong?

"Who are you waiting for?" You.

"It's Evie. Isn't it." I have to stop him.

"I should go." No!

"Wait!" Draco's pleading voice cut through the air, his mistake, he realized, was not telling Harry anything sooner. Harry turned around slowly, face cold, uncaring, emerald green orbs seeming to shimmer with sadness.

"Potter. I want you to be my date to the coronation." Harry's eyes widened, causing Draco to let out an awkward chuckle. Harry just nodded, surprise rendering the other speechless. It wasn't suspicious, for the most part, and if anyone asked he had a million excuses.

The day came, the event where Harry and Draco would finally be able to go home. Draco wondered faintly how much time had passed in their world, feeling bad for how worried his mother must be. The day passed in a blur, Draco barely able to concentrate on one event, as multiple happened at once. He remembered a Dragon, being momentarily frozen, then rushing over to check on Harry.

The two watched with smiles as the Fairy Godmother and the rest of the kingdom accepted the villains, even though their parents had done unspeakable things. Draco felt relieved that someone was getting accepted, knowing he wouldn't get the same reaction back at home. He felt Harry wrap his arms around him, the two boys sharing a short embrace, the last they would have in the public eye.

Minutes passed and the two had finally gotten up to the area where the wand was held. Away from prying eyes the two smiled at each other, holding onto the portkey and falling back into their own world. Draco knew that if he was ever found out to be dating his so called enemy there would be hell to pay. But something had awoken inside of Draco after the experience he had just had.

If there would be hell to pay, if hell would unleash it's demons upon him, if they would endanger him and the person he loved. Then so be it, let there be demons, let hell come.

He'd be waiting.