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[A/N: I thought doing a Draco PoV would be fun and easy, but I stand corrected. I love Harry, and he hates him. Talk about hard! lol. I was aiming at humour here, and I might have missed, who knows? I enjoyed writing this, though, so I hope you enjoy reading it. Just so you know, I would have never thought of doing another chapter, thanks for convincing me!
PS: I mentioned a one-sided[sort of] portkey ship (other than H/Hr) here somewhere; see if you can find it! :) ]
Just Potter
Stupid Potter and his friends. How they annoyed him in every possible way. Potter's not even a hero. He just happened to escape the Dark Lord five times (Good Merlin, has it been that many?) because, by some unfortunate turn of events, he had had help. He can't even pass Potions. Was that what heroes were these days? Illiterate?
That Mudblood Granger wasn't any better. You'd think after six years' worth of kissing up, her lips would be incredibly chapped. He wished they were. Maybe then, Potter would stop looking at them so much. Idiot.
Draco Malfoy couldn't believe how a nosy, irritatingly observant, and a great pain in the behind could possibly fail to notice the looks Granger usually sent him. What kind of hero doesn't notice these things anyway? I'll bet half the school's even given those looks names!
Oh how Malfoy hated Potter. There was simply nothing about him to like! From his unbelievably untidy hair (I hate it), to the way he walks(I hate it), from the way he tells off Granger and Weasley for bickering again (Stupid Weasley, can't even afford losing to Granger. I hate it), to the way he looks after a victorious Quidditch match, exhausted but happy him and his teammates won (Gah, did I even say that?I HATE IT!)
Thank goodness for Crabbe and Goyle, who laughed, chuckled and sniggered at Malfoy's jokes and taunting. He knew his jokes and taunting weren't really all that funny, but he loved the fact that Crabbe and Goyle were too, er, special, to notice. Pansy Parkinson wasn't all that bad. If she didn't have such an ugly face, I'd probably go out with her. Speaking of Pansy Parkinson, she told Malfoy the most ludicrous story he'd heard in months.
Apparently, Potter and Granger had finally kissed not more than 24 hours ago. Parkinson heard it from her friend, who heard it from Midgen, who heard it from Patil, who heard it from her sister, Patil, who heard it from Brown, who said she would swore in front of the whole Wizengamot, that she saw Potter and Granger try to suck each other's tonsils near the Astonomy Tower at three minutes past midnight. Parkinson eagerly told Malfoy that Brown left after a few minutes because things were starting to heat up. Malfoy had difficulty believing the last sentence. Like Potter is that good with women. Chang, anyone? Parkinson was shrieking with laughter, as she left and tried to spread "what happened" some more.
Truthfully, it wasn't that Potter was as clueless as anyone with half a mind could be that Malfoy doubted that sentence. It was because he had witnessed Potter and Granger himself, together, talking to each other in such a disgusting way, you'd know they meant a lot to each other. And it seemed, as he accidentally and unfortunately (Never again!) eavesdropped on their conversation, that they had been together long before Brown "found them snogging each other's brains out" in the "Astronomy Tower".
Malfoy remembered the scene most unpleasantly:
He couldn't, for the life of him, recall why he went up to the Owlery by himself, without his usual cronies, and a pink box of chocolate Parkinson had given him, but he did. In his defense, the sun had barely risen, and he was certain nobody else was awake. It was, after all, a Saturday. He had just sent his mother an owl concerning the wizard snacks he was storing inside his trunk, or lack thereof, and was outside the Owlery, when he heard distant voices, one of which said, "Oh, Harry!", then giggled?
Draco Malfoy, thug-less and carrying a pink box of chocolates. The picture just screamed to be made fun of. Thinking fast, he had opened the nearest and only broom closet there, and threw himself in. The stench that had reached his pointed nose was so foul, he was glad he hadn't had breakfast yet. Of all the broom closets in the world, he ended up being inside the one which stored the brooms which cleaned the Owlery floor. He could have sworn he had stepped on something smelly. Before he could move his foot away from whatever it was stepping on, he heard the voices again, in close proximity to his broom closet.
`Hermione, I want you to know that, whatever Cho said near the library last night, it's not true,' said the voice, which sounded a lot like Potter's. Malfoy didn't want to do it, to witness it, to move in his closet, but curiousity got the best of him: he looked through a thin opening and saw Potter and Granger facing each other, the smile on Granger's face slightly fading. Obviously, she went from giggling at whatever sick thing Potter was saying or doing, to that.
`No, Harry, I think it is. Maybe I am such an insufferable know-it-all, and attention-seeking witch,' she said, sighing.
Potter frowned.
`You're not attention-seeking,' he said, smiling a bit. Granger playfully glared at him. Malfoy could have thrown up on the already disgusting floor.
`So you think I'm an insufferable know-it-all?' she said, in mock anger.
`Well, I wouldn't say insufferable-' Potter grinned. Oh, how Malfoy hated that grin.
There was a moment where Malfoy's stomach was, yet again, put to a test, as Granger stared at Potter with the gooey eyes of love, which he returned. Disgusting. The next moment, he had decided was too much for his poor stomach and eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn't get away from it fast enough.
Granger had taken a shy, but determined half-step towards Potter, as he gently pulled her from the waist with his one hand, and cupped her cheek with the other. They had shared another loving stare (blech!) before sharing what looked like a blissful locking of lips. There were some situations in which you should just move to spare yourself unbearable pain but are in shock that you are just incapable of moving: a car heading towards you, being chased by an angry bull, the door about to hit you in the face… and for Malfoy, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger kissing.
What was it about Potter that Granger liked so much, Malfoy found himself wondering, finally out of that horrible memory. Was it because of his unbelievably untidy hair, or the way he walks, or the way he tells off Granger and Weasley for bickering again, or the way he looks after a victorious Quidditch match, exhausted but happy him and his teammates won? Was it because he was such a "hero"? Malfoy would rather give his right leg willingly to a rabid werewolf than say or admit Potter was a hero. He didn't see the logic in anyone loving Potter the way that Granger always has, (and people say she's smart!) but then again, even Malfoy knew there wasn't logic in true love. He just wasn't about to say that to anyone. He would take that secret to the grave. Unless that feisty Weasley girl turns evil.
Granger may be in love with Potter with all of her mudblood heart, but Malfoy hates him with a complete and satisfied passion. The only thing Granger and Malfoy, himself, have in common is that they feel love and hate, respectively, for Potter because, among other very crude comments on Malfoy's part, Potter was… just Potter.
Stupid Potter and his friends.
**The End**
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