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Teasing Truths

Living with Harry Potter for a whole year had been, in Draco Malfoy's opinion, a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, it was surprisingly easy to share a space with Harry. After years of tension and rivalry, Draco had expected their eighth year as roommates to be a nightmare, but it wasn't. Harry kept to himself most of the time, and Draco had grown to appreciate the quiet moments they shared, even if they rarely talked about anything beyond homework or the occasional school gossip.

On the other hand, Draco was increasingly aware of how much he was drawn to Harry. The way Harry would brush his hair out of his eyes when he was studying, the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating, the way he paced their dormitory when he was stressed... it all drove Draco mad.

Draco had developed a coping mechanism for these confusing feelings: teasing. It was the only way he could deal with the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, had a massive, ridiculous crush on Harry Potter. He couldn't admit it, of course. So instead, he pretended that Harry had a crush on him.

It had started as a joke, a way to keep the tension light between them.

"Potter," Draco had drawled one day as they sat at their shared desk in the dormitory, "you're staring at me again. Can't say I blame you. I know I'm irresistible."

Harry had turned bright red and immediately looked away, mumbling something about Draco being insufferable. Draco had laughed it off, amused by how flustered Harry had become.

After that, it became a game. Draco teased Harry constantly, always with the same insinuation-that Harry had a crush on him, that Harry couldn't help but fall for his charms, that Harry was just like everyone else who admired him from afar. It was a harmless bit of fun, or at least that's what Draco told himself.

Because the truth was, Draco didn't think Harry liked him at all.

He wasn't delusional. He knew that Harry barely tolerated him most days. But there was a strange sort of comfort in pretending, in allowing himself to live in a fantasy where Harry might, for just a moment, see Draco as something more than his former enemy. It made Draco feel less alone, even if it wasn't real.

Harry, for his part, always reacted the same way-flustered, annoyed, and red in the face. But he never told Draco to stop, and Draco took that as a sign that it was harmless. They could both laugh it off and move on, right?

But as the weeks turned into months, Draco's teasing continued, and Harry's reactions grew more intense. The blushes, the stammering, the way Harry would avoid eye contact after one of Draco's remarks-it all became more pronounced. Still, Draco didn't think much of it. He assumed Harry was just embarrassed, as anyone would be when someone made such absurd comments about their supposed crush.

Until one day, everything changed.

It was a cold evening in late February, and Draco and Harry were sitting in their dormitory, finishing up an essay for Transfiguration. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room as they worked in comfortable silence.

Draco, as usual, couldn't resist breaking the silence with another one of his teasing remarks. He leaned back in his chair, his quill tapping lazily against the parchment, and smirked at Harry.

"You know, Potter," Draco said, his voice light and teasing, "you've been awfully quiet tonight. Trying to focus so you don't accidentally confess your undying love for me?"

Harry tensed, his quill pausing mid-sentence, but he didn't look up. Draco, emboldened by Harry's reaction, continued.

"It's alright, you know," Draco added with a grin. "I'm used to people falling for me. It's really no surprise that you-"