Harry Potter loathed Draco Malfoy.
And Draco, he supposed, loathed him back too. The feeling was very mutual.
And yet....Harry wondered about Draco and his state as of now as he stared at the blonde boy across the room, holding a quill in his fingers, his grey eyes tinted with a hint of tiredness in them.
Somehow, Harry felt sorry. Yet there was something off with Malfoy nowadays.
He watched as Malfoy nibble at his bottom lip while fiddling with the quill, his attention not on the discussion, which Harry found weird.
This was not normal Draco behaviour.
Draco was tired. He was not acting like the bitch he was supposed to be, which somehow angered Harry.
Nowadays, Draco also didn't even try to catch his attention.
They would just hold eye contact for the briefest of seconds before Harry would turn away, confused; he had never felt anything like this before for Malfoy.
And yet....he couldn't deny it. It was growing.
But there was something wrong. Something off.
And Harry was determined to find out the cause of this.
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Malfoys Don't Bite
FanfictionIn the Wizarding World where the Malfoys and plenty of other witches and wizards reside in, there were endless possibilities and surprises that could just surface out of nowhere because of magic. Like the existence of vampires. So little were known...
