Random Harry Potter One shots

Just Wondering? (Drarry)

Harry glanced up from his poorly finished potion to be met with a malicious looking Draco Malfoy.

It was odd, feeling deeper than loathing for the enemy. One of Harry Potter's many, many foes.

Or so it seemed.

Of course rumors float about, claiming there is a rather blurry line between love and hate.

These rumors are false.

Loathing is love, to put it simply.

If one happens to put in the effort, the emotion into loathing someone with one's complete being, love has sprouted unknown within the depths of one's mind.

Harry Potter, as dull as he has proved to be, has managed to decipher this, himself.

And only through this does he dare to utter the statement formed in his mind, dangerous as the reaction may become.

"You know, Malfoy, Harry draws lazily, "for all you stare at me, one might assume you actually reckon me attractive, or dare I say it, care for me?"

Malfoy pointed face flushed slightly, but he made no move to retort. He simply scoffed and turned back to his cauldron.

"Strange, Harry mumbled to himself, "usually an insult is in store."

The heavens opened and Potions class came to an end.

Harry tried his hardest to exit the dungeons at a normal pace.

Favoring being by his lonesome, Harry made no effort to catch up with Ron and Hermione.

Since classes were over, Harry decided to stroll along the lake.

Sitting at a comfortable distance from the lake shore in attempt to avoid any nasty interactions with the rumored deadly squid that lay within the depths of the lake, Harry pondered Malfoy's reaction to his statement.

Malfoy was many things. A pompous git, yes. An arrogant prat, most definitely. But vulnerable, embarrassed, and flustered weren't in his pureblood vocabulary.

So why was Malfoy acting so shy around Harry lately?

Shaking his messily maned Raven haired head, Harry turned around with every intention of arriving to dinner in the Great Hall, only to be met with the slicked platinum haired devil himself.

"Malfoy, Harry said exasperated, "why must you follow me with your pompous insults when I wish to spend an hour without expressing loathing and anger?"

For quite possibly the first time in his life, Harry considered, Draco Malfoy seemed sheepish.

Looking down at his polished shoes, Malfoy mumbled seemingly more to himself than Harry, "I wish you didn't completely loathe me."

Harry just stood there eyeing the Slytherin curiously.

Sensing the raven haired boys gaze, Malfoy dared to glance up to return the stare.

"I don't completely loathe you."

Malfoy flushed once again and returned his eyes to his shoes.

There was nothing romantic about this situation. It was just two boys who were supposedly rivals standing near each other with more than loathing between them.

Just two boys, each wondering whether what the other said was true.