Hello Everyone! This is a oneshot and I have not planned on doing another one. I really like Draco as a character and had always wanted to write a story. Unfortunetely I procrastinate and this is all I have. If you guys want another chapter please R and R this story. Enjoy!
The Gryffindor and Slytherin students entered the DADA classroom talking noisily. As they entered they noticed all of the desks stacked against the wall and a murmuring broke out amongst the students; all trying to guess what was going on. Professor Bridge entered from his office and cleared his voice to quiet the students.
Once the whispering had settled, Bridge spoke, "As you know, this teaching position has been 'cursed' and your studies have been interrupted constantly. So we will start with something you have done before. Does anyone remember what a Boggart is?"
Whispering started again through the classroom and many of the hands were raised. "Mr. Zabini." Bridge called on a hand raised from the back of the room. "A boggart is a being that takes the form of your darkest fear." Blaise Zabini voice silenced the students. "Correct Mr. Zabini. Boggarts are normally found in cupboards, draws, or closets. I happen to have one here and you will all face the boggart. I understand that your fear will have changed since when you were younger so each person will be given the option of facing your boggart with me in a separate room. However, I suggest you face it with people around you; it makes it less real and is more convenient. Those of you who are facing your boggart in here please stand on the left side of the room. Those who wish to face it with me stand on the right side of the room and we will go into my office where I have another boggart ready."
The students each went to their respective sides with most people choosing to face their fear in the open rather than in the dark office. "I will take a student with me into my office first, please try to behave yourselves." Professor Bridge motioned to one of the students and walked into his office with the frightened sixth year student trailing behind.
The moment the door of the office closed, a silky voice broke the silence of the room. "Well I'm out of here." Draco Malfoy stood up and started walking toward the door to the rest of Hogwarts. Everyone looked stunned, is a student allowed to not partake in class? Especially DADA? Before Draco reached the end of the room, Harry called out to him, "Wow, is the great Malfoy afraid to show his true colours? That he's a weak little girl who is scared to get her fingernails broke."
Draco slowed to a stop and responded without turning around. "Have fun Potter." he spat refusing to baited into staying. But Harry wasn't about to give up. He took a step toward Draco, "Why won't you face your fear?" Draco stopped abruptly and Harry took a step closer. "Are you afraid?" Another step. "Afraid everyone will see what a pitiful human being you actually are? Another step. "That if your father wasn't important you would be nothing." Another step. "You would have no one." Harry's voice got louder as he stood directly behind Draco. "Man up and face your fear Malfoy!" His voice lowered and he whispered, "Or are you too afraid for people to see you as you truly are... no one."
At that Draco looked up at the people around them watching with curious eyes and his eyes blazed with furry at Harry. He stood up to his full height and turned to tower over Harry, looming over him and glaring at him with a fury that scared even himself. Harry subconsciously took a couple steps backward, fear shining in his eyes as Draco glared at him, his chest heaving with anger. "Potter." Draco hissed through his teeth. "You have No idea what fear is. I know I am no one. You can't tell me anything I haven't heard already." Malfoy took a step toward Harry and Harry took a step back. "You think my fear is one like yours?" he hissed. "You are afraid of fear itself." Draco scoffed with an evil glint in his eyes. "Typical Gryffindor. What happens when you see a dementor, you fight it off or faint." Draco moved forward forcing Harry back. "Have you ever been so afraid that you cannot move? You mind and body freeze and all you can think about is hiding. All your pride and bravery thrown to the side. You scramble away but still it advances." Harry frantically backed up to get away from the cold fury in Draco's eyes but hit the wall as Draco advanced slowly. "You can't get away no matter how much you try. It comes toward you and you don't know whether you will survive the encounter in one piece. It looms over your cowering figure and seems to feed off your fear, growing larger with each step toward you." This time Draco stood less than a foot away from Harry slowly closing the gap in between them until he stands inches from Harry. "Then it strikes."
With that statement, Draco moved faster than was thought possible and in a single moment sliced his wand to Harry's neck, creating a cut in the process. "So Potter would you still want to face your fear?" Draco's eyes watched mesmerized as a drop of blood from the cut he made dripped down Harry's neck. He then looked into Harry's frightened face, "Thought not." Draco straightened and strode silently out of the room with the grace that only a Malfoy could have. The door slammed shut behind him and the room remained deathly silent. No one dared to breathe and they all stared at the door then at Harry's chalk white face. The door to the professors' study opened and both student and professor looked around confusedly at the silent students and Harry's white face. For a moment all was silent then his voice echoed through the room, "What happened?"