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'thoughts'

'past'

He sat staring down the corridor, his legs crossed in front of him, hands pulling on a loss thread from his school pants. His eyes were glazed over, thinking about what had happened earlier that day. He was sat in a dark corner of a deserted corridor, a chilling breeze sending shivers down his spine, but he didn't seem to notice.

He down the corridor towards his common room, his mind spinning from all the information he had been told by Dumbledore. He had just been to one of their lessons.

He absently told the fat lady the password and climbed into the common room. There was only his best friends there, sat in the comfy chairs, everyone else had gone to bed already. They were sat talking with each other, not noticing the portrait open to let Harry in.

"I'm getting tired of this, why do we have to be his friend any more?" Ron said angrily.

"Shh, Ron! Someone will hear us, and it's under Dumbledore's orders that we are, you know that." Hermione replied.

"But 'Mione, he puts us in danger ever year. I'm getting tired of it. I mean come on, last year we were facing Death Eaters, for f-ing sake!"

"I know Ron, but we can't do much. Dumbledore told us to do it."

"Well if this is how you feel, then don't bother, and you call yourself friends? Ha, don't make me laugh." Harry finally spoke, making them both jump out of their chairs.

"Harry!"

"Mate, we-"

"Save it for someone who gives a shit 'mate'." Harry sneered the last word and left the same way he had come through.

Harry sat thinking about all the years he thought they were his friends. All the times that they had spoken, laughed, shared feelings, shared thoughts, shed tears together. It was all a lie. They were never your friends. He thought. He was angry at himself, for not seeing it himself sooner. The sly looks of disgust, the whispers behind his back. He punched the wall next to him, drawing a sharp breath from the pain shooting up his arm. His eyes watering slightly, but he refused to cry, not wanting to give them pleasure over his torment.

There was movement to his right, but he didn't notice it, until it was too late.

"Potter?" A Slytherin prefect, a little surprised, said.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts, to look in to his crushes face.

"Malfoy."

"Are you crying, Potter?" A hint of laughter in his voice.

"Fuck off, Malfoy."

"Oh? Such bad language from the boy-who-lived, and being out so late, hmm, so how many points shall I take." He said putting on a thoughtful face.

"Take as many as you want, I couldn't give a shit." Harry got up and strode past Malfoy, only to have him grab his arm. Malfoy peered into Harry's face, he noticed the angry and hurt look in his eyes.

"What happened?"

"None of your business."

"And here I am, trying to be nice," he mocked a look of hurt, but then turning serious, "no ones here, just us, tell me what's wrong, Harry."

Harry, without looking him in the face, told his what happened. "They used me, they said they were friends, but really they were being ordered by Dumbledore." He finally broke down, tears sliding down his face. Draco wrapped his arms around the trembling boy, letting him cry on his shoulder.

"Shh, love. Come on, you'll be staying with me tonight."

Harry stiffened, "But what about your house mates? They hate me, they'll hate you if you bring me down there."

"I don't care, Pansy already seems to know about us, and the others can get stuffed, I am a Malfoy after all, they can't say much." Harry rolled his eyes, but let him lead him towards the Slytherin common room.

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