It was a day like any other, yet somehow better, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when Draco Malfoy decided to inform Harry Potter of a matter of utmost importance.
"I hate you."
"But that's abso-!" Harry looked up, breaking off mid-word. Malfoy was standing above him, arms crossed, looking especially superior this morning.
"Good to know." said Harry. Malfoy continued to simply stand there, looking -no, more like staring- at him, as though determined to burn off Harry's eyebrows using only his mind. Harry brought a finger up to his left eyebrow, just to make sure, then made to resume his debate with Hermione.
"That's absolutely absurd. You just can't do that to them!" said Harry. "It'd be like me forbidding you to do homework."
Hermione gasped in horror.
"But-wait, no! That is completely different!"
"No, it's not, Hermione!"
"Ahem."
"What do you want, Malfoy?" shouted Harry, suddenly very strung up. Malfoy examined his fingernails.
"I believe I told you something, Potter, and did not receive a response." he said flippantly. Harry noticed that Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere in sight. Not that it was important to him, the less he saw of them, the happier he was, really, because frankly, those two did not have a future in male modeling of any sort.
"Well, how the bloody hell do you expect me to respond to that? 'I hate you, too.'?"
Malfoy smirked.
"Well, I hate you, too, Malfoy. More than you can ever imagine." Harry felt an odd shiver as he said those words.
"Oh, good." said Malfoy, then spun on his heel and walked away, feeling strangely, and very un-Malfoy-ishly, giddy.
Ah.
That just made his morning.
Fin.