The Truth
Disclaimer: These names and places do not belong to me... they all belong to J.K. Rowling... and she deserves full credit for her wonderful works... I only own the plots... Please, do not sue me!
A/N: I'm not sure how easy this fic is gonna be... This is my first time trying to portray the persona of Draco... so wish me luck... And I hope that you like this!!!! It will be Harry/Draco... so yeah... slash... Probably Ron/Hermione... just because I like them together...
Chapter One
It was creepy, the way he couldn't help but feel sorry for Potter. Though he was his worst enemy, he wished that he'd just stop being so damn sad! Since his disposition had changed, it was no longer any fun to make fun of Potter... Draco COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! He had to do something... but what?
No! he thought, why should I care?!?!?! I don't like Potter! I hate Potter! Why should I want him to be happy? Just so that I can make him miserable again? What would be the point of that? I should be happy that he's miserable! Saves me a lot of trouble... so why do I want to just once be the person that makes everything okay again? NO!!! his mind shouted I don't care about that deep, lingering sadness in the back of Potter's eyes! I don't care that he barely tries in Potions anymore... I don't care that he can't even look at me for long enough when I insult him to come up with one of his old witty remarks... I don't care... Oh God! I care... he realized.
Walking to Potions, these words ran through Draco's head so many times that he no longer knew what to believe. He was so confused... Did he want Potter to be miserable? Or did he want to make him happy? Or did he want him to stop being miserable, so that he could make him miserable again? Why couldn't things just go back to the way that they were last year? At least then it was simple!
As he entered the classroom, he took his seat by his cauldron, next to Crabbe and Goyle, but his eyes kept wandering across the room to Potter. STOP THAT!!! his mind screamed. But he couldn't help it. That forlorn look that wouldn't leave Potter's face bothered him more today than it had yesterday.
It was the second day of 6th year... that was the day he realized just how much Potter was a part of his life. How could I have not known! I guess I just never realized just how much of my time I spent scorning Potter... just how my hatred for him consumed everything that I did! And now... how can you hate someone that has nothing left? How can I feel for Potter anything but compassion... How can I not? Why can't he just get over it?! It's stupid really... If it were me, I'd... Well, I don't really know what I'd do... It's not me...
Disclaimer: These names and places do not belong to me... they all belong to J.K. Rowling... and she deserves full credit for her wonderful works... I only own the plots... Please, do not sue me!
A/N: I'm not sure how easy this fic is gonna be... This is my first time trying to portray the persona of Draco... so wish me luck... And I hope that you like this!!!! It will be Harry/Draco... so yeah... slash... Probably Ron/Hermione... just because I like them together...
Chapter One
It was creepy, the way he couldn't help but feel sorry for Potter. Though he was his worst enemy, he wished that he'd just stop being so damn sad! Since his disposition had changed, it was no longer any fun to make fun of Potter... Draco COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! He had to do something... but what?
No! he thought, why should I care?!?!?! I don't like Potter! I hate Potter! Why should I want him to be happy? Just so that I can make him miserable again? What would be the point of that? I should be happy that he's miserable! Saves me a lot of trouble... so why do I want to just once be the person that makes everything okay again? NO!!! his mind shouted I don't care about that deep, lingering sadness in the back of Potter's eyes! I don't care that he barely tries in Potions anymore... I don't care that he can't even look at me for long enough when I insult him to come up with one of his old witty remarks... I don't care... Oh God! I care... he realized.
Walking to Potions, these words ran through Draco's head so many times that he no longer knew what to believe. He was so confused... Did he want Potter to be miserable? Or did he want to make him happy? Or did he want him to stop being miserable, so that he could make him miserable again? Why couldn't things just go back to the way that they were last year? At least then it was simple!
As he entered the classroom, he took his seat by his cauldron, next to Crabbe and Goyle, but his eyes kept wandering across the room to Potter. STOP THAT!!! his mind screamed. But he couldn't help it. That forlorn look that wouldn't leave Potter's face bothered him more today than it had yesterday.
It was the second day of 6th year... that was the day he realized just how much Potter was a part of his life. How could I have not known! I guess I just never realized just how much of my time I spent scorning Potter... just how my hatred for him consumed everything that I did! And now... how can you hate someone that has nothing left? How can I feel for Potter anything but compassion... How can I not? Why can't he just get over it?! It's stupid really... If it were me, I'd... Well, I don't really know what I'd do... It's not me...