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More Alike Than You Think

"Hey Potter!" Draco called at Harry from across the hall. It wasn't the same 'Hey Potter' he usually got. This one was quiet and humble. It was a broken statement from a broken man. The Malfoy's were finally leaving Hogwarts. The Final Battle had ended hours ago, but it felt like it had been years. Harry finally had worked up enough courage to come back to the Great Hall, but was stopped by two little words. "Thank you."

"What?" At first Harry thought he had heard it wrong. Was Draco actually thanking him?

"You saved my life." Draco replied in the quietest voice he could manage. He was tired, confused, and alone. He had never belonged with the deatheaters, but he didn't belong with Harry either. He just didn't belong.

"You saved mine, back at your manor. If you had told them who I was, I'd probably be dead now." The words felt strange and foreign as he said them. Draco had saved him. But why?

"I never wanted any of this you must know that." Draco lifted his head and looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I don't know what I wanted actually. I guess I just wanted to be right."

Harry nodded. The two boys stared at each other blankly; not saying a word for several moments.

"We're more alike than you think you and me." Draco said finally. "Both of us a product of our raise. Both of us had our destinies chosen for us; by the same man none the less. I think the main difference is that I feared my destiny and you didn't fear yours."

"Your destiny was never to be a murderer Draco." Harry said firmly. "You are a right prat, but not a murderer. You just need to find your place in this world."

"I have no place in your world." Draco mumbled.

"That's not true Draco. You're not all bad. Your mother saved my life." Draco shot Harry a confused look, but Harry pushed it aside. It was not his place to tell that story. "Your life isn't being made up for you anymore."

"Neither is yours."

"I know." The words rang true to Harry's ears. He was free. He could date Ginny as he wanted. He could get a job. He could live. He was his own master. And as such, he decided to bury a long withheld hatchet. He extended his hand to Draco (not unlike Draco extended his back in first year.) For a moment the Blonde just stared at the hard like it might bite him, but eventually returned the handshake. "Truce?"

"Yeah. Truce." Draco looked over his shoulder and saw his parents waiting for him near the exit. "I'm going with them." He said, more to himself than to Harry.

"I know. Stay out of trouble Malfoy. You could be a decent git if you put forth the effort."

"You too Potter." And Draco left. Harry stood there bewildered for a moment. He watched the place where the Malfoy's had disappeared. The silliest thought occurred to him: One day they may be actual friends. But that was a long time coming. Right now they would go their separate ways; Malfoy with family and Harry to his.

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