Hey everyone this is my first fanfic so I'm sorry if it's not super good. But please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Harry's POV
The great hall rang with a million voices. Harry sat eating his eggs thinking about the potions homework he had yet to finish. Hermione sat across from him, nose deep in her book. Ron was devouring pancakes like a wild boar. Harry's thoughts were cut in half when Hermione's head rose from her book.
"She's back," Hermione started. Harry looked confused, "Katie Bell, she's back."
The words clicked in his head. He hastily got up, putting a muffin in his pocket for later, and strode over to the small herd of girls. He found Katie in the center.
"Katie! You're back! How are you..." Harry was cut off.
"Harry, I know what you're going to ask. And the answer is no. I don't remember who cursed me," Harry's heart sank, "I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine. I just…" in the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white. He turned to face the sudden movement, and found himself eye to eye with the blonde. Malfoy looked from him to Katie, then back to him. He seemed worried. Hermione was right, he did look ill. His eyes were bloodshot. His skin was paler than usual. He turned away hurriedly and ran out of the hall.
"I'm sorry, Katie. I have to go." Harry rushed off leaving her quite confused. He followed Malfoy out of the Great Hall. Malfoy was sprinting now. Harry sped up. Malfoy turned a corner. So did Harry. It seemed like it had been ages when Malfoy finally stopped at the boy's lavatory. He ran inside. Harry followed quietly. He pressed his back against the wall, out of Malfoy's view. Malfoy ran up to the sinks and pressed his hands against the white ceramic. Was he? No, he couldn't be. Crying? Harry watched as he ripped his vest off and threw it to the ground. Damn, why did Harry have to be scrawny while Draco had actual muscles. Had he just thought that? Malfoy splashed water on his face, looking like he was going to throw up. He was sobbing. Actually sobbing. It broke Harry's heart. Harry stepped from behind the wall. Malfoy saw his reflection in the mirror. He turned quickly. They stared at each other in silence, until finally Harry spoke up.
"You cursed her, didn't you?" He said, a little more harshly than he had expected. As if on reflex, Malfoy picked up his wand and shot a curse at Harry. He dodged. What on Earth was Malfoy doing?
Draco's POV
The morning had been going fine until Potter had decided to wreck it. Why was he so nosey? It was one of the many traits that Draco hated about him. Potter had seen him. He'd seen him crying, sobbing like a lost child. Now, Draco was pissed. He fired another spell at Potter, but once again he dodged. Potter threw one back. Draco fell behind a stall. Silence. He crawled under, looking for Potter's legs. Maybe he could do a small leg lock hex, or petrify him for just a moment while Draco escaped. He saw Potter's face under the wall. He sent the first jinx he could think of. It missed him by an inch. Potter was too quick. Draco only had enough time to turn around before he heard Potter scream "Sectumsempra!". Then, pain. All across his chest. He fell to the ground. It felt like someone had slashed a sword across his body. The last thing he saw was The blood that stained the floor. Potter was standing over him looking… scared? Then, everything went black.
Harry's POV
What had he just done? Malfoy lay on the floor, blood staining his chest, dying. Harry's mind was racing. He had to get help. But would he make it back in time? Then, Harry remembered something he read in the book. It had been a counter curse. It was his only him. He knelt over Malfoy and waved his wand over the bleeding body.
"Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur." He murmured quietly. The blood vanished, Malfoy's shirt was was cleaned. His cries became small whimpers. Harry was about to get up and leave, when the door slammed shut. He raced over to it. He pulled the knob, but it didn't budge. No matter how hard he pulled, it stayed shut. He tried ramming into the door to break it down, but it stayed in place.
"Damn it!" Harry shouted aloud. He saw the blonde stur. He had to get out of there. Malfoy was going to kill him. Harry sat down by the door, feeling defeated. He closed his eyes, imagining Malfoy screaming in fury. Harry sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Draco's POV
He woke up feeling sore. Why was he on the lavatory floor? Then, he remembered. Potter. He sat, head leaning against the door. This was his fault. He had done this. He was so dead.
"What the hell are you still doing here Potter?" Harry jumped at his words. He looked over to him.
"Having a bloody tea party. What do you think Malfoy? The door's stuck." he spat back.
"I'm stuck with you?" He did his best to sound disgusted. His reputation was at stake now.
"I'm not any more happy about it than you are." Potter relied.
"Right then," Draco stood up, "What happened while i was unconscious?"
"I remembered the counter curse and put it on you. Then the door shut and I couldn't open it."
"Let me see that," Draco strode over to the door. Potter stood up and moved away. He grasped the knob and pulled. Nothing. He pulled harder. Nothing. After about five minutes of pointless tugging, he gave up.
"So I guess we are stuck in here until someone finds a way to open the door." Potter sounded unhappy.
"Why so sad Potter?"
"Just thinking of all the other things I could be doing besides being stuck in a bathroom with you."
"Well that's not my fault now is it, Potter?"
"Are you saying it's my fault?"
"Well I was unconscious so it must be your fault."
"What, you think I want to be in a bathroom with you for a day?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Very funny Malfoy," Potter walked over to one side of the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Over here where I can be as far away as possible from you," He spat back.
"Well then I'll be over here, as far away as possible from you."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Don't talk to me."
"Don't talk to me."
"What did I just say?"
"Fine."
"Fine."
Harry's POV
It had been about 30 minutes and he couldn't take it anymore. He had never been this bored in his life. He started a conversation.
"Soooooooooo," he started.
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me."
"I don't. It's just that I'm bored out of my mind."
"Learn to be patient, Potter."
"Yeah, but that sounds like to much work. And us Gryffindors hate work." Harry retorted. Malfoy snickered.
"Fine, if you insist on starting conversation, why don't you ever brush your hair?"
"You know, there is this thing called being civilized and not insulting everyone you see."
"Yeah, I know. But you're so easily insulted."
"Oh how I long to slap you." Malfoy laughed. He actually laughed. Was that even possible?
"No one would know, seeing as no one thinks it's important that the lavatory doors have closed."
"Yeah, um," Harry knew he had to ask, "why were you crying?"
Malfoy stopped snickering. He looked deep in thought.
"That is personal business that you should not be asking about, Potter."
"Right then." Harry laughed.
"What is it?"
"I was just thinking. How did this happen? Why do we even hate each other?"
"I seem to remember you denying my friendship."
"Oh yeah. Seems so stupid though."
"How so?"
"I mean, we could have been friends. But all I did was refuse your friendship and we instantly became enemies. What do you think would have happened if I had accepted?"
"We would be friends, and you would most likely be in Slytherin."
"You think?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but could be start over? Try to be friends?"
"How very Gryffindor of you Potter."
"That is my specialty. So?"
"I guess we could start over. But only if you admit that my hair is so much better than your's."
"You wish," Harry grinned. This was going better than he had expected.
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