Draco never said that he liked the insufferable Potter brat. In fact he can only remember the opposite.
'I hate him' to which Pansy agreed that he was one of her least favourite people which, in turn, made Draco snap that she hated everyone and everything and his hate for Potter was nothing like that thank you very much, Parkinson.
'He's annoying as anything'. Blaise had said that he'd rather spend three days with the extended Weasley family than eat a meal with him. Draco let him know that Potter has never even done anything to annoy you, Blaise, you wouldn't know.
'He insulted the names of me and my father'. Blaise and Pansy had given up. Crabbe frowned deeply, he said the thing that you say all the time. That doesn't matter, he dishonoured the Malfoys Draco had snapped back.
'He smells like hair potion and chivalry and dust'. Pansy and Blaise almost choked on their butterbeer. That's not even complaining anymore, it's just... Pansy sputtered off. Blaise shook his head in some kind of sharp, dangerously humoured way and laughed why the fuck were you smelling Potter? Draco didn't have an answer, he just glared at the two of them in turn.
'His teeth are too straight. I think he might've had them fixed'. No response. At all.
'I think I might not hate him'. Pansy squeed, that was something Draco had never thought he'd see. Blaise rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath that suggested mild entertainment and the word finally. Millicent Bullstrode shouted Merlin's fucking beard, Draco, you're only just working this out? Draco didn't have a clue how they'd worked it out before him.
"He's still a brat" Draco says. Pansy and Blaise groan. Harry is indignant, "I'm sitting right here!" Draco touches their legs together under the table "I'm not kidding, you are a brat." Draco smirks, "But I've had plenty of time to get used to that" Pansy and Blaise are somewhere between horrified and happy about the recent turn of events.
