Heal Me

A/N: This little drabble I wrote in around fifteen minutes. It just popped into my head, and I thought, why not?

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Most of the time, Draco Malfoy is a prick. An arrogant prick who deserves nothing less than to be thrown into the lake and strangled by the Giant Squid, his body left behind and forgotten.

Most of the time he is rude and selfish. Slytherin to the very core of his being, Slytherin to the bone. He doesn't have friends, he has cronies. He hangs around with a gaggle of losers who worship his every move because they have to.

Most of the time he likes it, being worshipped. Likes feeling like he is a leader, that he influences and inspires those he considers lower than him.

Most of the time he harasses me and my family, me and my upbringing. He treats me like an inferior, like I don't deserve to even walk the grounds of this school. He sneers at me and treats me with an indifference that I know he doesn't really feel.

But sometimes he doesn't.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I'll see a dark figure approach me, slowly, and I'll know it's him. I want to run, but my feet are glued to the ground. He whispers things in my ear, things that I have heard him say before at times like these, things I can't believe he really means, but at the same time knowing that he does.

Sometimes he'll tell me he's sorry for what he's done. Sorry for hurting so many people, sorry for nearly killing Dumbledore, but also sorry for not having finished the job. For letting Snape steal his glory.

Sometimes he'll confess his deepest sins, and when I listen to them, I know he has never voiced them to anyone before.

Sometimes I wait for him in the darkness, hoping he'll arrive, wanting him to confide in me, but not knowing or understanding why I feel like I need his voice to heal me.

Most of the time I hate him, but all of the time I love him.