:This is my first Harry Potter fanfic ever… I hope its good, sadly I do not own any of these wonderful characters, but they make great props to create a story. This story is set two months after Harry defeated Voldemort. Some things might be changed around, like when certain things happen and what not, but pretty much its my own take on what could have happened between Harry and Draco after the war is all said and done. is it friendship? Love? Or are they just plain old enemies?
CHAPTER 1:
It had been 2 months since the fateful day. Two months since the entire wizarding world had finally laid their wands to rest after so many years of living in fear and war, and the first two months in years that Harry Potter and his friends could finally have a moment's peace. Harry sighed contentedly as he sat in the Hogwarts court yard watching as everyone happily conversed under the noon day sky. It was the beginning of his 7th year, and he already had big hopes for the upcoming semester. Harry was finally going to be able to enjoy his friends and his time as a wizard, but he had no idea where to start. So far Ron and Hermione had fallen into a normal everyday routine with perfect ease, while Harry still felt a bit lost and confused. He had tried to do as they did and forget about everything that happened and just focus on the good times ahead, but as usual it was hard for him to get his head out of the cloudy mist that he had lived in for so long. Even though everything was as the way it should be, Harry felt that he himself did not fit in to this "normal" world. He was used to the chaos and the unpredictability of life and now it all seemed to just fade away, along with Voldemort's memory. It wasn't like he was complaining about Voldemort's death, he just wished that he still had something to work for, something that would spice up the normalness that seemed to be surrounding him lately.
"Hey, Potter!" Harry felt his entire body tense up at the sound of Draco's obnoxiously snobbish voice. He rolled his eyes as he turned around to face the direction where the horrid noise had originated from. It wasn't surprising in the least to see Draco coming closer with his two dogs, Crabbe and Goyle, following closely behind. Harry stood up from his comfortable position on the stone bench, and faced Draco with a tense pose.
"Well, well, well, didn't expect to see you back around here. I was sure they were going to leave the scum to the dogs." Harry sneered at the boy as his harsh words spilled out like a tidal wave. Draco barely flinched as he stopped merely two feet away from where Harry was standing. He matched Harrys' sneer, and held his wand defensively in his right hand. "Oh put it away Malfoy. I have no interest in dueling with your kind." Harry watched as the platinum Blonde boy's sneer became that much more menacing. He was sure that Draco was going to try and hex him at any moment, but he was proven wrong when Draco slowly lifted his wand and placed it back in his robes pocket.
"I didn't come here for a duel either Potter. In fact, I was hoping to have a civilized conversation with you…in private." Harry glared at the boy, trying to gather from his eyes whether he was being sincere or not. But all Harry could see were to pools of endless grey. He was hypnotized for a moment as the intensity of Draco's eyes washed over him. He was surprised that he had never noticed them before when they were so obviously enticing.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Harry was pulled out of his revere by the sound of Ron's approaching voice. He turned slightly as his red headed best friend flanked his right side. He was not at all surprised when Hermione made her presence quietly known on his other side with a small tap on his shoulder. Harry stared at Draco as he seemed to get increasingly annoyed.
"Bloody hell, now I have to deal with the entire golden fuckin trio?! Forget it. I will return later." Draco gave Harry one more hard look before retreating with a dramatic swish of his cloak. Ron scoffed loudly next to him as he placed an arm around Harrys shoulder.
"That damn ferret still hasn't learned not to mess with you…what did he want Harry?" He shrugged his shoulders in response as he stayed transfixed to the spot that Draco had just been standing in. he had been lost in his own thoughts and felt himself incapable of being around his friends at that moment. He decided the best course of action would be to find somewhere where he could be alone and put together his muddled thoughts.
"Uh…sorry guys, I need to be alone for little bit. I meet you guys later." Without a second glance Harry trudged away from his friends without a second glance back at them. Hermione and Ron stood for a moment feeling rather befuddled.
"Harry doesn't usually let Malfoy get to him. What do you think is wrong?" Ron shook his head, as he couldn't come up with an answer for his worried girlfriend. Instead he gently placed an arm around her waist and gently steered her away.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much Hermione. He'll talk to us soon enough."
CHAPTER 2: in progress, should be up soon :D
