Gold and Silver Roses
Draco watched Harry sit with the redhead Ron. Their chess game had been going on for at least an hour now, and the itching desire to speak with Harry had grown to the size of a dementor's icy gaze. Finally, he heard the Weasel say the relieving words,
"Checkmate!" After only a few more minutes, the red head departed from the library and left Harry alone. Perfect...The blonde thought devilishly. He began to rise from his seat, until the bushy haired mudblood approached him. Damn. That stupid mudblood just has to come in my way. Oh Merlin, make her leave! Almost after that thought, the female Gryffindor leaves. Immediately, the Slytherin fifth year practically ran across the library and slammed his fists against the table where Harry sat. The boy's bright green eyes looked up into Draco's through his circular glasses.
"May I help you?" He asked through almost clenched teeth.
"I need to talk to you...now." The Slytherin whispered in a fierce voice. With almost an annoyed sigh, Harry gathered his things and left the library, inconspicuously grasping his wand under his robes. After getting to the Great Hall, Draco threw Harry against the stone wall.
"Listen to me, Potter. You're friends can't help you now."
"Just tell me what you want, Malfoy so I may be on my way." Harry hissed back. Draco slowly released his grip on Harry's robes and stared into his brilliant green eyes.
"Whether you believe me or not, P...Harry...I'm not a Death Eater. Well, I am...but I didn't want to be." He said, as his face became slightly crimson. For once, Harry was curious about what Draco had to say. Leaning in perplexingly, he whispered,
"Go on." Draco could only stand there. Grabbing the sleeve of Harry's robes, he brought him into a deserted classroom, except for two Hufflepuffs that were looking at them with large frightened eyes.
"What are you looking at? GET OUT!" Draco shouted and they scrambled out the door, but not without turning over a few desks and tables. The Slytherin boy looked at him, but without loathing. In his hand was his wand, and he dropped it upon the ground. Harry eyed the wand carefully and then stared at him.
"What is this about?"
"Harry, this is it. Let me tell you the story. You might want to sit down and get comfortable." Hesitantly, Harry sat down on the old oak desk that was once a teacher's and motioned for Draco to continue. He drew in a deep breath and began to tell the deep dark secret that even the thick headed Crabbe and Goyle did not know.
"It was when I turned ten years old. My father had awoken me from my slumber in my expensive room. Mind you, I only sleep upon the finest of materials money can buy. Anyway, the night was cold. I remember the Merlin's eye staring at me as I sat with my father in the black carriage and we journeyed through death's embrace. I slept next to my father's warm arms, hoping that the dread in the pit of my stomach would cease. I was so ignorant then! We at last came to a dark castle that as unfamiliar to me. Why we came to such a messy place, I thought I would never know. Wanting to hold my father's hand as if I were an infant again crossed my mind several times as dementors grazed passed us with no sense of slowing their fluid pace. I bit my lip as we entered into the forever darkness. A lump had appeared in my throat as we walked down the stone steps that the earth gave birth to. I was such a fool then to actually think that I was there just to learn more about my father's work. As we descended, I could hear the low ominous hiss from a snake's throat. My, I was such a coward! When we reached the womb of the stairs, there was an oak table and two chairs sitting there in front of us. The chair farthest to us, there was my greatest fear standing there. The white skull gleamed at me as if it were the moon's son. Burning crimson eyes stared at me and pierced my very soul. The scream died in my throat and tears wanted to be released. With my fathers' strong hand on my arm, he brought me closer to the figure of Voldemort." Harry's scar tingled with the memory of the man and he began to feel sorry for Draco. Imagine, being sorry to your worst enemy!
"My father held me down as The Lord began to do his work upon me. All the promises my father made to me in my childhood were now being betrayed! Have you ever felt like I did? So alone and without a real friend in the world?" Harry could recall. "It was horrible. The fires of Hell came from that wand and put this" Draco rolled up his sleeve "curse on me! What a burden, to be a slave all your life and without wanting to be! I cried the entire time, wanting, pleading for him to stop. Of course, the Dark Lord does not know mercy upon a little boy. Not even a small infant that became the most famous of us all: You Harry. It sickens me." Harry leaned closer to inspect the Dark Mark upon Draco's fair arm. The snake and the skull looked like a large blemish on the perfect skin. Harry finally understood Draco.
"Is that why, Draco, you sought out all of us? To make you feel better by making us seem like we were inferior?" Harry asked with a touch of anger in his voice.
"Yes." Draco whispered without meeting the green eyes. "And I regret it all. Frankly, when I met you all on the train, in my mind I wanted to ask for your help. But, being myself, my mouth would not allow. That is how all of it started. There is another thing I must tell you. Harry, you must be prepared. Voldemort is coming soon, I can't tell you when, but very soon. I heard my father talking about it. I have to go somewhere. I don't care really where. Hide under Dumbledore's desk all year if you have to. Just be safe." Then the blonde turned to leave. "And Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course." Draco's cheeks turned red.
"I know it will never be, but, tell Hermione that she looked nice at the Yule Ball. Make sure she doesn't tell Ron." Harry began to smile.
"Of course not, Draco." Then, the Slytherin left. Harry could only sit there and take in the story of Draco's life. The green eyes suddenly looked at the floor where the sunlight hit. There, basking in the warmth of the rays, were gold and silver roses. Peace between Gryffindors and Slytherins had finally arrived.
Draco watched Harry sit with the redhead Ron. Their chess game had been going on for at least an hour now, and the itching desire to speak with Harry had grown to the size of a dementor's icy gaze. Finally, he heard the Weasel say the relieving words,
"Checkmate!" After only a few more minutes, the red head departed from the library and left Harry alone. Perfect...The blonde thought devilishly. He began to rise from his seat, until the bushy haired mudblood approached him. Damn. That stupid mudblood just has to come in my way. Oh Merlin, make her leave! Almost after that thought, the female Gryffindor leaves. Immediately, the Slytherin fifth year practically ran across the library and slammed his fists against the table where Harry sat. The boy's bright green eyes looked up into Draco's through his circular glasses.
"May I help you?" He asked through almost clenched teeth.
"I need to talk to you...now." The Slytherin whispered in a fierce voice. With almost an annoyed sigh, Harry gathered his things and left the library, inconspicuously grasping his wand under his robes. After getting to the Great Hall, Draco threw Harry against the stone wall.
"Listen to me, Potter. You're friends can't help you now."
"Just tell me what you want, Malfoy so I may be on my way." Harry hissed back. Draco slowly released his grip on Harry's robes and stared into his brilliant green eyes.
"Whether you believe me or not, P...Harry...I'm not a Death Eater. Well, I am...but I didn't want to be." He said, as his face became slightly crimson. For once, Harry was curious about what Draco had to say. Leaning in perplexingly, he whispered,
"Go on." Draco could only stand there. Grabbing the sleeve of Harry's robes, he brought him into a deserted classroom, except for two Hufflepuffs that were looking at them with large frightened eyes.
"What are you looking at? GET OUT!" Draco shouted and they scrambled out the door, but not without turning over a few desks and tables. The Slytherin boy looked at him, but without loathing. In his hand was his wand, and he dropped it upon the ground. Harry eyed the wand carefully and then stared at him.
"What is this about?"
"Harry, this is it. Let me tell you the story. You might want to sit down and get comfortable." Hesitantly, Harry sat down on the old oak desk that was once a teacher's and motioned for Draco to continue. He drew in a deep breath and began to tell the deep dark secret that even the thick headed Crabbe and Goyle did not know.
"It was when I turned ten years old. My father had awoken me from my slumber in my expensive room. Mind you, I only sleep upon the finest of materials money can buy. Anyway, the night was cold. I remember the Merlin's eye staring at me as I sat with my father in the black carriage and we journeyed through death's embrace. I slept next to my father's warm arms, hoping that the dread in the pit of my stomach would cease. I was so ignorant then! We at last came to a dark castle that as unfamiliar to me. Why we came to such a messy place, I thought I would never know. Wanting to hold my father's hand as if I were an infant again crossed my mind several times as dementors grazed passed us with no sense of slowing their fluid pace. I bit my lip as we entered into the forever darkness. A lump had appeared in my throat as we walked down the stone steps that the earth gave birth to. I was such a fool then to actually think that I was there just to learn more about my father's work. As we descended, I could hear the low ominous hiss from a snake's throat. My, I was such a coward! When we reached the womb of the stairs, there was an oak table and two chairs sitting there in front of us. The chair farthest to us, there was my greatest fear standing there. The white skull gleamed at me as if it were the moon's son. Burning crimson eyes stared at me and pierced my very soul. The scream died in my throat and tears wanted to be released. With my fathers' strong hand on my arm, he brought me closer to the figure of Voldemort." Harry's scar tingled with the memory of the man and he began to feel sorry for Draco. Imagine, being sorry to your worst enemy!
"My father held me down as The Lord began to do his work upon me. All the promises my father made to me in my childhood were now being betrayed! Have you ever felt like I did? So alone and without a real friend in the world?" Harry could recall. "It was horrible. The fires of Hell came from that wand and put this" Draco rolled up his sleeve "curse on me! What a burden, to be a slave all your life and without wanting to be! I cried the entire time, wanting, pleading for him to stop. Of course, the Dark Lord does not know mercy upon a little boy. Not even a small infant that became the most famous of us all: You Harry. It sickens me." Harry leaned closer to inspect the Dark Mark upon Draco's fair arm. The snake and the skull looked like a large blemish on the perfect skin. Harry finally understood Draco.
"Is that why, Draco, you sought out all of us? To make you feel better by making us seem like we were inferior?" Harry asked with a touch of anger in his voice.
"Yes." Draco whispered without meeting the green eyes. "And I regret it all. Frankly, when I met you all on the train, in my mind I wanted to ask for your help. But, being myself, my mouth would not allow. That is how all of it started. There is another thing I must tell you. Harry, you must be prepared. Voldemort is coming soon, I can't tell you when, but very soon. I heard my father talking about it. I have to go somewhere. I don't care really where. Hide under Dumbledore's desk all year if you have to. Just be safe." Then the blonde turned to leave. "And Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course." Draco's cheeks turned red.
"I know it will never be, but, tell Hermione that she looked nice at the Yule Ball. Make sure she doesn't tell Ron." Harry began to smile.
"Of course not, Draco." Then, the Slytherin left. Harry could only sit there and take in the story of Draco's life. The green eyes suddenly looked at the floor where the sunlight hit. There, basking in the warmth of the rays, were gold and silver roses. Peace between Gryffindors and Slytherins had finally arrived.