Hidden Depths

Warnings: Semi-AU, TWT, semi-OOC

Are my initials JKR? Nope, not even close. In fact, they're MFLLS. In other words, as we all know, Harry Potter isn't mine.

Summary: People are not always what they seem; and now, Draco finds himself considering rumours people had once believed.

360 words

"Malfoy"

The firm grip on his shoulder and the icy voice wafting to his ear sent chills down the blonde's spine. Struggling to keep secret his fearful surprise, the young Slytherin whipped around to glare at his assaulter.

…only to find the golden boy Potter returning 'the look' with a cold, unfeeling gaze.

"What in bloody hell do you want?"

A little smirk stretched the younger boy's mouth.

"I've come to strike a deal with you."

A thin brow raised elegantly, even if Draco wanted nothing more than to escape.

"Oh? And what may that be?"

"Stay away from the other Gryffindors and my friends. You can pick on me all you want; but don't do anything to them, and I don't do anything to you."

The feeling of being prey intensified.

"Why, Potter… that rather sounds more like a threat, doesn't it? I didn't know little golden boys threatened." Draco mocked, voice lilting.

The smirk on Harry's face seemed downright sinister.

"Perhaps it is a threat, then."

The hand keeping Draco physically captive was released.

"But all the same… it'd be better for you to just follow."

With those final words, Harry turned his back on the other.

A surge of pride and anger overruled the irrational fear settled in Malfoy's gut.

"As if you can do anything if I don't, Potter!" An arrogant escaped his chest. "After all, you're the bloody Golden Gryffindor!"

Harry paused in his stride and looked back at Draco.

Even though the smile was neither cold nor sinister, Draco had never found himself more afraid.

Harry was purely amused.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but there are a lot of things you don't know, Malfoy." He turned back. "Especially regarding me." And continued walking away.

Since second year, there have been numerous heresay of Harry Potter being "Heir of Slytherin" and "immersed in the Dark Arts". "How else could he be so good in Defense? And speak Parseltongue?" they said. Draco never believed them. For him, it was unfathomable for the "Ultimate Gryffindork" to be anything but his "valiant, righteous self".

But now… he found himself doubting old ideals, and reconsidering rejected beliefs.

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