A FRIENDSHIP OF SORTS
Prologue
"What the hell? Malfoy!"
Rough hands grasping at his shirt, pushing him backwards until he hit the wall. Blue eyes glared coolly back at furious brown ones.
"Unhand me Longbottom or you will regret it."
A short laugh, one of bitter amusement at the words. The hands did not move, instead they pressed harder.
"Regret? Me? The only person here who is going to regret anything is you Malfoy, you stupid, pig-headed, self-absorbed git!"
A blond eyebrow rose, and lips thinned in response.
"Un hand me now."
There was a biting edge to the words, and the hands did release, but the eyes never lost their furious glare.
"Just tell me why! Tell me why you had to throw your life away?"
A snort of derision.
"There is no point answering that, because you wouldn't understand."
A sigh and brown eyes closed. When they opened again there was a deep sadness there.
"Maybe I wouldn't. But I do understand one thing. Our friendship is over, and you only have yourself to blame. I trusted you Malfoy, defended you even, and this is the thanks I get? Fine. Go."
The back was turned, and so the brown eyes missed the look of sorrow well up in the blue just before footsteps sounded on the stone floor, moving away, probably never to return. Brown eyes closed again.
"Dammit..."