I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER 3

Chapter 1: Shoes

Anxiousness filled me as I extended my hand, "You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort," I was practically imitating my fathers words in my excitement. "I can help you there." this was it the moment I had wanted since I had first heard his story, I was about to be Harry Potter's friend.
With a jerk I found myself awake, a dream, a memory... Listening for the sounds of the other 6th year Slytherins, I wiped furiously at my eyes. Stupid fucking Potter. Curling my legs into my chest I held myself together in the dark. That was the day everything went wrong, and it had only gotten worse. Pain flickered in my arm as I thought of the poison now carved in my skin. It worked as a reminder, to keep me from hoping, because after this year there was no going back. Harry would never be my friend, not after what I had to do.
Breathing deeply I untangled myself and slid my feet onto the cold stone floor. There was no helping it, I wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Grabbing my broom and a coat I made my way out of the dorm room.
Traces of a flame lingered in the fireplace I looked at it briefly, wondering if maybe I shouldn't go to ride my broom in the middle of the night.I stood there for a few seconds then nodded I'll be back before it goes out. I walked purposely into the hall and towards entry hall. Six years ago right in front of those doors. I think I can choose the wrong sort for myself, thanks. I shook my head violently, it's too late for me to regret it now.
"Malfoy?"
I turned around quickly to see Potter with a strange look on his face like curious worry. A fire rose in my chest as it always did when I saw him. It was a strange feeling and I never knew what it was exactly. In the past I thought it was hatred but that never seemed to fit, because when ever yelled or tormented him instead of feeling better I felt worse. He walked a bit closer and I realized I hadn't spoken yet.
"uh, Potte- What do you want?" I said trying to add a bite to the question but it was clumsily done. My heart just wasn't into it today.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked I wondered if he had seen I had my broom too.
"I thought I would do some flying.." I answered distractedly
"Practicing so you can finally beat me?" He said tauntingly.
"No I just.." I noticed the smirk on his face and blushed. "Like I need practice to beat you Potter."
I glared at him. He laughed, it was loud and amused.
"If you say so, will you answer me another question?" Harry looked like he was about to burst out laughing. Pursing my lips considering my answer, this was the first time we've talked for this long..
"Ask away."
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
I looked down quickly, how could I have forgotten to put on shoes?
" I, uh.. um..." My face felt extremely hot. I met his eyes and quickly looked away.
He started laughing I could hear him walking closer. I flinched as his voice sounded closer to me than I expected.
"This is the first time I've seen you act like a real person, Malfoy." His voice was amused.
"It's been known to happen." I murmured not sure what to say.
"Here." he said after a second pressing something into my hands. It was his shoes, they were worn out and faded. I looked up at him.
"Why-"
"You need the practice." He smirked at me and turned to leave.
"But-"
"Just swing by the fat lady's portrait before breakfast and give them back." He waved and walked towards the stairs. I watched till he was gone then slowly pulled on the slightly too big shoes. My mind whirled as made my way to the quidditch pitch and as my feet left the ground, I felt that there might be a little hope after all.

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