Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or anything relating to the Harry Potter franchise. It belongs to J.K Rowling even though I think she's doing the Most
Draco had swore to himself at the beginning of the school year that he would thank Harry Potter -and be done with him- for A. saving him and Goyle from the fiendfyre and B. testifying for him and his mother after the War.
Which is why, he's out in the courtyard-past curfew- following an unsuspecting Potter to a lonely bench drenched in moonlight.
"Why are you sat out here? In the middle of the night?" Draco sneered, coming up behind Potter to lean against a pillar.
To his credit, Potter didn't jump at the sound of Draco's voice. He merely tilted his head back towards him and said, "I could ask you the same thing."
"I've followed you, obviously."
"Obviously," Potter chuckled. "What for? I thought we were past all the pettiness, Malfoy."
Draco narrowed his eyes at the back of Potter's messy black head, had he known Draco was following him the entire time?
"Piss off, and to think I came all this way to thank you."
Potter leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hand, presenting Draco with the curve of his back. "Wow. That's...unexpected. You're welcome, I suppose."
"'You're welcome'? I haven't even-," Draco pushed himself off the pillar and sat in a huff next to Potter. If he didn't do this properly it would haunt him. And he'd think he owed Potter more than he already did. He didn't need Potter's heroic deeds hanging over his head like a guillotine.
"Yes, you're welcome. I, quote, 'saved the wizarding world', unquote." Potter spat.
"Hang the wizarding world!" it bubbled out of Draco before he had a chance to stop it. "You saved me and Goyle. You testified for me and mother to stay out of Azkaban, when others would have gladly seen us rot. So… Thank you."
Potter snapped his head to Draco and appraised him, his green eyes piercing. "...No problem."
The next time Draco saw Potter, the boy was squished next to Granger on an overstuffed chair near the fireplace. It was almost time for lunch and Draco was putting his studying materials away with Blaise complaining about Slughorn inviting him to another Slug Club meeting when Wesley entered through the mirror that served as a door to their joint common room.
"Oi, time for lunch you lot."
Granger, who was scribbling furiously on her parchment shook her head and mumbled something that Draco could only assume was 'not hungry'. Potter nodded his agreement.
The ginger folded his arms and puffed himself up, Draco barely suppressed a snort.
"You missed breakfast." He said as if that was that.
Draco could see Potter lifting his head to shoot Weasley down again, but stopped at the look on his face. It was pinched with worry, though his blue eyes glared hard at the two.
Potter cleared his throat and nudged Granger who looked up, irritation sliding off her face immediately after witnessing the look on her boyfriends face.
"Okay," Potter said.
"We won't miss dinner either," Granger supplied.
Draco followed Blaise up the staircase to the dorms and wondered what that was all about.
Once again Draco found Potter sitting in the courtyard, well after midnight. He doesn't know what's drawn him out of bed at this time, or what as brought him to this place. But he takes a seat next to Potter as if it was waiting for him to fill it.
"Stalking me again?" Potter sounded weary, his voice was rough from disuse and Draco was sure that if he looked over towards him there would be heavy bags below his green eyes.
Draco scoffed. "No, I couldn't sleep," he lied.
He should leave, Draco knew. He and Potter weren't friends and the boy was clearly going through something that Draco was sure he wanted no business in.
From his peripheral vision he could see Potter's brown hands twisting in discomfort. Yes, Draco should leave. Just as he was getting up Potter's voice stopped him.
"Can I tell you something? You can say no."
Draco weighed the options in his mind before deciding on a 'yes'.
"I haven't even told Ron and Hermione yet, so…"
"I won't tell anyone you're precious little secret, Potter. So spit it out so I can go back to bed." He crossed his arms and got comfortable -as much as one could- on the bench,
What could be so private that Potter couldn't tell his closest groupies?
Potter took a deep breath.
"You wouldn't know this, but, during the war-or before it, really- there was a prophecy. It said that I was the only one who could defeat Voldemort." Potter took a breath, "Sort of."
Draco wanted to roll his eyes, because of course everything was always about Potter-the chosen one. However, he refrained because this was new information to him, he knew there was some sort of prophecy, but not what it pertained.
"It said that 'neither could live while the other survived." Potter swallowed hard, and Draco looked over to see the other boy's eyes screwed shut. His dark skin pale was in the darkness.
"But I think-I think it left out something." Silent tears slid Potter's face and Draco was frozen. "If neither can live while the other survives, then I don't think, either can die while the other is dead."
Draco took in a sharp breath. Was Potter saying what he think he was saying? That he was what? Immortal?
Draco bit his lip, "Thats not-Have you…"
Harry shook his head. "I haven't tested the theory. I just...have a feeling." He placed a hand on chest and pressed. "Something's off."
Harry turned to Draco, his tear streaked face glistening in the moonlight. "He's taken something from me again-Voldemort. Once again he's taken my family from me."
this is actually my first fic in this fandom, you y'all enjoy