Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter?
There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love.
Maybe lust.
Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me.
We're enemies...
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LOOK HOW FUCKING COZY MY ROOM [my bed 😑] IS. See that corner with no stuff on it? Thats where i am throughout my days and nights lmao.
Everyones telling me im a RavenClaw but im a Slytherin. The only things that i resemble to in RavenClaw is my creativityand the fact I'mobsessedwith books and astrology Maybe I'm a slytherclaw
(I also took the J.K Rowling aproved quizz and i got Slytherin so fucking fight me) ••••
Chapter Thirteen
"You know," Harry spoke quietly, still keeping his hold on Draco, "You can tell me when you're hurting."
"But you hate me." Draco's voice was muffled due to the fact his face was burried in not only his hands, but in Harry's chest.
"Draco," Harry rolled his eyes, even though Draco couldn't see, "If I hated you, I would not be trying to comfort you, We would not be in this position, and I wouldn't of even considered dancing with you."
"You're Harry potter. You'd probably try to comfort Voldemort." Draco replied sarcastically.
The music was still playing quietly in the background, and eventually Draco removed his hands from over his eyes and wrapped them around Harry's neck, turning his face to the side so his cheek was pushed against Harry's shoulder.
They swayed back and forth for what seemed like hours in a comforting silence, the only sounds were their small breaths and the faint music.
Draco fluttered his eyes closed, enjoying the moment that they held, enjoying the scent of Harry's cologne, before pulling away slightly to stare into Harry's eyes.
"So," Draco started, "In the past- what? almost three weeks? We have fought, kissed, broke down infront of eachother, and slow danced. That's quite a lot of things for enemies, no?" He chuckled.
Harry chuckled also, "I wouldn't call you an enemy," He replied, "More like... someone I dislike, just much less than I did before."
Draco shrugged, "Alright. You are now the person that I dislike less than I did before."
Eventually the track came to a hault, signalling the song was over.
They each broke apart reluctantly, "Alright; same place same time tomorrow?" Harry winked.
Draco rolled his eyes, which contradicted the blush dusting over his cheeks, "yes. Now get some sleep, Scarface." Draco ordered.
"Don't tell me what to do, ferret." Harry retort, smirking.
*
The trio were sat in the dining hall, Ron was scarfing down food, and Hermione was watching him with disgust.
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