You probably came here from the original Drarry Oneshots, so you already know what's up
Original Drarry one-shots written by yours truly
MAJOR WARNING: there are stories that involve sex, suicide, murder, and other mature themes! I don't put trigger...
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yall dont understand i have FIFTY-SIX BOOKS THAT AREN'T PUBLISHED OR FINISHED KSDJNFKJDSNFKJNS THIS IS A REAL FUCKING SCREENSHOT
I ALSO HAVE 67 UNPUBLISHED REQUESTS ON THIS BOOK, ALL OF THEM STARTED, NONE OF THEM FINISHED SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP ME AND MAKE ME WORK ON THE ONES IVE STARTED INSTEAD OF MAKING NEW ONES EVERY DAMN TIME I HAVE AN IDEA
ALSO I HAVE A HUGE NEW BOOK COMING BUT IT'S GONNA BE WHILE YIKES LMAO
Harry considered himself to be a reasonable person.
Which was why, after seven years of taunting, fighting, and cursing, he decided it was time he ended his rivalry with Malfoy.
The problem with that was that Malfoy was less receptive to the idea.
"You might think you're better than everyone because you got lucky and killed a man, but that doesn't mean we get to be friends, Potter," he had spat out before walking away.
And since Harry was a very reasonable person, he decided to respect Malfoy's decision.
And that, being the reasonable decision he made, was why he was in the Restricted Section of the library at three in the morning, looking at hexes.
And he found the perfect one.
*
While Harry waited for Malfoy to show up at the Great Hall, he tuned into Hermione and Ron's conversation.
"-not a waste of time! What we did will help, but I still need to have more knowledge of government if I want to get a Ministry position!"
Ron sighed heavily. "But how do you expect to read all of those books?"
Hermione stared. "How do I- are you-?" She turned to face Harry. "Can you believe him?"
Harry shrugged non-committally and hid his grin as Malfoy walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table next to Parkinson.
He counted to six in his head before pulling out his lollipop and unwrapping it.
"Oh, Harry! That's too much sugar for breakfast! You'll rot your teeth." Hermione frowned at him.
Harry shrugged. "No it's not, I'll be fine."
"My parents are dentists, Harry."
"My parents are dead, Hermione." Harry grinned at her stunned expression. "This lollipop is providing me with that sweet, sweet, serotonin to deal with it."
Ron bit his lip and his shoulders started shaking with silent laughter. Hermione stared at Harry in shock, but stopped admonishing him for having candy for breakfast and instead turned her anger back to Ron.
