"This is going to sicken you." Potter chuckled then. His voice had been loaded with so much bitterness that the laughter sounded absurd. "You're all I have left to hold on to. With everyone I know either together or gone away... the only thing I know I can rely on is you."
"Like hell you can rely on me," Draco spat, looking rather disturbed.
"No," Harry said, "I can. I can always count on you being there, armed with insults. It's all I know I can trust in anymore."
The irony of the situation made Draco smile, but he made sure to tilt his head downward before he did. That Potter trusted only in the fact he couldn't trust Draco... he pityed Potter then, pityed him for his loneliness and desperation.
"You must have some kind of damage if you're reaching out to me." Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Concussed from Quidditch practice, perhaps? Or did you catch Weasel and the Mudblood fucking and it caused your mental condition to deteriorate?"
Harry inwardly thanked Malfoy, even as he pointed his wand and shot a balding curse at him.
"Like hell you can rely on me," Draco spat, looking rather disturbed.
"No," Harry said, "I can. I can always count on you being there, armed with insults. It's all I know I can trust in anymore."
The irony of the situation made Draco smile, but he made sure to tilt his head downward before he did. That Potter trusted only in the fact he couldn't trust Draco... he pityed Potter then, pityed him for his loneliness and desperation.
"You must have some kind of damage if you're reaching out to me." Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Concussed from Quidditch practice, perhaps? Or did you catch Weasel and the Mudblood fucking and it caused your mental condition to deteriorate?"
Harry inwardly thanked Malfoy, even as he pointed his wand and shot a balding curse at him.