1. Love
"Maybe it's because you love him."
Hermione's words were still ringing in Harry's ears. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he stormed down the sidewalk. How DARE she suggest such a thing! He couldn't possibly love Draco Malfoy of all people! Sure he had enjoyed working with him at the ministry for the past six months. Sure Draco was very attractive. Sure they had shared one drunken kiss two weeks ago and now it was all he could think about. But it wasn't because Harry loved him. It couldn't be.
Harry huffed down onto a park bench. Draco was exasperating. He was picky about everything. His hair, his food, how their shared office was organized, even what material his bloody socks were made of! Harry grinned as he thought of the day Draco ordered roast chicken for lunch and received steak. He had crossed his arms and pouted like a spoiled child for 30 minutes until Harry had swapped lunches with him. Harry would do anything to make Draco smile. He even bought him a pack of Slytherin sticky notes for his desk once. Draco had squealed and labeled everything in the office from his wand to Harry's forehead.
Harry let out a small chuckle. Draco was pretty adorable. And pretty. And deep-down a total sweetheart. Well...in his own unique way at least. And he made Harry happier than he had been in a long, long time. Harry inwardly groaned. He rested his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He was fucked. He was absolutely fucked because as always, Hermione was right. He was completely and totally in love with Draco Malfoy.