"You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars for shining brighter."

Harry hated Draco Malfoy.

The blonde was loved at their school. Adored, really. His teeth shone brightly with every smile, and his eyes were the most beautiful thing anyone had ever seen, and his hair was perfect. He was sweet and perfect and everything Harry wasn't.

Harry was hated at their school. Loathed, really. His lips curved down in a permanent frown, eyes dull with the weight of depression, hair messy from not caring enough to brush it. He was spiteful and angry and everyone hated him.

Draco Malfoy was perfect, and Harry was jealous and spiteful and gay.