A/N: I was going to be all, "Hmm, let's be evil and not update for a month"… You're all lucky I'm so nice.
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Stupid blonde drama queen. He always had to screw it all up, didn't he? He didn't know anything. He didn't understand.
Harry kicked the leaves littering the path, scowling. Taking a quick look round, he spun and Apparated home.
If you could really call it a home.
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Draco lasted less than a minute trying not to think about Potter.
He made himself a coffee and sat at the counter, staring despondently into the steaming mug.
Coffee was rather interesting once you examined it closely. Light brown swirls mixed with darker brown swirls, and there was light fluffy foam on top that was exactly the same golden color of Potter's tan… Which he'd had ample time to examine last night…
Draco swore and slapped himself.
Now, back to the coffee scrutiny: deeper down, there was pure black liquid, dark and smooth and rich like Potter's hair…
He slapped himself again. It actually hurt a lot; it would probably bruise later.
He sighed and tried to ignore the mug, which was the same green as Potter's eyes… It was much too bright for a mug, if you asked him, but absolutely perfect when seen with that skin and that hair…
Draco "accidentally" pushed the mug over. Stupid coffee for reminding him of Potter.
Stupid coffee for spilling in that stupid, stupid lightning bolt shape, just like the one on Potter's forehead. Even the coffee had betrayed him. It was enough to drive a guy insane.
Draco ignored the steady drip of coffee onto the floor. It was a stupid floor anyway. Stupid Potter, for making him fall in love. He slapped himself again.
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A week later, he was very much immersed in the habit of slapping himself whenever he thought of Potter.
Thinking of Potter made him sick.
Being sick meant he had to go to St. Mungo's.
Going to St. Mungo's meant that he had to see Potter.
Just thinking about seeing Potter made him want to run away.
Thinking about running away made him feel like coffee.
No, wait, coffee was stupid.
How about cereal, then?
Cereal that he had gotten when Potter was there, and he had teased the squabbling couple when all Draco had really wanted was to be like that; arguing about stupid things like which cereal to buy and whose friends to go out with that night?
Ugh. No.
Cauliflower?
The cauliflower that Potter had given him? The insanely unpayable debt of unsquashed cauliflower, which had led to him owing Potter dinner, which he had repaid and then that led to certain events last night?
Draco groaned and buried his head in his hands. The carrots reminded him of Potter. He was going to bloody starve.
The flowers that Potter had given him last night were beginning to wilt. Draco faced the other way and tried to convince himself that he didn't care.
He was not in love with Potter. That would be just stupid.
He gave a scream of frustration, snatched the flowers off the table and shoved them into a vase. His Aguamenti charm went in the complete opposite direction.
The vase was red, just like the one in Potter's office.
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A/N: Well, technically, I'm still evil, because that didn't really do much.
Draco's in looooooooooove… (: