Soulmates, a Drarry Story

Love-Hate

Harry's POV

"Read me the ingredients" Malfoy ordered.

It was the end of the day and Malfoy and I were brewing the potion. Well, Malfoy was brewing the potion and I was sitting on the side, feeling more annoyed by the second.

We were in the room of requirements, thanks to MY wonderful idea, but did Malfoy care? nope, he just continued on being an asshole.

"Why?" I had to ask, loving the annoyed look he gave me.

"Because I don't trust you not to mess this up."

"Oh please, the only times I fail are when you mess up my potion" I snapped back, feeling myself immediately get defensive, like I actually cared what he thought.

His mysterious gray eyes pierced mine, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Malfoy smirked, and then said, "fine, but I'm blaming you if anything goes wrong."

"You'd find a way to blame me even if the entire school saw anything else ruin it." I grumbled, looking at him with resentful eyes.

"Is that really what you think?" he said, all of a sudden his voice was soft and not at all the cold distant voice I knew.

Draco's POV

"You'd find a way to blame me even if the entire school saw anything else do it" Potter said, his green eyes turning resentfully on me.

Suddenly, a wave of shame washed over me, realizing what I did. Ever since he turned down my friendship on the train in our first year, I had been trying to make myself believe I hated him.

"Is that really what you think?" I asked softly, knowing the answer.

potter looked at me like he couldn't believe I was asking that, saying "oh, I don't know, what do you think Malfoy, you bully me for years, you start ruining my grades, of course I fucking think that!" Potter nearly yelled, "and I don't see why you suddenly seem to care so much!"

"You know what, Potter?" I smoothed the pain in my voice over, making it my usual hiss, "I don't care. I never did and i never fucking will, now read me the ingredients to the potion."

The rest of the time was spent in awkward silence.

Emotions seethed inside of me, but I was done falling for potter. I needed to fight whatever feeling I felt for potter. I also saw the confusion in his eyes. One thing I was acting like I cared and then I blew up in his face.

I just wanted to crawl into a deep hole and die. We packed up the ingredients and potter took the potion. "If anything happens to that potion-" I growled, before being interrupted by potter, "yeah, i know, you'll do something horrible to me, i get it."

I fought back the pain and forced a smirk "glad we're on the same page, potter." I said smoothly.

When i got back to my the Slytheren dorm room, i fell onto my bed and groaned.

My emotions were so conflicted. I wanted to kiss that boy, I wanted to make him happy and comfort him when he was sad, but I also knew it would end up with me getting hurt, because I knew that potter would never stay with someone like me. I was the villain in the story.

I soon fell into a deep sleep, left with the lingering feeling that I was drowning.

Harry's POV

Malfoy was so confusing. My mind flashed to those hooded gray eyes, with so many mysteries hiding behind them, but never spilling out.

Tonight had been so confusing for me. Malfoy almost seemed, for a moment, like he cared what I had to say, yet then, the next moment he was exploding in my face like he always did. I didn't know what to think. It was undeniable that Malfoy was attractive, but his personality was shit.

A small part of me needed to know what was behind those gray eyes. What he hid. What did Malfoy fear? What was he thinking when he bullied me, and when, for tiny moments like today, where he let his guard down for a millisecond.

As soon as he let his guard down, I always realized that I found myself falling for him. I hadn't wanted to admit it, but I had fallen for him. hard. As soon as I admitted it to myself, I felt a blush creep onto my face.

I turned over in my bed, soon falling asleep with a certain blonde on my mind.

I woke up in the morning, happy, because I had quidditch practice today. Sun was streaming through the curtains around my bed and it felt like an overall good day.

I made my way down to my first class, which happened to be charms, and Ron and Hermione greeted me, waving me over to their part of the classroom.

I walked over, sitting down with them happily. Professor Flitwick spoke. "Today, we will be doing fire charms." he demonstrated, and then, as usual, havoc fell upon the classroom making it the perfect time for a conversation.

"So, how was the tutoring lesson from Malfoy?" Hermione asked sympathetically.

"He wouldn't even let me do anything," I ranted angrily, "he made me read the bloody ingredients and then blew up in my face." "That sucks, mate," Ron said sympathetically, patting my shoulder. "How's your guy's going?'' I said glumly, waving my wand halfheartedly and making a few sparks.

"I have Hermione, so I'm all set," Ron said, smiling at her. That smile... it was painfully obvious that they fancied each other, I just wondered when the confession would happen.

I just honestly wished that i had picked someone who would look at me like that, instaid of like dirt.

Something must have shown on my face, because Ron cleared his throat and said, "harry, Hermione and I have something to tell you..."

His guilty face made me nervous.

"Ron and I are dating," Hermione said with a scared look on her face.

I forced my face into a painful smile and said, "really!? I'm so happy for you guys!" They both looked relieved.

I spent the rest of charms class immersed in painful daydreams.

If Malfoy looked at me like that, his lips on mine, sweet moments between boyfriends.

I wished for a normal relationship.

I imagined our first date. It would be under the stars, I would take him outside and-

My thoughts were cut off by Ron waving his hand in front of my face "mate, you good there?"

"Yeah!" I said a little too quickly, making Ron's eyes narrow and feeling a blush creep up my cheeks, embarrassed that I was thinking about Malfoy.

Class ended and I sped away, crashing straight into Malfoy.

"Watch where you're going, Potter," he said harshly.

I just rolled my eyes and sped off.

The rest of the day was pretty much the same, until quidditch practice.

As i got on my firebolt, flying upwards, all my troubling thoughts flew away, replaced by the wind on my face, and a beautiful blue sky just waiting for me.