Warnings : Boy love! Shonen ai! Yaoi! Slash! MalexMale content!
Spoilers : Not really...
Pairing (s) : DMHP
It was just one of those days that Harry Potter found himself, once again, "talking" with Draco Malfoy except, except he wasn't the one doing the talking.
"I've always found that hatred is overrated, don't you?" Harry nodded, unsure of what to do. He briefly wondered what had brought on such a topic, especially coming from the Slytherin.
"I mean… everyone hates someone nowadays. They've forgotten the true meaning of hatred. Like you, for example." Harry glared, suddenly unhappy with where this was going. "You hate me. You've no real reason to hate me. Sure, I've taunted you and teased you and many other things over the many years, but none of it has ever been something serious enough to be worthy of hate."
Malfoy paused, seeming to think something over, then started again. "Isn't hatred just so overrated, Potter?" Sighing, Harry nodded. Experience had taught him that it was better to just agree.
"Right. Well, anyway. Since I am a Malfoy and we're usually above overrated things, I figured we could just go out to dinner and talk things over. You know… get over the overrated hate that's been spreading around?"
Harry blinked several times, then smirked. "Malfoy, if you wanted to ask me out on a date you could have just asked."
"Why would I? That'd be overrated and you know Malfoys…"
The End
1. Yes, this is a drabble and yes, this is a one-shot. Please do not ask me to continue this in any way.
2. Indeed I did type 'except' twice and meant for it to be that way.
3. Thank you for reading and I do hope you enjoyed it!