Drarry Oneshots

Hate

A Thin Line Between Love & Hate

Summary: "Draco Malfoy hated Harry. Everyone knew it. How could they not? In the past, the blond constantly went out of his way to make Harry miserable, as if the boy didn't have enough problems already." Now it is their eighth year and Draco seems to have made up with everyone but Harry. Why is this and why does it hurt Harry so much?

Word Count: 3,273

Draco Malfoy hated Harry. Everyone knew it. How could they not? In the past, the blond constantly went out of his way to make Harry miserable, as if the boy didn't have enough problems already.

It was their eighth year now though. The war was over. Harry had testified at Malfoy's trial. They could have been friends or at least not enemies, yet the blond treated him the same way he always did. Hate would always be hate.

Maybe it wouldn't have bothered Harry as much if not for the fact Malfoy clearly had changed. Their first day back the Slytherin had walked straight up to the trio and stuck his hand out to Hermione. "You're the brightest witch of our age," he declared firmly. "Blood status means nothing."

Harry's jaw had dropped, but Hermione had merely smiled at the boy. "Thank you, Draco." The brunette insisted later that she was letting bygones be bygones. In fact, the pair had even started studying together in the library; Hermione finally had a friend who could keep up with her.

Ron had been next. It was a few weeks into school when Malfoy had confronted the trio again. Hermione had smiled warmly at her new friend and Harry guessed she already knew what Malfoy was about to do.

"Your loyalty is worth much more than money. I never should have insulted your family." The blond's eyes were surprisingly sincere, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I know it does not excuse my behavior, but I see now I was jealous of you. My father bought me my friends but you had true ones and I handled it poorly."

Ron had looked confused for a moment before smirking. "It seems you're making true friends now." Harry's best mate stuck out his hand in front of Malfoy. "Friends?"

"Friends," Malfoy had agreed.

It wasn't just Ron and Hermione that Malfoy had spoken to. No, the blond had gone out of his way to make it up to everyone he had wronged. He was smiling at people in the corridors and assisting the first years. He was undeniably different but one thing remained: he hated Harry.

His smile turned to a frown when Harry walked in. The blond always glared when the pair made eye contact. If he tried joining Malfoy and Hermione to study, Malfoy would make up an excuse to leave. It was the same as it had always been.

Or maybe it wasn't. Before the Blond was unavoidable, actively trying to mess up Harry's life. Now though, Malfoy avoided him instead. It shouldn't have hurt more, yet it did. The Gryffindor just wanted to be friends with him like everyone else seemed to be.

"Why does he hate me?" Harry asked Hermione, his eyes still lingering on the door Malfoy had left out of.

The brunette smiled sympathetically. "He doesn't hate you. Draco just isn't good at expressing what he truly feels."

"Which is?"

Hermione bit her lip slightly. "That's something Draco needs to tell you himself." His friend suddenly smirked, her eyes lighting up. "I suppose a little push couldn't hurt though."

Harry stared at her in confusion. "Meaning?" He was met with only silence.

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