So I got this idea from that one song by those people I can't remember. You
know the one, "I Hate Everything About You." Yeah, that one. Sorry, for
some reason I can't remember the band's name at the moment. Oh well. And
I'm sorry if this sucks, but the damn plot wouldn't get out of my head!
Characters: So not mine... They're Rowlings... Don't sue cause that would really suck some ass!
ONE SHOT!
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"You know, I still hate everything about you."
Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he closed both his mouth and his eyes and rolled over onto his left side. He let out a deep breath from his nose just as the weight on the other side of the bed lifted. The bed groaned from its newfound freedom and Harry squeezed his eyes shut even tighter.
"I mean, I hate everything about you. I hate the way those ridiculous glasses sit off balance on your face. I hate the way you're always breaking the rules and getting away with it. I hate the way that scar on your head makes you so........." Harry knew Draco's arms were swinging out beside him and shaking as they did whenever he began ranting, "so indestructible. So fucking heroic."
Sighing, Harry slowly opened his eyes and rolled back over to his right side. Draco was standing before him, balancing on one leg while he tried to pull his khakis on. Harry watched until Draco turned his back to him and made his way towards the door, pulling his clothes and wand up off the floor as he went.
"We're mortal enemies. We have been since day one," Draco turned around to look at Harry, not a trace of sympathy on his cold features, just as his hand came to rest on the doorknob. "No, since before we were born. Since the beginning of time we were meant to be enemies and not lovers. I know this and I hope you do too. I'm not pretending here. I'm not trying to make up my feelings towards you by telling you I hate you. Harry Potter, I hate everything about you."
Draco pulled the door open and closed behind him in one swift, abrupt motion.
Harry watched the closed door for a long time after it closed. Finally a tear slid from his eye and down his cheek. He smiled sadly into the softly lit room.
"I know," he whispered. "But why do I love you?"
THE END
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Characters: So not mine... They're Rowlings... Don't sue cause that would really suck some ass!
ONE SHOT!
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"You know, I still hate everything about you."
Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he closed both his mouth and his eyes and rolled over onto his left side. He let out a deep breath from his nose just as the weight on the other side of the bed lifted. The bed groaned from its newfound freedom and Harry squeezed his eyes shut even tighter.
"I mean, I hate everything about you. I hate the way those ridiculous glasses sit off balance on your face. I hate the way you're always breaking the rules and getting away with it. I hate the way that scar on your head makes you so........." Harry knew Draco's arms were swinging out beside him and shaking as they did whenever he began ranting, "so indestructible. So fucking heroic."
Sighing, Harry slowly opened his eyes and rolled back over to his right side. Draco was standing before him, balancing on one leg while he tried to pull his khakis on. Harry watched until Draco turned his back to him and made his way towards the door, pulling his clothes and wand up off the floor as he went.
"We're mortal enemies. We have been since day one," Draco turned around to look at Harry, not a trace of sympathy on his cold features, just as his hand came to rest on the doorknob. "No, since before we were born. Since the beginning of time we were meant to be enemies and not lovers. I know this and I hope you do too. I'm not pretending here. I'm not trying to make up my feelings towards you by telling you I hate you. Harry Potter, I hate everything about you."
Draco pulled the door open and closed behind him in one swift, abrupt motion.
Harry watched the closed door for a long time after it closed. Finally a tear slid from his eye and down his cheek. He smiled sadly into the softly lit room.
"I know," he whispered. "But why do I love you?"
THE END
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