Drarry Oneshots

Getting It

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"But why do we hate him so much Draco?"

It was a frequently uttered question and yet more frequently was the answer: a resounding thwack on the back of Gregory's  head yet he didn't stop asking. He couldn't help himself......he just didn't get it. Greg knew that, as Malfoy's loyal sidekick, it was his duty to hate Potter because Draco did. He just wished he knew why.

Potter seemed like a perfectly decent sort, nice to people, good at Quidditch and once he even let Greg take the last chocolate frog when they both reached for it in Honeydukes. Greg was sure it couldn't be just him who saw Potter this was and yet, Draco always found something in him to annoy him.

'Look at that Hair! What's with that hair??!? That is so stupid!! Did his mother mate with a muggle toilet brush or something?

But Greg rather thought that Harry had nice hair, true it stuck up quite a bit and never seemed to be combed, but it shone, gleamed really, black like a raven's wings and soft too. So the hair couldn't be it because Draco had nice hair too, so surely he'd appreciate Harry's.....maybe it was something else?

Oh, for Merlin's sake, what's with his clothes? Seriously, did he borrowed them from that oaf Hagrid? Come on, a little style is surely mandatory in my presence....can't he understand that the very sight of him offends my eyes?

Greg had heard that Potter lived with muggles during the holidays. Big, fat, nasty muggles who barely fed him and treated him worse than the Malfoy's treated house elves and forced him to wear the very ugly cast offs from his apparently elephant-like cousin. All things considered, Goyle thought Potter pulled the look off rather well. He had a cute appearance that Greg couldn't fault.

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Draco was now looking daggers at Potter as he leaned casually against the wall outside Potions classroom waiting for class to begin.

Potter was laughing and smiling and Greg felt bad that this nice boy could never be his friend as his other friend hated him. Or so he thought.

Draco's lips have curled far beyond its usual sneer that morning; and it was verging on a snarl and Greg could almost imagine Draco leaping across the corridor to plunge those knuckles on his face. Greg shuddered at the thought.

"Dr-Draco?" Greg stammered, nervous as Malfoy slightly inclined his head slightly towards him, never taking his eyes off the object of his loathing.

"Yes?" Malfoy hissed, disliking the disturbance of his daily ritual of wishing Harry Potter dead. Greg gulped.

"I- uh-I was just wondering, why again..... why is that you hate Potter so much? I mean, I know he's a Gryffindor and he said no when you wanted to be friends an' all," Draco's head shot round at this, eyes spitting fury as Greg paled and spoke faster to make his point without any injury. "But I don't just get, why is that we hate him so much? I mean, I know we hate him cuz' you do, but why do you? There are people here with much worse hair and clothes n' stuff and there are people who really like to hurt you or see you hurt more." This was said with a resentful glance at Blaise Zabini, scheming pretender to Draco's crown as the Slytherin silver prince, "So well, just why Draco, I just don't get it."

Draco sighed long.

"Look, Goyle, if it makes that teensy weensy brain of yours hurt less, I'll explain it to you." He turned to face Greg for a second he looked vulnerable and hurt, tired of telling something that no one understands.