I do not own Harry Potter
We Were Children
Things had changed this year, everything seemed to be getting harder. I could feel the pressure building and I wanted it to stop.
Pansy giggled at some corny joke that Blaise had heard over the summer while Crabbe and Goyle sat quietly with grim looks, they're fathers have already made them become deatheaters. Even with their limited IQ they know that a deatheaters life is not a pleasant one.
I keep up my mask of boredom as I think of Christmas, when I am to be initiated….
There is a bundle of noise out side as the women with her cart of sweets enters the train car. Draco smirks, some things hadn't changed though, and it was time for his annual visit.
With a flourish he stands and gives Crabbe and Goyle the nod, a stupid grin falls on both their faces as they follow him out and down the car to a compartment that is surprisingly silent.
Draco frowned, usually he at least heard the two lovebirds bickering.
He chose to ignore the lack of noise and put on his perfect sneer, with a flick of his wand the compartment door flew open revealing a stoic Harry Potter and a silent Weasley and Granger.
"What Potter, finally realized you don't have a chance of winning?" Draco sneered using his most annoying spoiled brat tone and then waited for the infamous rise of Potter where he would yell and maybe even hit back.
But not this time, this time Harry's head came up and his eyes were dull as he stared at Draco.
"Malfoy, where not children any more."
And like that Draco felt like a weight had tied itself around his neck.
With a snarling growl he grabbed Potter by the neck of his robes and pressed him up against the wall while Crabbe and Goyle made sure the Weasel and Mudblood didn't interfere.
"No! You don't get to end this Potter! You think you're all grown up now! Damit Potter we're all still just kids and you don't get to take that away from us just because you think you have to be mature now! You do not get to make us grown ups yet. So I'm going to keep belittling you and fighting with you until we graduate and you're going to do the same. Because were not bloody hero's or deatheaters yet, we go to class and have lives for one last year before it ends, and you don't get to cut it off short!"
Draco was breathing hard by the end of his speech, but his eyes had never left Potters.
"Malfoy, get your filthy Slytherin hands off me."
Draco smirked and released him.
"What Potter, I thought you liked it rough."
"Your dreams do not interest me Ferret."
And they where children…for one more year.